Zhao Er was hugged by the slender waist.
This is to avoid the risk of being hit!
But she was also terrified.
His face turned pale.
When she came back to her senses, she realized that someone had caught her, and a pair of big hands were firmly wrapped around her waist.
She looked back immediately.
He saw Jing Rong's heroic face fall in front of him.
It seems that he can still feel the coldness exhaled from his nose.
Chilly patted her small face.
This isn't the first time he's been so close to him.
The first time we met, he saved himself, this time, it was he who saved himself.
It seems to be destined in the dark!
The butterfly in her heart seemed to be about to burst out of her throat.
"Brother Jing..." She became a little shy from being frightened just now.
However, Jing Rong completely ignored her admiring eyes, and after pulling her up, he immediately released her.
Keep a certain distance.
Zhao Er: "Thank you."
Jing Rong didn't speak, but immediately walked quickly between Li Cheng and Miss Lian.
Just as Miss Lian was about to stab the golden hairpin in her hand, he grabbed her hand in time.
The fighting finally stopped.
"Girl, this is a tea house, not a stage. If you want to make trouble, wait until you leave here before making trouble. Don't disturb the people here." His tone was cold.
It seems to be colder than the weather outside.
Miss Lian's hand was raised in the air, and was tightly grasped by Jing Rong.
She could clearly feel the force on her wrist getting heavier and heavier.
It's like crushing your own bones!
"You..." She met Jing Rong's stern eyes and couldn't help trembling.
The only word that pops out of my mind is "cold"!
very cold.
She was angry and scared, and said, "You... let go!"
Jing Rong didn't care about women, he loosened his fingers and threw away Miss Lian's pinched red hand.
Taking advantage of the situation, he also snatched the golden hairpin from her hand and put it back on the table beside him.
"Boom"!
A large section of the hairpin was inserted into the table.
Visible strength.
Miss Lian trembled.
This man is a trainer.
Can't be provoked!
But he has always been a person who loves face, and now he is being so humiliated in front of his good sisters. Although he is afraid of Jing Rong's majesty, he can't contain his anger.
Said, "Why are you meddling!"
Jing Rong raised her eyebrows slightly: "I don't have time to take care of your business, but I'm just waiting here for tea, I don't want to be disturbed, the girl should have enough trouble."
Although the language is cold, it is also a kind of persuasion.
"Not enough!" Miss Lian glared at Li Cheng, who had already avoided him, and said angrily, "I'm teaching this heartless man a lesson, even if I cut his skin and slap his tendons, it's not enough!"
woman!
Li Cheng smiled bitterly, he was sweating profusely!
In order not to do anything with the woman, when Miss Lian kept inserting the hairpin, he could only keep dodging, which caused him to sweat all over in this cold winter.
Then, looking at the fan in his hand that had been poked with countless holes, he felt both lucky and distressed.
He said, "You are a really scary woman. If this fan hadn't blocked me, the holes on it would have poked me one by one."
"I just want to poke holes all over you."
"The gentleman speaks and does not do it. If you continue to make a fool of yourself, I will really do it."
"Hehe, how can you be called a gentleman if you are a heartless man? If you have the ability, you can show this girl."
"you… "
Miss Lian took off another hairpin from her bun, ready to stab Li Cheng.
The scene in the middle is inevitably helpless.
He grabbed Miss Lian's hand again, threw her away with force, and scolded: "Enough!"
It's on fire!
I didn't want to get involved in this nostalgia, and it was still a nostalgic affair.
But if the trouble continues like this, it will be endless, disturbing Yaxing, who is drinking.
Miss Lian was thrown back by him and staggered a few steps.
barely standing still.
But still not reconciled.
"You men don't have a good thing." Furious.
Jing Rong glanced at her lightly, and then turned to Li Cheng and said, "Cheng Shizi, let's go first, you can handle this and other matters yourself."
"This tea is not finished yet!"
"If you drink it again, it will really be troublesome."
"This… "
Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu said, "Let's go."
Ji Yunshu nodded lightly.
She doesn't want to get involved either!
Seeing him withdraw, Miss Lian swallowed her breath, raised the hairpin in her hand, and poked at Li Cheng again.
Li Cheng took advantage of the situation to hide.
Perfect avoidance.
Also a little impatient: "You are really endless."
"Without this breath, it will be difficult to quell my anger."
Stab again.
Li Cheng avoided Jing Rong's side unintentionally, and the hairpin was drawn over as a result.
Jing Rong, who was planning to leave, hadn't reacted in time, but just made a backhand move.
Unexpectedly-
The sharp hairpin made a perfect arc in the air, and then cut a hole in Jing Rong's palm.
Very deep!
Blood splattered.
"Uh!" Jing Rong frowned in pain.
"Jing Rong?" Ji Yunshu was stunned, and was about to check his injury.
Who knew that Zhao Er was one step ahead of her!
Zhao Er immediately raised Jing Rong's injured hand and took out his handkerchief to bandage him with tears in his eyes.
"… Brother Jing, are you alright?"
The voice trembled.
Extremely worried.
Ji Yunshu stayed where he was.
She's not the kind of woman who likes to forcibly fight, not to mention that she's still dressed as a boy.
Lang Bo also rushed over almost immediately, but instead of caring about his own prince's injury, he pulled out his long sword and aimed it at the girl Lian.
When the sword was on her neck, Miss Lian was terrified!
The hairpin in his hand fell to the ground.
She widened her eyes, terrified.
Lang Bo had a murderous look on his face: "I never hit a woman, but today I'm going to make an exception."
"Uh!"
Miss Lian was frightened.
Upon seeing this, Li Cheng immediately grabbed Lang Bo and persuaded him, "Brother, be merciful."
"This kind of woman should be treated."
"But she's a woman after all."
"… "
Jing Rong also said in a timely manner: "Retreat!"
"Sir..."
"Go back."
Lang Bo had no choice but to put away the Chang Changjian in his hand with anger in his stomach, and silently retreated to the side.
At the same time, Jing Rong also withdrew her hand that was held by Zhao Er and turned to look at Ji Yunshu.
Say, "Wrap me up."
Hold out her wounded hand.
Ji Yunshu immediately took out the handkerchief he carried with him, held his hand, and pulled him to sit beside him.
Zhao Er stood there blankly.
Look at your lost hand.
Somewhat lost!
She didn't expect Jing Rong to push herself away. But the heartache still overshadowed the loss in my heart.