A Day of Love: The President's Prey

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Sikong Jingqiu was also punched by Du Yunyan several times because he wanted to pay attention to Haiyue. His glasses on the bridge of his nose were blown away, fell to the ground, and were trampled into pieces. His handsome face was also bruised several times... …

Fearing that Sikong Jingqiu would be beaten again, Haiyue didn't dare to go forward any more, so she could only sit in the same place helplessly, watching with fear.

They were still hitting each other with punches and kicks, and the two of them beat each other fiercely as if they wanted to kill each other. [

"I shouldn't have saved you back then!" Sikong Jingqiu roared angrily, and punched Du Yunyan on the bridge of the nose, causing him to tilt his head.

"I don't care about your rescue at all!" Du Yunyan turned his head, raised his eyebrows angrily, his sharp eyes flashed with blazing flames and unwillingness, he punched him back unceremoniously, growling like a beast that had lost its target, "If it wasn't for your meddling, we... Haiyue and I would still be a happy couple. It would be impossible for us to be like today!"

"No!" Sikong Jingqiu narrowed his eyes dangerously, Ru Mo's pupils flashed with unmistakable violence, and the corner of his eyes glanced at Song Haiyue who was sitting in the middle of the bed with an anxious face, and he hummed, Throwing a punch at Du Yunyan's lower abdomen, he said affirmatively, "Whether my young master is busy or not, between you and her—"

Sikong Jingqiu paused, turned his head to look at Haiyue, and then he came back to his senses, and announced a long-known result, any accident that would happen, and said firmly: "There is no possibility of any result!"

"Really?" Du Yunyan staggered back a few steps before he stood up after being beaten. He clutched his aching belly, raised his eyebrows mockingly, and smiled strangely, showing his white teeth.

Du Yunyan's smile just now, as if he had caught something, made Sikong Jingqiu feel ominous, and the hairs all over his body stood up uncomfortably.

Sikong Jing Qiu Jun frowned, temporarily resisting the urge to step forward and punch Du Yunyan a few more times, and said with a cold face, "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Du Yunyan glanced at Song Haiyue with a sneer, and said in a strange voice, "Want to know what I mean by that?"