After Song Xingran finished speaking, he walked towards the door.

Lu Qingchen saw her voice disappear from his field of vision, and his eyes became even colder.

The doctor who was treating his wound was so frightened that his hands trembled a little, and he took several deep breaths before calming down.

"Xiao Yang, go and watch."

Although he is well aware of the strength of dyeing, Han Zhiyun is not simple.

His dyeing can't hurt the slightest.

No one is qualified to touch her.

Xiao Yang bowed his head and quickly followed.

Lu Qingchen closed his eyes slightly, covering up the anger in his eyes.

Song Xingran was holding back a breath in his heart, and it happened that Han Zhiyun hit the muzzle of the gun at this moment, so he took this opportunity to vent it all.

As a man, Han Zhiyun is also powerful, but against Song Xingran, especially the angry Song Xingran, the whole person seems a lot weaker.

Song Xingran kicked him in the lower abdomen, Han Zhiyun was so painful that tears came out, and his fist hit Song Xingran without hesitation.

Xiao Yang stood aside, watching the fight between the two, but he was not worried at all.

It seems that it is not Miss Song who suffers.

Young Master Han is too, why is he always at odds with Miss Song?

Isn't this self-inflicted?

Mr. is very forgiving now, if it were the same as before, Young Master Han would definitely not have any good fruit to eat.

Song Xingran and Han Zhiyun fought for a while, and Han Zhiyun was defeated first.

He clutched his kicked abdomen, panted, waved his hand, and instantly confessed.

"No fight, no fight."

How could he beat her, this Song Xingran was taught by his brother.

Song Xingran clapped his hands, walked up to him, and said coldly, "Are you scared?" ”

"Where did the swearing go just now?"

In Song Xingran's view, Han Zhiyun is looking for cuts.

Lack of cleanup.

Han Zhiyun raised his head and glared at her: "Song Xingran, don't be too proud!" ”

As he spoke, he clenched his fists again, ready to slash towards Song Xingran.

It's just that as soon as he moved, the entire upper body hurt so much that he had to give up.

Song Xingran smiled provocatively: "Just like you, still fight with me?" Let's go home and practice for another two years. ”

Han Zhiyun looks like a rebellious child, it's good to teach a good lesson.

"Song Xingran, don't rely on my brother to like you, you will be lawless. You're glad to see my brother hurt for you, aren't you? ”

Han Zhizhi was really upset for Lu Qingchen, and his words pierced Song Xingran's heart.

The sting hurt her.

"Whatever you want."

Song Xingran coldly threw down a sentence, turned around and left.

"Don't leave if you have the ability! Empty heart, right? ”

Han Zhiyun shouted at Song Xingran's back, looking unforgiving, and he was particularly beaten.

Xiao Yang saw that Song Xingran seemed to be really angry, and said to Han Zhiyun with a hatred that iron could not be made of steel: "Han Shao, why are you like a lack of roots." ”

Mr. just likes Miss Song, Miss Song is his life.

Besides, the injury was originally intentional by the gentleman.

Just to make Miss Song feel distressed.

Han Zhiyun: "......"

I opened my mouth, I didn't know what to say, and I still felt a little aggrieved in my heart.

Why did even Xiao Yang scold him?

Song Xingran returned to the hall, and Lu Qingchen's injuries had been treated.

The doctor was packing up his things and instructed, "Mr. Lu, don't touch the water with the wound recently to prevent infection." ”

When Lu Qingchen heard this, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Song Xingran who was standing at the door.

"Dye, do you hear me?"

Song Xingran: What does "......" have to do with her?