Drifting Towards You

The voice just fell, ‘bang! With a bang, Mu Beiting greeted Han Che with a punch unceremoniously.

Han Che was staggered when he was beaten, a smear of blood spilled from the corner of his lips, and he didn't seem to expect that he would suddenly do it.

In the next moment, Mu Beiting grabbed his shirt tightly and pressed him to the ground, fists like a torrential rain, hitting him with punches and punches.

Han Che was obviously not a vegetarian either. He took a punch earlier unpreparedly, but his **** nature rushed up all at once.

A cruel color flashed under his eyes, and he wiped the corners of his mouth severely.

He raised his hand and greeted Mu Beiting's face with a punch.

Mu Beiting didn't hide, and punched him again with his backhand. Han Che was unwilling to lose, and also made a vicious fight. The two men in suits and shoes started to fight like this.

It has nothing to do with the rules, and there is no skill.

Mu Beiting just used the most primitive and purest method, as if he was venting something, and greeted Han Che fiercely one after another.

He didn't hide from Han Che's tricks, and he stole a few fists.

Mu Beiting stared at the man below him, and greeted him with punch after punch. The momentum was fierce, and the depression and forbearance of the past few days occurred at this time, like a violent beast.

Mu Beiting flushed his eyes, as if he could not feel the pain.

When he thought that he might have touched Su Xiangwan, his breath became unstable.

After all, Han Che was not his opponent. No matter how Mu Beiting didn't follow the rules, but from his childhood training, many things were imperceptibly embedded in his bones, and his tricks were ruthless.

At the end of the fight, Han Che simply stopped moving.

Lying on the ground panting heavily, with blood on his face, only those eyes were mocking, looking at Mu Beiting mockingly.

Mu Beiting's eyes overflowed with murderous intent, and he raised his fist again.

Su Xiangwan watched from the side with trepidation, but he didn't expect the two to fight suddenly.

The room overflowed with a bitter smell of blood, and dark red, sticky blood fell on the floor, making it difficult to tell who it was.

Seeing that Mu Beiting was about to do it again, Su Xiangwan's heart tensed, and hurriedly ran forward and hugged him tightly from behind: "Don't fight, don't fight."

Mu Beiting panted heavily, his raised fists tightened a little bit.

"Don't fight, he will die if you fight again..." Su Xiangwan choked, hugging him tightly, afraid that he would really kill him.

Han Che didn't seem to be too serious, and pulled the corners of his **** lips: "Fight, I'm dead and the child in my stomach is too late. When I grow up, I can avenge me."

"Shut up!" Su Xiangwan looked at Han Che and said angrily, his voice sharpened a bit.

He is so blatant provocation, not to mention Mu Beiting, even she can't listen, let alone Mu Beiting!

Mu Beiting stared at Han Che, the murderous intent in his eyes getting stronger and stronger.

Han Che looked at him with a smile.

Su Xiangwan hugged him tightly, shed a stream of tears, and choked up: "Don't do this, I'm afraid..."

Mu Beiting slowly recovered a bit of reason, and his stiff body slowly relaxed.

He slowly lowered his eyes to cover the killing intent in his eyes.

A few seconds later, he retracted his fist and stood up, not looking at Han Che again.

He turned around and hugged Su Xiangwan in his arms, preventing her from looking at Han Che, who was lying on the floor with blood on his face.

"Do you hurt? Is there any injury?" Su Xiangwan said softly, his eyes full of concern.

He touched her little head, but found that his hand was still stained with blood, so he put it away again: "No."

Han Che lay on the floor, just looking at the incandescent lamp on the roof, his eyes were a little lost, not sad or happy, but too calm.