I raised 100 villain brothers

Chapter 272
Although he used to fight with people with more force than this, but after all, she looks different from those who deserve to be beaten.

From the corner of the eye of the boy, he unconsciously stared at the girl.

After noticing that she didn't show any grievance or pain on her face, the worry and irritability in his heart, as well as the momentary flash of remorse, finally dissipated.

I saw a red patch on the back of her hand.

He frowned secretly.

Hearing the yelling just now, the person continued: "Chu Luochuan! I saw it just now! You hit that little girl!"

The man wanted to grab Nan Luo's little hand and examine her carefully, but when he thought of touching her, his face turned red.

I had no choice but to express my sympathy and love for her.

He glared at Chu Luochuan, comforted the little girl, and said, "Sister, don't be afraid! No matter how vicious this person is, I will stand by your side! I will protect you—ah!"

He got kicked in the ass.

And the boy who kicked his ass leaned on the grand teacher's chair, held the purple sand teacup with his fingertips, and took a sip of tea, as if he had nothing to do with the fact that he almost fell to the ground.

"Ouch!" the man exclaimed aggrievedly.

Nan Luo raised her eyes, rubbed the back of her hand, and looked at the boy who was standing up with his hands on his buttocks.

He looked a year or two older than Chu Luochuan, with a white shirt collar and a small black tie. He had a smooth face and delicate features, like a pampered young master, with a charming naive look.

Just clutching his butt, pointing at Chu Luochuan and swearing, he was a bit noisy like an angry little daughter-in-law.

Almost all the rich children in Yaocheng have been beaten by Chu Luochuan, so almost no one here dares to make friends with him.

Except for the young master of Zhao's firm, Zhao Jingyu.

A teenager who was addicted to beating by Chu Luochuan.

'Crack clap clap clap—'

Zhao Jingyu carefully patted the ashes off his buttocks, frowning with a mournful face, and glanced at Chu Luochuan, daring not to speak out, so he could only grin at the little girl beside him.

He is an acquaintance, sitting next to Nanluo.

Then he said: "He, he has always been so violent! It's okay to hit me, I'm used to it, but hitting a beautiful sister like you is really unreasonable!"

"By the way, are you in pain?"

"Why don't I show you off?"

Not minding that the other party didn't reply for a while, Zhao Jingyu carefully looked at the little girl's hands, her face was redder than that of an opera singer.

The girl's hand on the skirt was white and tender, slender, with round knuckles, gently holding a small silk handkerchief. She sensed his kindness and enthusiasm, and unconsciously retracted her hand.

Zhao Jingyu blinked, knowing that he was being abrupt.

Just as she was scratching her head in embarrassment, she raised a hand and handed over the small silk handkerchief. She said politely and thankfully, "I don't hurt, your forehead is covered with sweat."

"Ah" Zhao Jingyu took it in astonishment, muttering in his heart, probably because he was used to being bullied by Chu Luochuan, and suddenly he was a little flattered by his good-looking younger sister.

"You are really kind, considerate and thoughtful, unlike the heartless one on your left." Zhao Jingyu handled the silk with care, felt the soft one, and was reluctant to use it to wipe sweat.

After finishing speaking, he wiped away the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and his eyes met Chu Luochuan whose eyes had moved back from the stage.

The casual eyes, seeming to be fixed on Xiao Sijuan, made Zhao Jingyu inexplicably feel a little dangerous.

His little heart trembled, and he took courage, and immediately put the silk gift from his beautiful sister into his arms.

(End of this chapter)