Su Zhizhong, a popular fried chicken, has no works that he can get his hands on, and with only a delicate and flawless perfect handsome face, he has captured the hearts of thousands of girls and aunts, and is called Xiao Susu by fans.

"Xiao Susu, Su Zhizhong, one of Lu Xuan'er's admirers."

The original owner remembered the scene of the car accident so deeply that Jin Ran remembered it in his heart.

The original owner drove into Lu Xuan'er, but was crippled by Lu Xuan'er's admirers, and in that sinful car, there were four Lu Xuan'er's admirers, one of which was Su Zhizhong, who made countless girls scream wildly.

"I haven't started yet, Su Zhizhong bumped into me, God is sending me experience? Isn't this old-eyed and yellow-eyed god Lu Xuan'er her own father? ”

Jin Ran took a step and walked towards the noisy crowd.

In the crowd, Su Zhizhong, dressed in a blue suit and fashionable, wore new aviator-frame sunglasses, covering his starry eyes, and his sexy lips were even more attractive.

"He Zhenghao, pack your things and come with me." Su Zhizhong shook his head angrily, turned around and walked a few steps, but the young man behind him did not follow.

The boy sat on a stone chair under a big tree, holding a flower board in his arms, and immersed himself in painting.

Light and shadow fell on the young man's slender hands, which seemed to have magical power, and the light and shadow were stacked between movement and stillness, and the objects under the pen were lifelike, he pursed his lips, and the painting entered the most critical juncture.

Su Zhizhong frowned slightly, turned back to He Zhenghao, and reached out to press down the flower board, "He Zhenghao, I know you heard what I said, get up, follow me." ”

He Zhenghao raised his head, his deep eyes revealing a sharp light, "Su Zhizhong, let go of your hand, you are hindering me from painting." ”

Without waiting for Su Zhizhong to say something, Su Zhizhong's fans cursed He Zhenghao one after another.

"Our little Su Su is kind and persuasive, who do you think you are?"

"A street painter really thinks he is a great painter of the century!"

"I think he is waiting for the price to sell, and wants to ask Xiao Susu to give him more money."

He Zhenghao disagreed, moved his neck, and glanced indifferently, his eyes were like a god of death holding a huge scythe, exuding endless chill and terror, and the fans around him were frightened.

Su Zhizhong couldn't get used to He Zhenghao's domineering attitude, and took a step with straight long legs, "He Zhenghao, this is the last time I tell you, and it is also your last chance, get up and follow me." ”

"Listen to this, is it that if our little painter doesn't go with you, you are ready to use a strong one?" Jin Ran walked through the crowd, his tone teasing, with a little coldness.

Su Zhizhong looked at it when he heard the voice, and his pupils shrank sharply, "Song Jinran, you are not dead." ”

Jin Ran ran straight away from the little fans who were glaring at her, "Don't get in the way, sister, I'm not a good-tempered person." ”

"You, I don't allow you to bully my little Susu."

"Xiao Susu is so beautiful, so hardworking, so diligent, you are not qualified to slander Xiao Susu."

Jin Ran smiled at the little fans, "Your little Su Su is not so beautiful, last time he joined other men, he almost drove me to death, and it was because of a woman." ”

Jin Ran clicked, came to Su Zhizhong's side, stepped on ten-centimeter-high heels, and crushed Su Zhizhong with momentum, "Aren't you disappointed to see that I'm not dead?" Do you want to drive into me again? ”

Su Zhizhong had the urge and idea of crushing Jin Ran to death, in broad daylight, in full sight, Su Zhizhong had to hide the darkness in his heart, and said angrily, "What are you doing?" ”

Jin Ran opened his mouth and said, "When the road is uneven, draw a knife to help." ”