Seeing Zhuo'er silent, Meng Shuixin didn't feel angry, so he took two steps forward, grabbed the boy's hand directly, and dragged Zhuo'er to the door.

This time, it was the broken palm that stopped Meng Shuixin, but Meng Shuixin's hand was indeed tightly holding Zhuo'er's hand, and he didn't have the slightest intention of letting go, even if the person who stopped him was a broken palm, or this Zhuo'er who was caught by him.

Meng Shuixin faced the broken palm like this, and no one in this room dared to make a sound or stop it, until a gentle voice slowly interrupted the silence that was quiet to death: "Master Duan, I don't know if I can sell Jingrong a face and let my girlfriend go?" ”

Meng Shuixin suddenly looked outside the door, and saw Wen Jingrong leaning against the door and saying, the boy was wearing a school uniform, but there was a feeling of being handsome and slender, his hands were inserted in the trouser pockets of the school uniform, just a posture that had already shown the bearing of a king, and beyond the boy, he could see many people lying horizontally next to the boy and behind him, Meng Shuixin recognized that those people were the people who blocked him at the door just now.

And now he is lying on the ground at the door, I don't know if he fainted or is already dead, Meng Shuixin's eyes tightened, and he had an instinctive fear of Wen Jingrong at this moment.

It was very quiet inside the room just now, and the door was not completely closed, but there was no movement outside at all, how did Wen Jingrong quietly dispose of so many people, and there was not even a little smell of blood.

And when he saw Wen Jingrong, when he touched the young man's eyes with infinite tenderness and smile, Meng Shuixin suddenly felt a little weak for no reason, and subconsciously wanted to let go of Zhuo'er's hand, but I don't know why Zhuo'er, who obviously wanted to shake off his own just now, really grabbed his hand tightly at this moment, and refused to let go.

Meng Shuixin suddenly felt like a cheating girlfriend who happened to be caught by her boyfriend.

But let him let go of Zhuo Er now, Meng Shuixin can't do it, Meng Shuixin knows that if he can't leave Zhuo Er from the Severed Palm today, I'm afraid it will be more difficult in the future, and the longer the secret of Zhuo'er is left by the Severed Palm, the greater the danger.

Thinking of this, Meng Shuixin held Zhuo'er's hand tightly as if he had made up his mind, Zhuoer felt the temperature and strength from Meng Shuixin's palm, and his heart seemed to be touched by a straw, and he couldn't control it anymore.

Even though Wen Jingrong was right in front of him, did he still choose himself?

In this self-deceptive way, Drow ignored the fact that she still had jasper glass in her body, and her whole body and mind were intoxicated by the temperature from the girl's hand, as if anything could pass like this as long as there was this temperature.

But just one sentence of the severed palm knocked Zhuoer's self-fantasy back to reality: "Young Master Wen, even if your girlfriend is with another man by you?" Even if he doesn't want to go by himself now, but to take a man away, oh, by the way, he just said that he is very interested in this man, for the sake of Zhuoer, but he is willing to make concessions to me in the square plan, I don't know about this matter, does Young Master Wen know? ”

Meng Shuixin's mind tightened, and the broken palm was provoking the relationship between himself and Wen Jingrong, but the young man leaning against the door didn't seem to have any big fluctuations, but this didn't make Meng Shuixin relax his vigilance, because the young man really didn't seem to have changed that smile at any time.

The scariest thing in this world is not the fierce people, the most terrible are the people who smile at you all the time, the people whose smile always stays the same.

A person who can control his own feelings must already be able to control the overall situation.

"Are you going to take him away?" This sentence was said by Wen Jingrong looking at Meng Shuixin, and Wen Jingrong of the Sin Domain is based on ordinary words, as simple as whether you want to take away a rag doll, but for Meng Shuixin, it will not be so simple, he must bear the consequences after he says the following sentence.

And this consequence may disrupt their plans in advance.

At this time, Zhuo Er even forgot that he was at the point of being bought and sold by others at the previous moment, but looked at Wen Jingrong with an indifferent expression, as if he could have a silent conversation with this young man even if he didn't speak.

But Wen Jingrong didn't have the eyes of Zhizhuo, his eyes were more on Meng Shuixin and Zhuoer's intertwined hands.

"Yes." After being silent for a moment, Meng Shuixin pulled Zhuoer forward and looked at Wen Jingrong and said, this battle seems to have quickly changed from the confrontation between Meng Shuixin and the broken palm to a psychological war between Meng Shuixin and Wen Jingrong.

Meng Shuixin had to make Wen Jingrong think that he wanted to take her away because of the pure Zhuoer relationship, not just because of the so-called jasper glass, the more his chips were revealed in front of Wen Jingrong, the more disadvantageous he became.

So Meng Shuixin continued: "Zhuoer is my friend, I want to take her away. ”

Meng Shuixin's palms sweated involuntarily when he said this, and this kind of nervousness was naturally sensed by Zhuo Er who was holding him, and Zhuo Er held Meng Shuixin's hand instead, as if he wanted to give him some comfort.

But at this moment, Zhuoer's hand can't give Meng Shuixin a little comfort at all, Meng Shuixin has to muster a lot of courage to withstand Wen Jingrong's prying gaze, Wen Jingrong knows that Zhuo'er has jasper glass on his body, but Meng Shuixin doesn't dare to guarantee that Wen Jingrong will not say it on such an occasion.

But at this point, it is better to bet on Wen Jingrong than to put the chips on the severed palm that has no chance of winning at all.

"Huh." In such a tense atmosphere, the young man leaning against the door laughed softly, and the corners of his eyes rose slightly, like a beauty in a white painting flower running out of the flower, smiling indifferently.