After a short period of slander at Ouyang Xuan, An Ran hurriedly held his forehead and shifted his gaze.

After looking up at the Left Bank coffee opposite, he muttered in a depressed voice: "So you are on the opposite side, what a coincidence!" ”

"Enron, who are they?" Cheng Pengfei had already put on his coat and strode over directly.

When An Ran was talking to Duan Zechen just now, he secretly observed it beside him.

Duan Zechen was dressed in an iron-gray high-end handmade suit, with delicate crystal buttons on the neckline of his black shirt, and although Ouyang Xuan looked like an entourage, he was also a famous brand in a suit and leather shoes.

Obviously, the other party is definitely not an ordinary person!

The expression on An Ran's face made it clear that he knew the other party, but Duan Zechen's eyes were very unfriendly, so he couldn't help but want to reach out and pull An Ran away.

"Cheng Pengfei, he is ......" An Ran turned his head to look at Cheng Pengfei, but just halfway through speaking, his wrist suddenly tightened, and a scolding followed in his ear!

"Don't touch her!"

Duan Zechen's voice carried an angry warning!

Cheng Pengfei was startled by him, and the hand that was about to touch An Ran's arm suddenly stopped in the air.

Before An Ran could react, his wrist was already grabbed by Duan Zechen!

His movements were crisp and decisive, and An Ran was dragged by him to slip under his feet, almost falling, and couldn't help but complain: "What are you doing!" ”

Cheng Pengfei was strong-blooded, and when he saw Duan Zechen openly robbing people, of course he refused to give in, and immediately raised his hand to warn him: "You let go of An Ran!" ”

"How dare you point fingers at me!" Duan Zechen's pupils tightened suddenly, so far, no one has dared to use this posture on him!

Ouyang Xuan, perhaps a little sympathetic to Cheng Pengfei is student, stepped forward, and reminded with a smile: "Within three seconds, withdraw your hand!" ”

Cheng Pengfei is angry, where will he listen to his advice!

Seeing this, Ouyang Xuan raised his eyebrows, then winked at Duan Zechen, and suddenly raised his arm, and directly grabbed Cheng Pengfei's outstretched finger with precise movements!

"Boy, I don't think you want this finger anymore!"

Ouyang Xuan's tone was very relaxed, and that kind of hangy expression seemed to be just reminding: "Your mother called you home for dinner!" ”

It's just that as soon as his words fell, Cheng Pengfei immediately screamed.

An Ran's eyes suddenly widened in horror!

Ouyang Xuan's baby face was still smiling lightly, but Cheng Pengfei's index finger had been turned back by his murderous back!

"Senior! …… Who the hell are you, let him go! Huang Jingjing exclaimed, and hurriedly wanted to go up to help, but when she saw Duan Zechen's fierce eyes, she was immediately too frightened to step forward.

Several pedestrians passing by on the road avoided one after another.

The guys of Tianxiang Pavilion only dared to hold the tray and hide behind the glass window, secretly looking at the situation outside.

"What nerves are you! Let him go! An Ran had never encountered such a situation on the street, and he was in a hurry, so he hurriedly wanted to stop Ouyang Xuan.

Duan Zechen grabbed her arm, gritted his teeth with a gloomy face, and said, "You seem to care about him very much!" ”

“…… What the hell do you want to do! He's just my junior! An Ran stomped his foot.

Duan Zechen grabbed her wrist tightly and didn't let go at all, and Ouyang Xuan also maintained the posture of torturing Cheng Pengfei unchanged!

Cheng Pengfei's face was mixed with pain and shame, he held his right shoulder in a wolf posture, and reminded with the sharp pain on his fingers: "...... Enron, you take Jingjing and leave! Leave me alone! ”