The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 1270
"It's none of her business..."

It's that girl.

She herself was trembling with fear, but she still protected Nan Jiaojiao.

"I offended you, and I also apologize. If there is anything I said wrong, I apologize to you, but this is the Li family's daughter's banquet, and you guys have such a disagreement on someone else's occasion..."

"She also educates us!"

Several men burst out laughing.

"Didn't you tell me that, Young Master Bo has taken a fancy to you, as long as you serve him well, we will forgive you."

"That's right, it's just a matter of closing your eyes and opening your legs. Who told you not to have eyes? So many people didn't bump into us, but bumped into our brother Bo. He was in a bad mood today, so he had to take it out on you."

"Fortunately, our brother Bo is attracted by your beauty, and we don't want to kill you. What's the point of being pretentious? We have to make a fuss."

Song Yuan was trembling all over, embarrassed and angry, biting his lower lip, "You can't... I, I can give you money."

"money?"

They seemed to have heard a joke.

"Which one of you looks like you're short of money?"

The person who spoke came over to grab Song Yuan's shoulder.

Nan Jiaojiao saw from the gap between her fingers that the girl's face was pale, her eyes were filled with tears, and her pitiful face could easily arouse people's desire for protection.

Nan Jiaojiao never admits that she is a straight man, but she often does things like seeing injustice on the road.

As soon as she raised her hand, Song Yuan pressed her down. He leaned close to her and whispered, "Don't do it. You can't beat them. Just leave quickly..."

She pushed Nan Jiaojiao back hard.

Nan Jiaojiao followed Song Yuan's strength, grabbed her wrist, and broke off the dirty hand that had just grabbed Song Yuan's shoulder.

"what!!!"

Can kung fu?
Bo Yichen's eyebrows jumped.

I looked over abruptly.

There was gauze tied diagonally on his face, and the incision was very long. He didn't cooperate at the beginning of the treatment, and there were more wounds on his face. His whole head was wrapped like a mummy, with only one eye exposed, and That eye was half covered with gauze.He doesn't even look at his face when others poke him.

Nan Jiaojiao moved very quickly, her hands and feet were not idle, she always held Song Yuan with one hand, and coordinated with her feet with the other hand, every time she made a move, there was no move that was useless.

The moves he uses to hit people are particularly bad.

Either kick the mistress's legs or slap her in the face.

Four or five men were as easy as squeezing a chick in her hands.

Bao Yichen really wanted to see her face clearly, but his eyesight was enough. She dodged quickly, and she just felt that this figure gave him a kind of panic and fear from the bottom of his heart.

Never felt like this before.

He couldn't even hide his fear, and pointed at Nan Jiaojiao with trembling fingers, "Grab her! If I don't kill her tonight, I'm not Bo Yichen!"

Who?
This time Nan Jiaojiao is not empty-headed.

The three words were heard clearly.

It's really a narrow road for enemies!

Nan Jiaojiao didn't even bother to hesitate for half a second and planned to rush forward and beat the person.

The hand was pulled suddenly.

The force was falling downwards, pulling Nan Jiaojiao back.

When she turned her head, Song Yuan clutched his heart, his face was as pale as paper.

Nan Jiaojiao frowned for a moment. She felt a little bit that the girl was in the way, but she didn't really push her away, but gave her a hand.

Who knew, when she was bending over, she was suddenly pushed from behind.

Put her and Song Yuan into a room.

From under the door came the clamor of a few garbage.

"You can fight, right! If you don't inquire, who owns the capital!"

(End of this chapter)