Jiang Yu..... Jiang Yu!

He really got her text message and came to her right away.

Her initiative was finally answered.

Instead of icy cold silence.

Sheng Jiuran stared at the lit up mobile phone screen in a daze, and the throbbing in his heart swelled up.

It wasn't until the screen went dark that she suddenly reacted.

Fiercely broke free of Yang Hao behind him, turned around and raised his hand to slap him in the face.

When he didn't react to the pain, Sheng Jiuran picked up his phone and swiped the screen as he ran.

Without any hesitation, he clicked on Jiang Yu's name.

But in just a few seconds, the other party has been quickly connected.

Sheng Jiuran's eyes were hot, and he shouted to him in a trilled cry, "Yuyu! Save me! ”

"You can't run away!"

Behind him, a voice like a devil came suddenly.

Sheng Jiuran was pounced forward by Yang Hao, then snatched the phone from her hand, stared at her condescendingly, and sneered, "You still want to call someone to save you?" Dream on! ”

"Yuyu, I'm on the fourth floor! Ah——!h ”

Yang Hao, who was red-eyed, raised his hand, "Be honest with me!" ”

Sheng Jiuran's face was slapped heavily by Yang Hao, and his face was red and swollen.

"Wine! Serve the wine! ”

The phone over there suddenly lost contact.

Jiang Yu, who was standing in the lobby, shrank his pupils, and the terrifying bloodshot spread, and his reason was torn into pieces.

His face was horrible, and his pretty face was distorted like a runaway beast, pushing everyone who was about to go to the elevator like crazy.

An arrow step into it and pressed the '4' button hard.

"Hey, what the are you...."

The person who was pushed away cursed, but when the elevator door was about to close.

Coldly looked at the young man inside, and was instantly frightened.

The pretty pale young man inside kicked his breath, and the messy bangs half covered half of his eyes.

The darkness under his eyes was like a storm descending, spreading the terrible bloodlust of death.

He is like a demon crawling out of hell, trying to break the hateful man to pieces!

"Don't struggle, Serving."

Yang Hao was beaten to the point that his head was dizzy, and Sheng Jiuran, who was powerless to resist, stopped him and picked him up.

He sniffed the fragrance in her hair, and smiled triumphantly and disgustingly, "Save some effort, go back and call me again hahaha!" "Flyover

"You ......"

Unwilling to be pinched like this, Sheng Jiuran bit his lip.

With the last of his strength, he slammed his head into his chin.

Yang Hao let go of his hand in pain, and Sheng Jiuran pushed him away, stumbling against the wall and running with difficulty.

Hurry up!

Run faster!

You can't stop! Don't stop!

Otherwise, it's over!

"You stinky bitch, you really owe a beating, right?"

Yang Hao, who was holding his chin, was full of anger that he had finally succeeded and was running away, and chased after him with a scolding grin.

The haunting figure behind him pounced again, along with the disgusting smell.

Sheng Jiuran's heart was desperate, and her eyes slowly darkened.

"You can't run away!"

Just when Yang Hao's hand was about to reach out to Sheng Jiuran's body.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew behind him, and before he could react, his collar was already raised high.

Then he slammed into a pair of scarlet eyes, and then the whole person slammed into the wall next to him!

The young man who came in a hurry had boundless blood in his eyes, and as if he was throwing a sandbag, he lifted Yang Hao, who was already bleeding from his forehead, and smashed it against the wall again.

"Fish ......"

Sheng Jiuran, who was shrinking in the corner, saw him and instantly burst into tears.

The boy who heard her voice was stunned.

Then let go of the boy who was no longer silent, and looked at her with cold and bloody eyes.

"Yuyu .....!"

Sheng Jiuran tried to stand up, but her feet were weak, and she stood halfway up against the wall, but her feet were weak, and she was about to fall to the ground.

A hand wrapped around her came towards her with a slightly cool smell.

He took her into his arms, and then wrapped his hands tightly around her, leaving no gaps at all.

Sheng Jiu curled up in Jiang Yu's arms, she seemed to return to a place of peace, raised her wet cheeks, with an uncontrollable trill, and shouted repeatedly, "Yuyu, Yuyu..."

Jiang Yu hugged her, the hand on her back was already bruised, the anger in her eyes was thick, and the aura was a slaughter that had not yet ended.

"Jiuran, I'm here."

But even so, his voice was extremely gentle, in strong contrast to his aura.

Jiang Yue lowered his eyes and hugged the trembling little girl in his arms.

He took the trouble to comfort her clumsily in the gentlest voice over and over again, "Jiuran, I'm here, don't cry." ”