That year, he was nineteen, she was eighteen, a bastard who messed with trouble all day long, and an eternal first in the grade, it seemed that the two would never be intertwined, but it seemed that fate played a big joke on them.

Living in the alleys of the city, there are many gangsters who harass her who was like a lotus flower, and there are many suitors with a lot of money, but her family is extremely poor, she doesn't seem to take this qiē in her eyes, and she seems to know the purest purpose of these men, but her stubbornness can only stick to the final bottom line until he appears.

From the first time she saw him, she believed that this man might not be possessive, she might be tired of holding on to it, or she believed that the man in front of her who protected her would protect him for the rest of his life, and they came together.

He was reluctant to touch her, not even holding hands, and he would pull out a distance when the two walked together, but rushed to the front when he was needed most, and the deepest contact between them was that she was crying and bandaging his wounds.

He didn't complain, even if he didn't mess around, he began to work with his head bowed, and handed over a penny of his monthly salary to her, and he would rather do something he didn't want to do for her.

She needs money, she needs money to study, she needs money to maintain that precarious family, her father is an out-and-out gambler, he often fights her, her mother abandoned her, and it is really not easy to live all the way to the present.

The two souls full of suffering came together, which made them believe in the future, and believed that they would slowly get better. Until she was admitted to a key school, he smiled that day, but she cried, she was going to leave Qingdao, he smiled goodbye, and she was reluctant to leave.

Perhaps fate was always playing a joke on them, laughing and laughing, laughing and laughing out of tears, she disappeared from his world from then on, and he searched for it for a long time, so long that he forgot about the woman he had once ignored.

But is this qiē just a joke? Zhao Kuangran hopes that this story will have an ending, and may even be regarded as the most beautiful first love in the world, but she has been destroyed by this evil society, she is no longer the stubborn lotus, he is still that fool.

The air is not big or small, ushering in gusts of cold wind, Zhao Kuang is not holding Xianyang, he believes that Xianyang can stand stubbornly, as they once expected, a qiē will get better and better, Xianyang will leave this heavy past behind sooner or later, the road of life is very long, long enough to have endless stories.

"Take one off this kid's hand, I don't care so much." Wang De looked at the opposite side There were only two people, a strong crossbow at the end of Xianyang, and Zhao Kuangchao, whose physique was really not excellent, although Zhao Kuangran's identity was special, but this city was called Qingdao, not Burning Love, so Wang De was not ordinary and confident.

And Xian Yang just looked at the woman who was still in Wang De's arms, or was forcibly held in Wang De's arms, because of Wang De's fat pig-like figure, this woman was even more petite, but from beginning to end, this woman never dared to collide with Xian Yang's eyes.

"You should be glad that if you didn't have a good old man, maybe your head would have moved." Zhao Kuang helped Xian Yang wipe off the excess blood stains on his face, although he said casually, but he was full of gunpowder, and it was not in vain that the group of people who came with him watched the excitement, and even the crowd shouted out the power of burning love without fear of anything.

Xian Yang didn't know why Zhao Kuang's attitude had become so tough, it was not a wise move to tie up with this Wang De, and now the best outcome he considered was to leave one of his hands, although so, Xian Yang didn't regret it at all, the only regret was why the wine bottle was slanted in the first place.

Wang De's expression is not very good, a few fox friends around him have begun to blow the whistle to call people, in the circle of Qingdao Second Ancestor, Wang De squeezed the upper line, although people are arrogant, but the victory is very arrogant, so he has also made a lot of friends on the road, so that this guy is often lawless in many night games, and no one dares to clean up, many people present are just to see the excitement, and even silently hope that Zhao Kuangchao can teach Wang De a lesson, but look at this situation, Zhao Kuangchao can protect himself is good.

"I don't care who you know, the current burning love is not the original burning love, today not only you, but also you, you guy, you have to leave me an arm." Wang De smiled cruelly, staring at Zhao Kuangran and Xianyang with bad intentions, the face of the woman in her arms turned white with fright, and she struggled hard, but she could break free from Wang De's embrace.

Zhao Kuang patted Xian Yang on the shoulder, and said something softly in his mouth, Xian Yang was slightly stunned, watching Zhao Kuang go forward step by step, they pulled out a distance, still Zhao Kuang was in front and Xian Yang was behind, but his heart was closer and I don't know how much.

