"You ...... man"

An Xiaoxiao paused, the man's deep eyes were cold and solemn, and he hugged his arms, with a sense of indifference that rejected people thousands of miles away.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to tell you."

An Xiaoxiao turned around and left, and after a while, he came over with a medical kit, and Lu Qichen had already finished eating noodles.

"Let's go, Brother Qi Chen, help you deal with your wounds."

Lu Qichen lowered his head and pondered for a moment, keeping up with An Xiaoxiao's footsteps.

As far as Jiang Muye's eyes could see, the tall man lifted the medicine box in An Xiaoxiao's hand, and the two went to the lounge side by side.

Jiang Muye is a little hot! The light of his eyes swept around, Lin Zheng was nowhere to be found, twisted his fingers, and he got up to follow the steps of the two.

In the lounge, Lu Qichen leaned back on the sofa with a decadent expression, and looked at An Xiaoxiao who was looking down at the medicine box in front of him with his head down.

From a closer distance, her crystal clear cheeks are white and red, a pair of crystal eyes are bright, and her slender neck is wrapped in a yellow high neck, which adds multiple looks.

An Xiaoxiao took a cotton swab, dipped it in some alcohol, carefully raised it to Lu Qichen's face, and gently wiped it along the wound.

Her warm fingers occasionally brushed his cheeks, and her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, like a feather scratching Lu Qichen's heart, stirring his mind.

Involuntarily, he reached out to hold her hand, and with a little force he pulled her into his arms, his messy breathing squirting on Ann's face, causing her to struggle.

"Brother Qi Chen, let go of me!"

"Tiny ...... I love you......" Lu Qichen's eyes were hot, and his heart was full of deep love.

The alcohol and the smell of perfume on An Xiaoxiao's body had already made Lu Qichen lose his mind.

At this moment, he only knew that the woman he liked was in his arms, and that satisfaction and happiness had overwhelmed him.

As soon as his brain was hot, he lowered his head and wanted to kiss An Xiaoxiao's lips......

"Bang!"

The door of the lounge was kicked open, and in the next moment, An Xiaoxiao successfully broke free from Lu Qichen's shackles, but fell into the arms of another man.

Under the silver mask, the man's eyes seemed to have been washed from the cold polar region, and they were extremely cold.

An Xiaoxiao flinched, and saw the man fly up and kick Lu Qichen, who got up, back on the sofa.

Before An Xiaoxiao could react, she was carried out of the door of the lounge by the man's arm in an incredible posture, and in the field of vision, Lu Qichen was leaning on the sofa with a painful expression holding her abdomen.

"Brother Qi Chen......"

An Xiaoxiao's eyebrows struggled anxiously: "Let go of me, you bastard, you ......"

"Shut up!" The man's icy-soaked voice was low and cold, which silenced An Xiaoxiao instantly, and he was caught all the way out of the door of the bar.

Outside, as soon as the cold wind blew, An Xiaoxiao was shivering for a while, and before she could see the situation clearly, the man had already thrown her in the back seat of the motorcycle and put a hard hat on her with lightning speed......

"Not ......"

An Xiaoxiao was a little confused, and the man stepped on the motorcycle before she jumped out of the car: "Hold me tight!" ”

The man's voice carried an irresistible persistence and coldness, An Xiaoxiao subconsciously reached out to wrap his waist around, and then the motorcycle flew out like a flying start.

When An Xiaoxiao reacted, the motorcycle was already moving through the traffic dexterously and quickly.

Within half an hour, the car stopped at the cross-river bridge.

An Xiaoxiao got out of the car, her legs trembling a little, this way of driving with her life made her afraid.

"You...... Crazy? Ann's voice trembled, and the cold wind blew, and she hugged her arms tightly.

Jiang Muye was still wearing a mask, he looked at her with a slight gaze for a moment, and then took off his coat silently and handed it over.

An Xiaoxiao waved her hand away: "Don't worry about it!" ”

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