The girl's voice trembled softly, her eyelashes drooped, trembling slightly, and her whole body was wrapped in a poignant softness.

Meng Chixi was upset, and casually threw the teacup on the table to the ground, the teacup cracked, and fragments were everywhere.

She said lightly: "Kneel up, beg me." ”

Chen Xiaoruan didn't move, her body was a little stiff, she was just an ordinary person, the only thing that was not ordinary was probably Mr. Song, who liked her.

She is timid, cowardly, and has the shortcomings that all introverted girls have.

"I'll only give you three seconds, and after three seconds, if you amputate your leg in front of me, I won't save him."

"Three."

"Uhh

"Please, please, save him."

Meng Chixi was happy, her eyebrows were full of joy, and she felt happy when she saw the blood coming out from under her knees.

"Then I'll reluctantly help her~" Meng Chixi smiled and spoke, stretched out his hand to pull Chen Xiaoruan up, looking at her pale face, the curvature of the corners of his lips became bigger and bigger.

"Don't tell him, you know, he can help me kill, but I'm not going to be soft on him." Meng Chixi threatened her, smiling like a flower.

Where is Chen Xiaoruan's opponent.

"Good ......" the girl's voice trembled, and her body trembled.

Meng Chixi glanced at the time, it was almost over, and he let go of his hand without warning, almost letting Chen Xiaoruan fall.

"I'm sorry, I still have something to do, so I'll go first."

"You'll save him, won't you?" Chen Xiaoruan grabbed the corner of Meng Chixi's clothes and stubbornly spoke, his eyes still red.

Meng Chixi blinked: "I am a trustworthy person." "The words of the bitch, there are actually people who believe it, he~

Her target is not Song Zhengyang, but ......

Meng Chixi stared at the girl, and the smile in her eyes deepened a lot.

Stepping on the dim starlight, she left the place.

Chen Xiaoruan directly sat down on the chair and gasped for breath, his lips were bloodless in pain, and his forehead was full of cold sweat.

She slowed down for a moment before she bent down, enduring the pain, trying to pull out the pieces embedded in her knee.

"Squeak-" The door was pushed open from the outside, and Chen Xiaoruan was startled and looked up.

It was Song Zhengyang, who was wearing a black coat with a wide hood, hiding his entire face in it.

There was still that gloomy and indifferent aura on his body.

Chen Xiaoruan was a lot more relieved, smiled at him, remembered his wound again, and hurriedly pulled his clothes to cover it, afraid that he would be angry.

"How?" Song Zhengyang stared at her knees, his face was so cold that he could drop ice slag.

"That's it...... I accidentally dropped the cup and was mixed by the chair leg again, and that's it. Chen Xiaoruan hung his head, not daring to look at him, his heartbeat was a little fast.

In the summer, she was wearing a pair of shorts, and her legs were thin and white, and now they were wounded by glass, and there were wounds everywhere, and there were shards of glass embedded in the wounds.

It doesn't look great.

Song Zhengyang squatted down and lifted his hat, revealing his gloomy and handsome face.

He didn't say anything else, took the gloves from his hand, pinched one of her legs with one hand, took out a knife from his bosom with the other, looked down at the wound, the knife fell exactly around, and the fragments were out in one fell swoop.

Chen Xiaoruan's body trembled violently in pain.

Song Zhengyang raised his head, glanced at her, put the knife back in his arms, and picked up the girl by the waist.