"Eh, Brother Ning, how do you know that something happened to him in Anyang?" Yang Haoyu cast a curious gaze.

Li Chuanning rolled his eyes, eased up a little, and snorted twice: "You think everyone is you, I call it information or something." ”

"Timely flow of information?"

"Do you want you to say? Won't I say? Li Chuanning was annoyed and angry, raised his leg and kicked at him.

Yang Haoyu didn't dodge, anyway, Li Chuanning didn't kick hard, so he said twice.

And Anyang, on the other hand, ran out after the man.

The man should be very familiar with this side of the road, and he rushed into the alley, the kind of old street alley, deep and long, and criss-crossed, basically as soon as the person ran in, there was no shadow.

An Yang's steps slowed down, listening carefully to the surrounding movements, the stick in his hand was clenched tightly, and a pair of black eyes were tumbling with monstrous cold frost, almost as if he was about to overflow in the next second.

There were no footsteps around, the wind blowing off the leaves from the trees, people shouting in the house, and the clashing of pots and pans.

He could only resist cautiously.

Suddenly—

"Bang-" A fist-sized stone struck An Yang's back, and he flashed to the side, just dodging it, but his arm was in the narrow alley, and his arm was scraped by the bluestone brick.

But he didn't care about it in the slightest, and rushed in the direction where the stone was coming, moving quickly.

I vaguely saw the black figure quickly disappearing around a corner.

"Anyang? What are you doing with this? Liu Yuxuan, who was wearing white long sleeves, walked out and looked at An Yang, a little surprised, especially when he saw the stick in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"What's the matter with you?" An Yang replied coldly, the stick was dragging on the ground, making a sound, the young man was straight, his face was condensed, and he walked with a sense of coldness.

"Does Bai Nuan know that you are like this?" Liu Yuxuan's hand hanging by his side tightened slightly, looked at him, and did not give way.

Anyang is not suitable for Bai Nuan at all, obviously ...... He is such a person.

An Yang, who was about to pass by, stopped, glanced at him, put the tip of his tongue against his cheeks, and said with a gloomy coldness in his voice: "If you dare to talk more, you can try Li Aijia's fate." ”

Without Bai Nuan's presence, he didn't restrain at all, and the whole person was like a sword with a cold light out of the scabbard, which was extremely lethal.

Liu Yuxuan's pupils widened suddenly, and he looked at him a little incredulous: "Li Aijia was beaten by you?" ”

He also knew about Li Aijia, and he saw Li Aijia once at that time, when he was in a wheelchair and went home crying.

I didn't expect ...... He did it.

"You don't deserve to be warm." His voice was firm, as if he was giving himself a reason.

Yes, Anyang is not worthy of white warmth, so ...... He'll have a chance.

"Ho ho ......" The deep voice squeezed out of the young man's throat, and the stick that was dragging on the ground was picked up by him, and the tip of the stick went up little by little, against Liu Yuxuan's chest.

"But Nuan Nuan likes me, I can sleep in her house, I can use her shower gel, what about you?" The coldness in Anyang's eyes is not hidden at all, he hates others saying that he is not worthy of his warmth.

Nuan Nuan is his, and he will not give it to anyone, whether he is worthy of it or not.