Mr. Ji, it happens to be you

Chapter 877
When Lan Yi reached the finish line, there was no one behind him, and he faintly felt something was wrong.

Immediately returned.

When he returned to the racecourse, the fence seemed to be broken by someone, and his friend looked at him with a strange look.

Sitting on his horse, he looked down and looked again.

He Tiantian is gone.

He jumped straight off the horse.

"What about people?"

Lan Yi's face was very ugly, and his voice was trembling.

His little boy walked up to the front with difficulty, sweating a lot on his forehead, he couldn't help wiping his forehead with his hand, "Just now Ji Shaosi took people away on horseback, and he couldn't stop him. "

He felt like he was done.

With a gloomy face, Lan Yi kicked directly, kicking his friend from childhood to the ground.

He got on his horse, turned around and chased him out.

Fa Xiao looked at Lan Yi with a panicked expression, he was really doomed.

He did something wrong, his brain twitched, and he insisted on bringing Ji Shaosi over.

He got up from the ground. Under the fence, there was soft sand, and he was covered in sand.

He patted the fine sand on his body, and shouted at everyone, "What are you looking at? If you don't look for it, you will die!"

. . . .

At the foot of the woodland hillside, He Tiantian looked at Ji Shaosi, who was covered in injuries all over his body, with complicated emotions.

He gave her all the protective gear, and when he fell down, he protected her well.

"Are you okay!" She looked at his torn clothes, blood was seeping out, and turned her head away.

"He Tiantian, are you caring about me?" Ji Shaosi stretched out his hand to grab her, imprisoned her in his arms, and rested his chin on top of her head, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

He Tiantian struggled to get out of his arms, his small face wrinkled into a ball, looking at him in pain,
"Ji Shaosi, why are you doing this?
Let's not interfere with each other's lives, isn't it? "

Why is he unwilling to let her go.

"No, He Tiantian, no, you are mine, you can only be mine." He hugged her tightly, closed his eyes and pressed his thin lips to her forehead.

He Tiantian turned his head away, his expression was ugly, "Don't do this, I already have a boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" Ji Shaosi forced her head to straighten angrily, and looked at her gloomyly, "He Tiantian, I told you, I'll kill anyone you dare to find."

As he spoke, he restrained her chin with his big hands, looked down at her tearful phoenix eyes, and couldn't help but feel pain in his heart. He stretched out his hand, bent his fingers, and wiped away the tears under her eyes,

"Didn't we love each other very much before?

you like me so much,

I still remember you hugging me from behind and saying you love me.

It's all right now, no one can hinder us, we will get married now, and then we will have a baby, and our family of three will live happily ever after. "

As he spoke, he pressed his thin lips together, and He Tiantian struggled enduring the sharp pain in his jaw.

No matter how she pushes, the man in front of her is still as firm as a rock.

He kissed deeper and deeper, and she was almost out of breath.

In the afternoon, the sun slowly hid in the clouds, and the weather was so dull that people could not breathe. Not far away, a row of birds flew by from a distance.

Lan Yi was riding on the horse, watching two people sitting on the ground not far away, embracing each other.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the two of them, with a row of wild geese behind them.

My heart hurts like sawing a bone with a blunt knife.

One after another, the pain was severe, but I couldn't feel it, and I wanted to struggle to survive.

He was riding a horse, and the horse's hooves walked slowly towards the two of them step by step.

　I found that watching variety shows takes a lot of time. Originally, I didn’t have much time to code words. Last night, in the blink of an eye, it was gone in an hour and a half.

　　You have to treat your big ones gently, many big ones either stopped writing or ended hastily because of poor grades,
　　I still insist on writing, love me, you know?

　　Da Da is now generating electricity for love.

　　God knows how much I want to publish new books, but I don't have time to double-open.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)