An Yirou turned around to look for him, and sure enough, she saw him not far away, leaning on a pillar, his hands around his chest, and his face was so gloomy that he could drip water.

An Yirou was just about to go over, but was grabbed by Mo Yunzhan and said to her: "Rourou, don't go over, that man has a background, he will kill you." ”

Feng Yutian sneered: "Kill her? You're not talking about me. Although I didn't do much for her, at least I believe she wouldn't let her go to jail; At least I know she's not going to bend over for a million; At least I never missed when she needed it most. Mo Yunzhan, what about you? ”

Feng Yutian's words were like a sword, sharp and direct, with a sound in the flesh, Mo Yunzhan was hit by this sword, but he was speechless, these were his scars, and it was even more painful to be uncovered, and a stream of blood was blocked in his chest, almost spit out.

He had no evidence to prove his words, so he could only hold An Yirou's hand firmly and prevent her from leaving, saying: "Rourou, you have to believe my words, leave T City, leave him." ”

Mo Yunzhan's words, An Yirouxin, she also knew that Feng Yutian was a character who could not be provoked, and his appearance may not be a coincidence, but does all this have anything to do with her?

As long as he doesn't love him, what can he hurt her?

She looked up at Feng Yutian, Feng Yutian also looked at her coldly, and then stretched out a hand to her. That slender and powerful hand seemed to be expecting and summoning.

An Yirou broke away from Mo Yunzhan's hand and walked towards Fengyutian.

Mo Yunzhan looked at his empty hand and shouted sadly: "Rourou ......"

An Yirou walked forward without looking back, she clenched her hands into fists, and silently warned herself in her heart not to look back, not to shed tears, she wanted to give Yun Zhan a decisive back.

Feng Yutian took An Yirou's hand and led her out of the hall.

After getting into the car, An Yirou finally couldn't help but turn her head and watched Yun Zhan's figure standing in the midst of people gradually disappearing and disappearing.

Tears poured out of his eyes, and tears flowed down his face.

We can only go here, Yun Zhan, forget me, I will try to forget you, but I don't know, will I wait until the day when I forget.

The car squeaked and braked sharply and stopped on the side of the road.

An Yirou didn't notice at all, leaned forward, hit his head on the front glass, and immediately swollen a big bag.

She looked back at Feng Yutian angrily, only to notice that his entire face was already terrifying.

Just now, I was so sad that I didn't notice his reaction.

"An Yirou!" He called her name in an eerie tone.

An Yirou was stunned, and before she could react, Feng Yutian had already grabbed her chin, biting her lip fiercely, and a heart-piercing pain spread from her lips.

An Yirou let out a painful cry, and the sound was drowned out in his mouth. Their lips and teeth were against each other, and their bites hurt.

The more An Yirou struggled, the harder he bit hard, the more he bit hard, the more An Yirou struggled desperately.

Neither of them would admit defeat, until a stream of blood gradually spread between their lips and teeth.

After all, An Yirou's physical strength was not as good as his, and she gradually had suffocating vertigo, and Feng Yutian let go of her.

His slightly cool fingers touched her hot lips, and when he touched it, she shivered in pain.

He asked, "Does it hurt?" ”

An Yirou dodged his fingers and glared at him angrily.

Feng Yutian's mood seemed to have changed for the better after venting, the corners of his lips were hooked, and he smiled coldly: "If it hurts, remember: who should your tears flow for." ”