His whole body trembled, and like an evil ghost in hell, he walked towards them step by step.
Wu Moting was pleasantly surprised at first, and wanted to move forward, but after seeing Nan Sijue's expression clearly, she took two steps back.
The provocation that was about to be blurted out was swallowed back abruptly.
Nan Sijue took Luo Liyan's shoulder with one hand, wrapped her in his arms, and gently kissed the hair on the top of her head.
"Did she bully you?" His voice was clear and clear like a spring hitting a rock, with a touch of pampering.
Luo Liyan thought that she was still taking possession of him and bullying others just now, and was caught so soon, a slight blush appeared on her little face.
"I… "
Her lips parted slightly, and just as she was about to speak, Wu Moting's expression changed suddenly, and she rushed to speak before her.
"Brother Nan, Miss Xiaoluo and I..."
"Shut up, what are you, did I talk to you?" Nan Sijue's voice rang out violently, and his cold and stern gaze fell on Wu Moting, as if looking at an ant.
"Nan...Brother Nan..." Wu Moting was trembling, and she was so frightened that she almost buried her head in her chest.
Well…
Luo Liyan rubbed her nose embarrassingly, then gently tugged Nan Sijue's sleeve, "Actually, I was bullying her."
"You don't want to speak up for her. With your temperament, if she doesn't take the initiative to pick things up, you won't talk to her at all, let alone spend time and energy bullying her." Nan Sijue held her hand She put her little hand to her lips and kissed it.
Then he looked at the pale Wu Moting, "You can get lost."
"Yes...it's Brother Nan!"
Just as Wu Moting was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Nan Sijue's voice sounded again, "I mean disappear from this crew, if you don't know what's good and what to do, you won't even think about it in this circle in the future." Mix it up again."
"Brother Nan...Brother Nan, you can't treat me like this!" Wu Moting seemed to have lost all her strength, and instantly knelt down on the ground, crying and begging.
But Nan Sijue was unmoved.
She raised her head, looked at them with tears in her eyes, and suddenly rushed towards Luo Liyan.
"Miss Xiao Luo, I know I was wrong, please..."
Only halfway through her words, Nan Sijue hugged Luo Liyan, turned around, avoided her, and then kicked her.
The strength was so great that Wu Moting was kicked out of the air.
Luo Liyan took a deep breath, "If you hit so hard, nothing will happen, right?"
"Are you worried about her?" Nan Sijue frowned, and suddenly wanted to make up for Wu Moting again.
What kind of thing is she, worthy of worrying her own Li Yan? !
"Why do I care about her life?!" Luo Liyan felt that she really couldn't understand Nan Sijue's brain circuit, and pouted heavily on his arm, "I'm asking you to make such troubles one after another in the film crew. Are you all right?"
"So, are you worried about me?" Nan Sijue paused slightly, and asked a little flattered.
I don't know why, but his appearance made Luo Liyan inexplicably sad, and felt that the sockets of his eyes were astringent, as if tears were about to roll down.
She lowered her eyelids, covering the light in her eyes, and her tone became a lot softer.
"Of course I'm worried about you!"