Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Su Zhinian shuddered abruptly, and then opened the emergency door and rushed out.

Next to the emergency passage, there is only one box. There is a young man on the side of the box door, holding a coat, leaning against the wall and playing with a mobile phone.

Su Zhinian stepped forward without any hesitation or thinking. The young man noticed his approach, and subconsciously stood up straight, raised his hand, and stopped him: "Sorry, sir..."

Before the young man had finished speaking, Su Zhinian raised his foot and kicked the door of the box vigorously.

The headlights in the box were not turned on, only the colorful revolving lights were turned on. Su Zhinian saw the picture of Song Qingchun being pressed under a man by the light of the corridor.

The man seemed to be aware of the movement at the door and raised his head slightly from Song Qingchun's body. He shouted irritably, "Xiaoyi, how did you show the door to Lao Tzu?"

"Sorry, Brother Yang." The young man who was called Xiaoyi hurriedly apologized to the person in the box, and then turned his head to look at Su Zhinian: "Sir, you can't do this... "Speaking, I quickly rushed forward, trying to pull the door of the box back."

It was just that his hand had not touched the doorknob, and the whole person was kicked into the box by Su Zhinian.

With a "bang" sound, Yang Xing, who originally lowered his head to kiss Song Qingchun's skin, paused for a while, and was interrupted twice for his continuous interest. The tone of his mouth was more violent: "Xiaoyi, you Do you want to follow Lao Tzu..."

Before his words were finished, the scolding in his mouth became a scream, and then the whole person flew straight out of Song Qingchun's body, and slammed into the wall behind him.

As several ping-pong clashes settled, Yang Xingmei raised his hand and touched his kicked jaw, which was already unconscious, and barely squeezed out a sentence: "Fuck, who, who's TM's kicking Lao... "

As he said, he looked straight ahead.

He had just seen a black figure, and he hadn't had time to see his appearance clearly. The figure was already holding a strong air, rushed in front of him, raised his feet, and kicked it again. His head.

This time, Yang Mingxing's screams were not finished, and the whole person was kicked to the ground. Due to inertia, he slid out of the door of the box along the smooth floor and half of his body.

Yang Xingxing lay on the ground in an ugly posture, not to mention getting up from the ground, not even a word of curse.

He raised his head reluctantly, and saw the man who had just kicked him, glanced at him coldly, turned around, and walked towards Song Qingchun, who had shrunk on the ground.

Closer, Su Zhinian could see clearly how embarrassed Song Qingchun was at this time. The torn clothes could not cover the body, and the arms and chest had a dazzling blue-violet color.

Su Zhinian pursed her lips, and clearly felt that the burning anger in her body was more vigorous.

He raised his hand, pulled his tie, and then took off his suit jacket, bent over and put it on Song Qingchun's body.

The girl noticed his movements, as if she was frightened, and murmured "Don't touch me" in her mouth. Then, the whole person clutched his blazer tightly and rushed to hide.