The left bank is profound, the right bank is clear

Chapter 8 You are mine (2)

She silently stared at the man holding her wrist, with a dark red fire burning in her indifferent eyes.

She just wanted to shake off their potential with all her strength, when she heard,
"Bang -" a loud noise.

The door of the classroom was kicked open vigorously, and then a familiar figure rushed over.

Before Qu Qingge could react from his astonishment, he saw Zhao Yang unleashing his right fist with lightning speed, hitting the man directly in the face.

The man was put on the ground, this sudden change made him stunned, but he quickly reacted, feeling that he had been greatly insulted, his dark face was burning red, he jumped up, and spat at the corner of his mouth Bloodshot.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Zhao Yang snorted coldly, and instead of answering him, he grabbed Qu Qingge's arm and brought her behind him.

Then he checked in confusion whether she was injured, but as soon as his eyes fell on her wrist, his pupils gradually shrank and darkened, because the faint bruises on her wrist were stirring up his most primitive belligerent factors.

He pressed her shoulder and said softly, "It's all right."

"You came--"

She was not surprised, as if his appearance was just what she expected.

The bodyguard who had been punched was angry because of the wound on the corner of his mouth, now seeing Cheng Yaojin who had come out halfway in front of him completely ignoring them, the anger in his heart rose spontaneously.

"You're mad—ah——"

Before the swearing came out, Zhao Yang lifted his leg and kicked him to the ground.

The man gritted his teeth angrily and creaked.

It was because he underestimated the enemy!

It never occurred to him that in this city T, there would be people who would dare to provoke Ye Di!

So, the four men in black quickly surrounded him...
A bunch of little guys.

Zhao Yang didn't pay attention to them at all, and sneered, took off his glasses, threw off his coat, and threw them on the table.

He clenched his fists with both hands, moved his joints, and made a crisp sound of "clucking".

Qu Qingge stood in the corner, wiping her wrist with a tissue, she hated being touched by others.

She didn't stop until the paper towel rubbed the red skin and covered the original bruises, holding Zhao Yang's clothes and watching them quietly.

The classroom instantly became very messy. Desks and chairs fell crookedly on the ground, scraps of paper flew around, books and pen holders were scattered all over the floor.

The smell of blood melted into the air, and over there, the crumbling chair was stained with bright red, which belonged to someone, and it was particularly dazzling.

Standing aside, Qu Qingge watched Zhao Yang's injuries worsen, his heart was as anxious as ants on a hot pot, and even his palms broke out in cold sweat.

She looked at it in confusion, grabbed the chair beside her and threw it forward.

The distance was a bit far, but the chair just hit the head of a man in black who was about to throw a fist as if he recognized someone.

The man in black howled, covered his head, his eyes were bloodshot.

Ever since he followed Wen Qiyang and joined the Eagle Force, whoever bowed and bowed to him and flattered him, when did he ever receive this bird air.

He turned to look at Qu Qingge, just about to go up and slap her twice when he was stopped by his companion:
"You're crazy—you don't see who she is."

The injured man in black suddenly came to his senses.

Yup!

This is the woman Mr. Wen wants!
Even if he had ten heads, he didn't dare touch Mr. Wen's woman, so he could only grit his teeth and vent all his anger on Zhao Yang.

The five men wrestled for a while, but in the end Zhao Yang was defeated with two fists and four hands.

At this time, the wound on Zhao Yang's head was very glaring, and the bright red blood flowed down his stubborn cheeks, dripping on the white shirt, and dazzling flowers bloomed.

The clothes were torn, too, and there was a hideous gash on his arm from a nail in the crumbling chair.

Two men in black restrained his arms, making him unable to move.

The man who had been punched by him smiled sinisterly, walked up to him and cursed, then stretched out a slap, wanting to give the man the greatest insult, but before the slap fell, he saw a petite figure Immediately blocked Zhao Yang's body, causing his raised hand to tremble twice in mid-air, and finally slowly fell down.

Qu Qingge lowered his eyes and said coldly: "Enough! You kept him waiting for too long."

The man recovered!Yes, after so much time wasted, sir must be angry!

He looked at Zhao Yang angrily, his teeth were creaking, it's better not to fall into his hands, otherwise he will make him want to live or die!

Qu Qingge ignored them, took off the silk scarf tied around his neck, and covered the wound on Zhao Yang's head.

"Are you ok?"

The two asked in unison.

Obviously he was the one who got hurt, but he was still worried about whether she was okay.

Qu Qingge nodded as an answer, then walked out of the classroom and looked at the gray sky.

(End of this chapter)