The greasy uncle stumbled and fell to the ground in a helter-skelter manner. His buttocks exploded, and he held his waist and screamed "Ouch" in pain.
The ladies nearby were all giving in, and no one went to help the greasy uncle on the ground.
"You, you are crazy!"
The greasy man stood up, patted the dirt on his butt, pointed at Jiang Beiyuan, who was more than a head taller than him, and cursed:
"You hit someone in broad daylight. Just wait until you go to the police station and squat!"
"Are you considered a human being?"
Standing down from a high position, Jiang Beiyuan held his pocket with one hand, raised his long eyelashes lightly, and carried an aura of dominion over the world, and the coldness gradually spread.
"You can touch my wife?"
"Your wife? Hahaha, that's ridiculous. Even if your wife does that, which of your eyes saw me touching her?!"
"Ah."
Jiang Beiyuan curled up his lips and smiled.
The alluring arc, like a flash in the pan, captivated the eyes of the little girls around her and also made the greasy man feel dazed for a moment.
The next second, Jiang Beiyuan's smile suddenly faded. He looked at a middle-aged man standing aside and said in an innocent tone, "Uncle, your cell phone was stolen by him. It's in his jacket pocket."
"What?!"
The tall and thick man touched his pocket, and sure enough, his cell phone was gone. Without saying a word, he grabbed the greasy man's neck and beat him.
The greasy man's hands were powerless, so he covered his head and screamed.
"I don't know what cell phone, I didn't touch your pocket at all!!"
The tall and thick man didn't care. He took out a familiar black mobile phone from the greasy man's shirt and threw it at him with a big mouth.
"You still said you didn't steal it? Do you think I'm blind?!"
"I'm convinced, how do I know this phone is in my pocket?!"
The greasy man had a hundred mouths and he couldn't explain it clearly. No one around him helped him. Everyone looked at the greasy man with contempt and contempt.
The greasy man finally had no choice. As soon as he arrived at the next station, he quickly ran away with his tail between his legs.
Jiang Beiyuan watched this scene with cold eyes. He stayed out of the matter with a high-spirited attitude, and then hugged Yan Nian's waist from behind.
"If you say you don't want your husband to worry about you, can I not worry about you?"
Wearing a black cotton coat, he had a plump figure and a cool temperament. All the anger that had just accumulated dissipated from his eyes, and his clear chin rubbed against her shoulder.
Yan Nian was tickled by him and pushed his head, "In public, can you be more careful?"
"Why didn't you pay attention? I broke the law when I protected my wife?"
"cut… "
Yan Nian wanted to laugh when he heard this, so he lowered his voice and leaned close to his ear, "By the way, did you frame that greasy uncle on purpose?"
"have no idea."
Jiang Beiyuan's voice was light and a little angry.
Yan Nian had an expression that said, "I've seen through you." "It must be you. You pretend to be innocent all day long, and you do whatever you want with your good-looking skin. No one will take care of you!"
"Actually, the uncle's phone fell out, and I picked it up and put it on another person."
Jiang Beiyuan bit the tip of Yan Nian's ear and explained to her.
Yan Nian hummed absentmindedly, he just kept talking and he deliberately got so close.
Jiang Beiyuan looked at the red tips of her ears. It was a very small one, but it was so red that it was about to bleed.
This is Yan Nian's little habit. When she is shy, the roots of her ears will turn red. Jiang Beiyuan likes this change in her very much, and he doesn't want anyone to see this change.
Thinking like this, he hugged her tighter.
More and more people were getting on the bus, but as long as he was here, none of those smelly men would touch her at all.
Yan Nian was held by him, and the man's face was reflected on the glass window. His eyebrows and eyes remained the same as before, and his expression was very doting and gentle, which made her nose feel sour.
finally.
Next stop is Central Commercial Street.
There were a lot of people getting off at this stop, and the air in the carriage immediately became smoother. The little boy who asked Yannian for his contact information was also getting off.
Before the little boy got out of the car, Jiang Beiyuan suddenly looked sideways at him, straight.
"Children, you should study hard at this age and stop asking married women for their contact information."
(End of chapter)