Feng Qiao's little hand gently pulled Feng Li's sleeve, his little face was full of dissatisfaction, his small mouth was slightly open, and he didn't make a sound.

Feng Li looked at the shape of her mouth and raised her eyebrows.

What he said was: Brother Fengli, should we help this sister?

Feng Li nodded to Feng Qiao, touched her head, and clenched her hand behind her back.

Feng Qiao smiled sweetly, took the juice in his hand that had not been drunk, and silently observed his side.

The man carefully took the girl's purse in his hand, and smiled proudly on the corner of his mouth.

He just wanted to step back and leave as if nothing happened, and he didn't want to suddenly:

A bottle of juice fell on top of him, splashing him all over with orange juice.

The delicate little girl hurriedly covered her mouth, her voice soft and cute, with a little apology.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, uncle, I really didn't mean to."

Feng Qiao lowered his head slightly, and his little face hidden in the darkness had a sly expression.

The man's body stiffened, looked at the clothes wet with juice with an ugly expression, and said angrily:

"Little girl, didn't your parents teach you basic manners? My clothes are soiled by you, pay for it!"

Feng Qiao raised his head, as if he was frightened by the man, his two big eyes were full of tears, as if he would cry in the next second.

"I don't have any money... I can't compensate you..."

The man sneered and said in a sharp voice:

"No money? Then you still have the guts to spill juice on me?!"

The man's face was distorted, and with a wave of his hand, he was about to hit Feng Qiao.

Feng Qiao closed his eyes all of a sudden, and his body trembled slightly.

The people around him kept talking, and although the man did something wrong, no one stepped forward to stop him.

The expected pain did not come, Feng Qiao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The slender back in front of him was straight, dressed in black casual clothes, his bare neck was fair and handsome, and he held the man's wrist tightly with one hand.

Feng Li's expression was cold, and his starry eyes were cold.

"You dare to hit my sister? No one teaches? Oh, my sister, when do you need to talk more?"

The man's face contorted with pain as the wrist was held, and he shouted:

"Stinky boy, let go! Lao Tzu's wrist is about to be broken by you!"

The passengers next to him were full of discussions, and they were all amazed by the young man's gaze.

"Look, that handsome guy did something for his sister! So handsome!"

"Yes! Hurry up and take a picture! It's also good to keep it for your eyes!"

Feng Li held the man's hand tighter, and the coldness between his eyebrows was even worse.

"Do you really want to be twisted? Huh?"

Seeing that the strength in the young man's hand was getting stronger and stronger, the man gritted his teeth and finally gave in.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I apologize, can't you do it?"

The man apologized perfunctorily and tried to pull his hand out, but he couldn't move.

"Be nice."

The cold voice of the wind and the cold voice made the man tremble and tremble.

"Ahhh Oh, my God! It's so cold, so handsome!"

The girls in the bus got excited, took out their mobile phones, and began to take pictures.

The man looked at the disdainful gazes of the people around him in embarrassment, lowered his head, and reluctantly said in the direction of Feng Qiao:

"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have to ask you to pay for it!"

Feng Qiao wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and his little hand pulled Feng Li's sleeves, his little appearance was extremely cute and cute.

At this time, the girl who had just taken out her mobile phone rummaged through her bag, but did not find her wallet.

The girl scanned the surroundings and found that the man's purse contained her own wallet!

"You thief! Stealing my wallet!"