Yu Wange, who was in a state of weakness, felt as if she had been stripped naked, just like that, she was afraid of the eyes of all passers-by looking at her.

I didn't want too many people to see myself so nervous, carrying a shoulder bag, Yu Wange lowered her beret and quickly ran into a sparsely populated alley.

Subconsciously quickened the pace of her feet, and now, she only prayed that Rong Tingchen did not catch up, otherwise, she really had ten thousand mouths and couldn't explain!

The sultry air current, like a mist that can't be dispersed, is sweating on the forehead of Yu Wanyin, and she is a little depressed.

"Hoo ......"

Seeing that he had run away from a long distance, Rong Tingchen should not have caught up, Yu Wange propped himself on the wall of the deep alley with one hand, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Yu Wange, who was greedy ~ breathing the air, as long as she thought of the man's cold and deep eyes, as emotionless as a thousand years of ice, her little heart trembled.

She really didn't want to face that man!

Suddenly, just when Yu Wange kept calming her mind, behind her, Wei An's long body approached, Rong Tingchen stretched out his hand and pressed it on her thin shoulder.

Then, two powerful hands violently wrenched her body, and directly leaned her weak little body against the wall.

"Hmm......"

A sore and numb pain began to spread from his back.

Before he could react from that tingling pain, the man's voice, mixed with faint anger, sounded above his head in amazement.

"What the hell are you doing?"

The sound of the man splitting his head and covering his face fell, making Yu Wange's heart tremble subconsciously.

Looking up at the man's dark eyes, which had been dyed with a gloomy color, her eyes were as uneasy as a rabbit.

She shrunk her petite body, didn't dare to look at this man's knife-like sharp eyes, bit her lower lip timidly, and buried her head.

"Damn, I'm asking you, what are you doing with me?"

Seeing Yu Wange look weak and uneasy about herself, Rong Tingchen suddenly raised her voice angrily, and her two powerful big hands shook her thin body.

"Boom!"

With the man's vigorous swaying, the single shoulder pocket on Yu Wanyin's thin shoulders slipped down.

The brutal force fell, and the few newly bought pharmacology books inside flowed out.

With a cold glance in his eyes, he suddenly saw those few medicinal books written about clinical medicine of Chinese and Western medicine.

Studying medicine?

Rong Tingchen turned his eyes from the book and glanced at Yu Wange suspiciously.

This cowardly little girl, studying medicine?

Does she have the courage to pick up a scalpel?

Ignoring the cold glare of the man's face, Yu Wange squatted down and hurriedly picked up the books he had scattered.

Seeing that Yu Wange would rather ignore herself and pick up those books, the angry flames that Rong Tingchen inexplicably squeezed in his chest became even more intense.

Damn, in the eyes of this woman, is she not as good as the book for more than 100 yuan?

Stirred by the growing anger, Rong Tingchen leaned down and picked up the last remaining book on the ground into his palm.