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My husband from a flash marriage was roasting kidneys for someone, and a dozen people rushed over with knives.
The leading bald man overturned the table next door and pointed at my husband fiercely: "Gu Xingci, have you hid enough? Go back with your third uncle!"
My cheap husband, who seemed weak and unable to take care of himself, just silently brushed the last skewer of chicken wings with sauce, and then said softly to me: "Honey, close your eyes, it's a little bloody."
I didn't close my eyes.
I just picked up the beer bottle on the table, and before he could say another word, I poured a bottle over his bald head, and at the same time used broken glass to cut open the tendons of the two people behind him.
Three minutes later, more than a dozen people were lying on the ground wailing.
The streets were filled with diners in silence.
I patted the dust on my hands, and turned around to see my "little white rabbit" husband slowly wiping the oil on his hands. There was no trace of panic in his eyes, but a bit of playful appreciation.
He walked up to me, handed me the grilled chicken wings, and said in a voice that only the two of us could hear:
"Introduce yourself, Gu Xingci, Gu Group. Ten million, for one year, you will be my wife and bodyguard."
