Volume I, Chapter 30, Chapter 1

"This gentleman, the twisted melon is not sweet, why should you embarrass Teacher Han Sha? Please let him go. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

A young security guard wearing a security uniform and carrying a baton walked out of the security room, stopped the two men on their way, looked at Nangong Jun and said.

There are a total of four security guards in the security room, Nangong Jun can put on such a big show, and his family background is definitely not simple, so they are not willing to provoke, but now, Nangong Jun actually wants someone to forcibly take Han Sha away.

The young security guard couldn't stand it, so he came out to stop it, as for the other three security guards, they shrank in the security room and didn't move, more is better than less, eight luxury cars, the price of each luxury car is not less than five million, even if they are security guards for a lifetime, they can't afford one, they really don't have the confidence to offend the son of such a rich family.

"Break his two legs!" Nangong Jun said coldly, a small security guard dared to jump out and accuse him, he was really impatient.

"Yes, young master. ”

One of the bodyguards let go of Han Sha, strode up to the young security guard, and punched him.

The young security guard didn't expect Nangong Jun to be so arrogant, he just said a word, and the other party was about to break his two legs, so he was also angry, facing the fist of the black-clothed bodyguard, he stepped back, and the baton in his hand was swung out and smashed into the opponent's arm.

"Humph!"

The black-clothed bodyguard smiled disdainfully, his body was on one side, avoiding the baton of the young security guard, bullying himself, his arm ramming into his chest, taking advantage of the other party's staggering back, he flew up with a kick, and suddenly, the young security guard flew out screaming and fell into the flower bed.

Picking up the baton on the ground, the black-clothed bodyguard smiled coldly, walked up to the young bodyguard, and smashed the young security guard's legs......

"Click!

Two broken bones sounded, and the young security guard's two legs were smashed alive, and he also screamed and fainted, and the three security guards in the security room were cold all over his body, and his scalp was numb, and he was even more glad that he didn't go out with that stunned young man, otherwise, the end would not be much better.

The black-clothed bodyguard threw away the baton, and with another bodyguard, he re-set up Hansha and dragged him to the car.

At this moment, Han Sha had stopped struggling, her body was trembling slightly, the ruthless methods of the black-clothed bodyguard made her feel extremely frightened, and her heart was filled with a desperate emotion.

Zhang Nature, who returned to the crowd, gritted his teeth and his eyes were like spitting fire, looking at this scene, he felt humiliated and blamed himself in his heart.

Seeing that Hansha was about to be dragged into the car.

A figure burst out of the school gate, catching up with the two bodyguards like lightning, and striking the waistshirts of the two bodyguards with both fists.

"Bang!

With two muffled snorts, the two bodyguards collectively fell to the ground.

At the same time, Han Sha, who was too frightened, also went to the ground because of the loss of support, Song Yan reached out to support her, feeling Han Sha's trembling body, and her cheeks that became pale from being frightened, Song Yan was very distressed, and said in a low voice: "Teacher Hansha, are you okay?"

Hearing Song Yan's voice full of concern, Han Sha came back to her senses slightly: "I...... I'm fine. ”

Song Yan glanced at Nangong Jun and the group of people who surrounded them, and said categorically: "Teacher Han Sha, don't worry, with me, they don't want to hurt you!"

Han Sha glanced at Song Yan gratefully: "Thank you Song Yan." ”

"By the way, Teacher Han Sha, what the hell is going on, why are they arresting you?" Song Yan asked.

Song Yan's words seemed to remind Han Sha, she remembered Zhang Tiantian who took the initiative to leave after being slapped, and also remembered the security guard who had two legs broken, thinking of this, she pushed Song Yan away violently, and shouted anxiously: "You go quickly, he is Nangong Jun, you can't save me!"

Looking at Han Sha like this, Song Yan felt a surge of blood in his heart, and said loudly: "Teacher Han Sha, I said, with me, no one can hurt you, I don't care if he is Nangong Jun or Nangong Ugly, if he dares to hurt you, I will kill him!"

Song Yan's words landed soundly, falling in Han Sha's ears, but it seemed to be smashed on her heart, looking at Song Yan's slightly childish, but full of firm face, for no reason, her heart trembled twice, and her eyes gradually became distracted, and Song Yan at this moment gradually overlapped with the hero image she imagined as a child......

"Interesting!

Nangong Jun slapped his face and stepped forward, looking at Song Yan with interest: "You are the first person who dares to speak wildly and want my life, what do you say I should do with you?"

Nangong Jun's words woke Han Sha up, and she said to Nangong Jun with a pleading voice: "Mr. Nangong, he is still a student, and his personality is inevitably impulsive, don't you plan with him?"

"What do you think?" Nangong Jun played.

Suddenly, Han Sha took a deep breath, looked at Nangong Jun and said, "Mr. Nangong, as long as you promise not to trouble him, I will go with you." ”

"Hahaha. Nangong Jun raised his head and laughed, when the laughter stopped, one of his faces became extremely cold, and he said inwardly: "I hate women talking to me about conditions, and I hate even more that there are women who talk to me about conditions for a man, who dare to hurt me, and dare to say that I want my life, you, you are dead!"

In the last sentence, Nangong Jun pointed at Song Yan and said.

Hearing this, Han Sha's face turned as pale as paper, because she knew that with the power of the Nangong family, if Nangong Jun really wanted Song Yan to die, it would not be a difficult thing.

"It's all my fault, it's all me who hurt Song Yan. Her heart was filled with self-reproach.

"Teacher Han Sha, don't be afraid, I said, with me, no one can hurt you!" Song Yan patted Han Sha on the shoulder, and then strode in front of her, leaving her with a tall and slightly emaciated back.

In the crowd, Zhang naturally looked at Song Yan who stepped forward, his fists clenched tighter, and muttered to himself: "Song Yan, you must rescue Teacher Han Sha!" At this moment, he no longer had a trace of jealousy towards Song Yan, but a little more admiration, because Song Yan did what he didn't dare to do.

"Boy, the flower messenger is not so easy to be!" Nangong Jun stared at Song Yan and sneered.

Song Yan smiled coldly: "Nangong Jun, right, the master also told you, if you want to hurt my family's teacher Han Sha, there is no way, if you know each other, get out of here, otherwise, the master will beat you so that you can't take care of yourself!"

Nangong Jun was stunned, he didn't expect Song Yan to dare to speak to him like this, he was immediately very annoyed, and shouted to the subordinates around him: "You guys, I want this kid's hands and legs!"

"Yes. ”

Eight drivers wearing dresses and white gloves agreed in unison, and formed an encirclement, approaching Song Yan, they are all people from the security company of Xuanwu Group, and today they were transferred by the young master to act as drivers, and they are worried about the opportunity to perform, now, drill out of a Song Yan, they are naturally happy, if they perform well and are promoted to personal bodyguards by the young master, it will not be developed.

You must know that Nangong Jun's personal bodyguards are not only well paid, but the beauties that the young master is tired of playing with will be thrown to the bodyguards to play, where to find such a good thing.

"Do it!"

Shrinking the encirclement to one meter, eight drivers attacked with cold drinks.

[Author's digression]: Three more collections.