The waiter saw Ye Luoluo's smile, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, he probably heard the boss say that the guests in this private room have a lot of backgrounds and can't be easily offended, so he was too nervous.

Ye Luoluo's smile has always been the signature sweet and pure, which is very exciting.

The waitress smiled at her as well, handed her the tissue, and inadvertently touched the back of her hand with his fingers.

Rong Yan took a sip of the red wine on the table, and his cold eyes swept over the waiter.

"You eat slowly, I'll go to the bathroom." Ye Luoluo stood up, pushed open the door and went out.

The environment of this undersea restaurant is really good, quiet and elegant, surrounded by quiet deep blue water, and it feels very mysterious to be in the mysterious underwater world.

Ye Luoluo washed his sleeves and came out, and suddenly heard a dull crashing sound, mixed with a suppressed scream.

She subconsciously hid behind the door, and through the crack in the door, she could just see the scene outside.

I only saw two burly men in black suits, one left and one right, grabbed a man who looked like a waiter, and violently hit the man's lower abdomen with his knees.

The waiter couldn't lift his head in pain, as if he was going to die.

What is it?

Gangster vendetta?

Ye Luoluo's palms were sweating, thinking that she should call the police, but when she reached into her pocket, she found that the mobile phone was put in her bag and she didn't bring it out at all.

What to do? What if that person is killed here!?

Her hands were trembling, and she took a deep breath, ready to scream a few times to attract a few people.

But before she could say anything, she suddenly heard a cold voice sound.

"Did the left hand touch it, or did the right hand touch it?"

Hey, why is this sound so familiar?

"I, I didn't ......" The man who had been beaten hung his head, angry, and blood dripped from the corners of his mouth.

The cold voice said again: "It's the right hand, cut it." ”

"No, don't—" The man cried out in tears, but the bodyguard on his right had quickly drawn a shiny dagger, pressed his hand against the sink, and slashed it down.

"Ahh

"Mr. Qiao, I'm sorry, it's my fault for not teaching my subordinates well, I immediately went to Mr. Rong to make amends, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

A middle-aged man hurried over, looking at this bloody scene, his face suddenly turned pale, and he hurriedly nodded and apologized, but he didn't kneel down.

The cold voice snorted coldly: "Covet Mr. Rong's things, look for death!" ”

The bloody severed hand fell from the washstand, right at Ye Luoluo's feet, and she still looked at it from her stomach through the door.

A terrible thought flashed through her mind, but she quickly comforted herself.

No, how can there be such a perverted person in the world, no, no, no.......

But when the poor man who had had his right hand cut off looked up, her whole nerves were broken—

Intense nausea welled up, and she turned to her stomach on the sink and vomited violently.

I vomited out everything I had just eaten.

The bathroom door was kicked open, and Qiao Wei appeared at the door with a cold face, looking at her with a wrinkled brow.