Transmigrating into the Villain’s Sickly Childhood Friend

ong smell of perfume smoked him straight to tears, completely losing one-tenth fish in the water to Zhou Renjun.
Fortunately, Chen Jianan Was escorting him, so whenever he sees the dancers stepping forward, he frowned and squalled: “Is my brother something you can touch?”

Even though he wasn’t under Qin Yunfei, he is a member of the Hexing.
He was quite famous among the four or ninth boy, so the dancers naturally dared not make a fuss.

Zhou Renjun's boldness and generosity soon made him the guest of honor tonight, and even the mama-san personally came out to entertain him with a “Young Girl”, for fear that she would not be able to serve the God of Wealth and would not come here again to disperse his wealth in the future.

Zhou Renjun also wanted to establish his own image of being fool and extravagant, so that when the time comes, it was easy to make a request.

For a while the box was lively, Qiao Wen had internal urgency because of too much drink, so he went out to take care of it.
Because the restroom was nearby, he did not allow Chen Jianan to accompany him.

The restroom was originally empty.
He had just sorted his pants, washed his hands, and was ready to go out.
At this time, a tall and upright man walked in from outside the door.

Although the lights were dim, the two of them almost met up close, so he could see the person’s appearance at a glance.

Originally he didn’t care, but this person really has an impressive look.

Not to mention that he was a tall man who was rare in Hong Kong.
His face was almost as cold as a peep, and by a glance, he had a chill on the soles of his feet, he wasn’t born ferocious; on the contrary, he was pretty good-looking.
His features were called handsome Zhou Zheng, but his temperament was too cold.
In addition, he had a scar on his right forehead, which wasn’t obvious at first, but it happened to pass through the brow peak and cut a thick black and sharp eyebrow into two, making his already cold face even more difficult to look directly at him.

Qiao Wen wasn’t a timid person, but he subconsciously averted his gaze, avoiding the possible eye contact with this man.
Then his gaze inadvertently fell on the muscular arm that passed him.

It was pierced with complicated and eye-catching tattoos, a viper spitting a red letter lifelike.

Three words “Over the mountain wind” flashed in Qiao Wen’s mind.

Over the mountain wind, the king cobra, cunning, fierce, and highly toxic, was one of the most dangerous snakes in the world.

A vague memory belonging to the original body shot up, and Hexing Double Flower Red Stick Jiang Yufeng, nicknamed ‘Over the Mountain Wind.’

But Jiang Yufeng didn’t have many lines in the original book and was only known as a fierce and capable fighter, a sharp knife of Chen Jianan.

But what kind of person he was, neither the original Xiao Qiao nor he knew anything about it.

In order not to get into trouble, Qiao Wen didn’t look back curiously and walked out the door directly.

But just as he reached the corridor, his shoulder was gripped by a strong hand, and a figure came over, followed by a pleasant and teasing voice in his ear: “I didn’t recognize the wrong person, did I?”

Qiao Wen bit his head and turned around stiffly: “Brother Fei.”