Chapter 53: The cannon fodder girlfriend dressed as an actor (8) The second watch
He stood in front of her, like a god descending from the sky, and she was only in a trance for a moment.
reacted quickly, and while holding him in his arms, he used his arm to block the fatal blow of the steel pipe to the human.
Jian Yan's eyes widened as he looked at the arm she was holding the steel pipe for him, and soon his eyes turned scarlet.
"Floating Moon ......," his voice was hoarse and sad.
And the man who smashed the floating moon with a steel pipe was also confused by the arm in front of him that was so slender that no one had the slightest fat.
Because, when the steel pipe in his hand smashed on her arm, it bent directly!
"Bang-"
The steel pipe fell to the ground with a screeching sound.
Fuyue patted the male protagonist's hairy head, silently comforted, and turned her eyes to the man who was sitting on the ground, looking at the man with shocked and unbelievable eyes.
She pulled her lips and laughed: "Think I'm a bully? ”
Her voice was so low that she couldn't hear the emotion in her words.
The man stepped back, looking at the demonic floating moon in horror, a look of fear written in his eyes.
"Nope! You're a demon! He spoke in amazement.
Fuyue shrugged off his performance and bent slightly to pick up the steel pipe on the ground.
Jian Yan looked at Fuyue, who was in a wrong mood, and subconsciously reached out and grabbed her arm.
"Fuyue ......" His voice was soft this time, and he had obviously recovered from the chaos just now.
Naturally, he didn't seem to be afraid of such a floating moon, but he was a little unfamiliar.
After Fuyue directly straightened the steel pipe, he took Jian Yan's hand, and was so 'affectionate' that it was like giving him a ring.
"He almost hurt you just now." She said softly.
It's okay, it's good that she protects the male protagonist, otherwise the world would have collapsed.
"Floating Moon." Jian Yan looked at the steel pipe in his hand, and his eyebrows furrowed: "I have already called the police." ”
He spoke softly and stepped forward to try to take the emotionless Fuyue into his arms.
It's just that Fuyue took a step back.
He also took the steel pipe in his hand again.
"Bang-"
A steel pipe half the length of an adult's arm was inserted deep into the concrete.
She lifted her foot, and without sparing any strength, she raised and kicked the shadow somewhere underneath.
A terrible scream rang out.
In Short: ......
Inexplicably, his body was cold.
The male reporter behind him, who was still in his heart, was in despair in an instant.
It's over, it's all over.
Soon the two were taken away.
Fuyue went to the police station with Jian Yan to take notes, and it was already late at night when she returned.
Naturally, what the two didn't know was that someone took photos of them entering and leaving the police station and uploaded them directly to the Internet, and soon this matter was hotly searched by netizens.
It's just that at this time, Fuyue Zhenggang and Jian Yan returned home.
Fuyue took a sip of water, looked at the man in a black tracksuit, pulled his cuffs to his forearm, and went to the kitchen to get her food.
She blinked her eyes twice, and then she thought of the question of why the male protagonist didn't go abroad.
Pursing her lower lip, Fuyue put down the glass and got up and headed towards the kitchen.
She leaned against the kitchen door, looking at him hesitantly with half of her face exposed.
"Aren't you afraid of me?" She asked cautiously.
Her violent behavior just now should have all fallen into his eyes, and he even prepared food for her with peace of mind.
If it were a normal person, I would have run away a long time ago.
Jian Yan's hand paused slightly, he turned his eyes and looked at her in confusion and smiled lightly, "Fuyue is very good, why are you afraid?" ”
"Really?" She asked by biting her lip and raising an eyebrow.
"Hmm." Jian Yan nodded, "Boiled egg noodles for you, huh?" ”
"Okay." Fuyue is also not a picky eater, although these things are not as good as his blood.