"My name is Zhao Kuangran, maybe there are few people in Qingdao who know me, and I don't know a few people, the guy behind me is one, maybe it's a little higher, I'm just a nobody, you can bully me, insult me, scold me, or even beat me, I may be next to me, but there are some things that can't be touched, you can't touch it, I can't touch it, you can't tell any reason, and I won't either." Zhao Kuang looked around at everyone, and his body suddenly rushed out, like an arrow off the bow, directly knocking out the other party's man standing in front.

Where did Wang De think that Zhao Kuang would shoot directly, and hurriedly fled backwards, and even the woman in his arms was pushed out by him as a shield.

It can be said that it was a one-sided ravage, and all the people brought by Wang De were beaten to the ground, and even a good veteran scout had not made three moves in Zhao Kuang's hands, in just a few minutes, there was only one woman left on Wang De's side, and there was a frightened and pale Wang De.

The people watching the battle can be said to be very happy, but Wang De is bitter, and now Wang De looks at Zhao Kuangchao's gaze as if he is looking at a killing god, and his body involuntarily trembles, even if Zhao Kuangchao moves slightly, he may let out a scream like killing a pig.

"What do you want? Isn't that the woman? Take it away directly, Lao Tzu won't play. Wang De said intermittently, his voice was obviously trembling, and he was secretly scolding in his heart for how the rescuers he invited could not come back.

Zhao Kuangran's brows jumped, as if Wang De's words touched something, he took two steps in a row, without waiting for Wang De to retreat, his left hand was like an eagle's claw twisted on Wang De's neck, the tendons slowly burst out, Wang De's fat face turned from red to purple, his two hands kept trembling, and the pair of eyes that were squeezed by fat looked at Zhao Kuangran pleadingly.

The woman next to her screamed in fright, and slowly knelt on the ground, watching Wang De's life pass bit by bit.

"Who the hell is that man?" Zhao Kuangchao's voice sounded in her ears, like an invisible sword, piercing straight into her heart, as if it could tear her heart apart, this feeling was even more uncomfortable than the fat pig arching on her.

"Who the hell is he?" Zhao Kuang's chaotic voice sounded again.

The woman was in tears, covering her face and choking.

"Xianyang." The woman's voice trembled, as if she were crumbling on the edge of a cliff.

"What the hell is he doing Xianyang for!" Zhao Kuang let go of Wang De, who had fainted, and walked step by step towards this seemingly distressing and equally hateful woman, gritting his teeth and saying word by word. Zhao Kuangchao felt worthless for Xianyang, and felt worthless for this woman.

The woman shook her head desperately, unable to speak, as if she was trying her best not to hear Zhao Kuangchao's voice, but Zhao Kuangran's voice was like a magic spell, slowly eroding a qiē.

"Brother Zhao." Xianyang shouted.

Zhao Kuang's expression calmed down instantly, and he slowly squatted down and handed the woman a stack of napkins, as if he was playing a trick.

The crowd was noisy again, Zhao Kuang got up in a hurry, looked at the group of people who came, and his expression instantly turned cold again.

A few men with a tiger's back squeezed in, but the leader was a guy who was thin as a bamboo pole, with gray hair, and the most obvious thing was that there was a third eye tattooed on his forehead, as soon as this guy came in, he saw Wang De who fell to the ground and didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and hurriedly helped Wang De up, and slapped Wang De a few times, Wang De regained consciousness, Wang De looked at these three eyes and looked at his father, and then looked at Zhao Kuangchao with a cold expression, shuddered, shrunk his neck and said boldly: "Xiaokang, it's these B cubs, Packed it all for me. ”

These three eyes nodded, with an arrogant look, and glanced at a few men around them, these men did not hesitate, like veterans who have been in a hundred battles, and rushed directly to Zhao Kuangchao, although they have been in a hundred battles, but the objects they have faced are just some little ruffians and gangsters.

As soon as the man who rushed to the front was kicked out by Zhao Kuangchao, and before the remaining few could react, they were punched by Zhao Kuangchao, which seemed to be a light punch, hitting them like exploding flowers, and they were stunned and couldn't stand up with all their strength.

The three eyes opened their mouths wide and rubbed their eyes, but the few men he brought were obviously not enough for Zhao Kuang to ravage, and they all fell down after a while, and the remaining two didn't dare to say anything.

Wang De's expression was extremely desperate, and he suddenly found that even if he moved his house here, it might not be enough for this person to play, and he felt that all the glory on his body was thrown away, and there was only one head left, Wang De was really afraid, the first time in his life that he was so afraid.