And Mo Siyu stood at the door, his hair was messy, he was not wearing clothes, and his pants were just worn indiscriminately, and his whole expression was like a frosted eggplant, completely wilted. Seeing the two of them come in, he raised his head slightly, his eyes flashing with something, and his lips opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to speak.

Seeing this scene, Yu Zexiao hadn't entered the door yet, and when he aimed at Mo Siyu's face, he smashed it hard!

"Bastard!" He wore a mask and punched hard, knocking Mo Siyu to the ground with one punch!

He was really angry! Angry, how could he do such an excessive thing! In addition to being angry, he was a little disappointed and a little worried.

It's all like this, how can he help him intercede, and let Jian Anning behave like a person!

And he also knew in his heart that the worse he beat Mo Siyu now, the more he could make Zhao Ziyin and Jian Anning angry!

Mo Siyu was knocked down by his punch, blood immediately gushed out of his nose, and the whole person was embarrassed, and he didn't say much, and stood up sullenly against the wall of the corridor. Yu Zexiao kicked him to the ground again, and then jumped up and hit him without saying a word: "You are such a bastard!" How can you do such a thing! ”

He fell on him one punch after another, Mo Siyu is usually such a low-mouthed person, he was stunned by him today without saying a word, and he didn't even hide.

Yu Zexiao was beating people quite hard, and next to him, Jian Anning didn't bother to care about Mo Siyu at all, and rushed in directly. As soon as she entered the hotel room, she was stunned.

The ground was littered with messy fragments of clothes, big chuang-shang, Zhao Ziyin hugged the white sheets, shrunk into a small one and hid in the corner. Her eyes were a little swollen because of the cry she had just cried, her eyes were looking straight ahead, her pupils were barely focused, and her face was too pale—and there was a huge slap mark on her cheek!

Not only that, but there were no parts of her body covered by white sheets, and traces of bruises and purples could still be faintly seen. You can imagine how much pain she had suffered before!

Bastard bastard, this bastard! Jian Anning's emotions, which were originally appeased by Yu Zexiao, exploded again. Distressed and angry, he stepped forward and called her name softly: "Ziyin......"

Zhao Ziyin didn't react at all, the whole person was like a plaster statue, completely frozen.

Seeing her demeanor, Jian Anning felt a sour and pity in her heart, and without further ado, she stepped forward quickly, covered the fruit-dew part of her body with the clothes she brought, and called softly: "Ziyin......"

This time, Zhao Ziyin seemed to have finally reacted a little. Her head slowly moved over, and it took a long time before her eyes fell on Jian Anning's face. In the dim light, Jian Anning saw that her lower lip had been bitten with blood, her face was pale and frightening, and her eyes were black and white. But the other half of her face, because of the slap, was swollen high, and her long black hair was also stuck to her cheeks with sweat, looking extremely pitiful.

"Ziyin, don't scare me!" Jian Anning immediately went up to hug her, and cried out first, "Ziyin, don't be like this, you speak!" If you have anything to say, you can say it, don't hold it like this......"