Maybe in the next second, the flower-like girl will wither in an instant.
Boom—
A figure flew out backwards and slid a few meters away on the ground. The hand fell limply to the ground, obviously useless.
The girl's dark eyelashes were thick with teardrops. The wind whipped up her high ponytail, her hair was disheveled, and the man in black lay down at her feet, like a killing god walking out of the ruins.
She slowly looked at Yan Zezheng, and bent her eyelids towards him.
Still looks pure and harmless.
Yan Zezheng stopped cleaning his glasses calmly, his contemptuous smile froze at the corner of his lips, looking very weird and ugly.
Everything happened so fast that he could barely see the movement, and the girl had already arrived in front of him.
There was blood in those vacant eyes, as if something in his body had awakened.
"Now it is your turn-"
She clenched her fist and slammed it fiercely at Yan Zezheng's face with the force of piercing through the air.
The next second, while everyone was stunned, a big hand suddenly appeared, easily caught her fist, and gently embraced her in his arms.
The voice is low and hoarse, pampering and tolerant.
"shh-"
Covering her eyes with his big palm, the man comforted her in a low voice, "Be good, huh?"
The girl's thin back stiffened for a moment, but it slowly softened after smelling the clear breath emanating from the man.
She raised her small face, the blood in her eyes faded little by little, and she was a little dazed, "Brother?"
Huo Yunque's eyelids drooped slightly, "Well, I'm here."
A simple sentence instantly brought out all Song Yaoyao's grievances.
She cried out with a 'wow' and threw herself into the man's arms.
He pointed back aggrievedly, "Brother! They hit me! Woooooo, look at my hands—"
Huo Yunque took her small hand, the back of the hand was red and swollen like a steamed bun.
There were turbulent waves in his eyes, but his face was still calm.
He lowered his head slightly and blew gently.
"good."
Holding the crying little girl in his arms, he walked slowly towards Yan Zezheng, when he suddenly heard a "click" that made his scalp tingle, and Huo Yunque paused slightly.
Hanging eyes, the hand under the foot was crushed and broken.
He paused and frowned, "Sorry, I didn't pay attention to my feet."
Elegant, gentle and courteous.
The next second, there was another bone breaking sound.
Very well, this time it is completely hopeless.
Unless there is a doctor who can put the broken bones together one by one and put them together like a jigsaw puzzle.
The parents and students were all dumbfounded.
Then I was speechless.
Is this still the majestic little girl who punched the tiger in Nanshan and kicked the dragon in Beihai just now
Why is she crying and crying, aggrieved.
And complained that someone beat her
Shen Xun licked off the blood from the corner of his lips, and it was the first time he saw Song Yaoyao so unscrupulously throwing himself into someone's arms, crying wantonly.
elder brother
Was it him
When Song Jingwan received the news, Huo Yunque was already on his way.
The two sides are just the effort of the front and rear feet.
When she walked up the steps, she saw a familiar figure.
The man had the usual loose tone, gentle and cheerful.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Yan."
Yan Zezheng couldn't recover from his astonishment, "Mr. Huo, you and her—"
"The kid at home is naughty, I'm very sorry." Huo Yunque lowered his eyes and smiled, "But I have a deal here and I want to talk to you about it. I wonder if you're interested?"
Do business here
Everyone was shocked and frightened. They were shocked because they couldn't figure out the man's brain circuit, and they were afraid that—
This is Mr. Huo who lives in seclusion and rarely shows up in public