Looking at Zhang Yifan's reddened big hands, Song Qianqian couldn't help puffing out his cheeks.

"Don't make a fuss! It's a public locker room! What do the two men look like blowing around! ”

Zhang Yifan stared at him suspiciously, "What?" Brothers can't blow little hands between each other? Brother Qian, you are too cautious! ”

"It's not that I'm cautious! Rather, people in this world are terrible now! ”

Zhang Yifan didn't care, and moved his hand in front of Song Qianqian's face, "I'm thick-skinned, I'm not afraid of gossip!" Brother Qian, you can blow it casually! ”

Song Qianqian couldn't avoid it, and he had no choice but to blow into his hand.

"Hey, hey, hey! Brother Qian's blow, I feel comfortable! ”

Zhang Yifan raised his eyebrows, and his little tail was about to rise to the sky.

"......" Song Qianqian was speechless with a black line on her face, she is an eighteen-year-old adult, can you not be so naïve.

However......

This scene!

It is just ......

Xiao Zhanting, who has been looking for Song Qianqian for a long time, saw it!

This time, Xiao Zhanting, who was already in a bad mood.

Even if your face is black, you can drip ink!

It exudes a cold smell all over the body!

Xiao Zhanting grabbed Song Qianqian's little hand, pulled them away forcefully, and stood between the two like a tree stump.

"What are you doing!" The voice was eager and irritable.

Song Qianqian looked up in confusion and saw the anger in Xiao Zhanting's eyes, his thin lips pursed, like a poor husband who caught his wife cheating.

"Mr. Xiao, you seem to be a little wide!" Song Qianqian was a little angry, and pulled his hand hard, but he was tighter than me!

"You ......" Xiao Zhanting's heart was blocked, and he couldn't say a word when he met her clear eyes!

"Xiao Er, you let go of my brother Qian!"

While speaking, Zhang Yifan hurriedly stood up, and according to Xiao Zhanting's arm, it was a sharp hand knife.

However, Zhang Yifan's hands were numb, but Xiao Zhanting didn't seem to feel pain, and he didn't mean to let go of Song Qianqian at all.

"Xiao Er! You are also from a famous family, can you save some face for yourself? My brother Qian's brother dislikes you so much, why are you still playing with stalking! ”

Trace?

Song Qianqian's eyes flashed with horror, "Mr. Xiao, what do you want to do!" ”

"Zhang Yifan! You shut up! Xiao Zhanting glared at Zhang Yifan irritably, his eyes were as sharp as knives, as if he dared to say one more word, and he would beat him flat.

"......" Zhang Yifan shuddered involuntarily, his lips squirmed, he didn't dare to speak, he couldn't do it in his heart, but he still straightened his waist and stood beside Song Qianqian, silently cheering her on.

Song Qianqian felt Zhang Yifan's fear, worried that the two of them were really right up, and Zhang Yifan had no good fruit to eat.

"Zhang Yifan, you help me go to the door and guard it! I have something to say to Mr. Xiao! ”

"Brother Qian......" Zhang Yifan's eyes were full of worry, but he still walked to the door obediently.

As soon as Zhang Yifan left, Xiao Zhanting let go of Song Qianqian's wrist, she was about to retreat, but she was hugged by him!

"Xiao Zhanting, are you crazy!" Song Qianqian's whole body tensed in fear, and she pressed against his strong chest.

Xiao Zhanting stared at her, his eyes were hot, and his tone was low: "Song Qianqian, you said that you are not interested in men, why do you still help him blow his hands!" ”

Song Qianqian was stunned for a few seconds, glared at him angrily, and struggled hard, "My good brother injured his hand in a fight for me, what's wrong with me blowing!" ”