Shen Sihuan was fierce and shouted: "What kind of man are you! Actually hit a woman! Didn't you see the child crying! ”

Seeing that it was just a stunted little girl in front of him, the young man smiled evilly, took a few steps forward, and looked vicious, "What are you!" What does it matter to you that Lao Tzu fights cheap goods! ”

The young man was half a head taller than her, but she was not afraid and took half a step forward.

"If there is anything you can say, you can sue if you can't do it. It is illegal for you to beat someone in the street like this. I can call the police and arrest you right now! ”

The crowd of onlookers said a word to me, and they all came to her.

The woman behind her had a blue nose and swollen face, half-kneeling and holding the child, pretending to be calm and comforting softly.

"She's my woman, I beat her, can you handle it!"

"No, I don't know him! He kicked the can and kicked my child, I looked at him, and when I picked up the can and threw it into the trash, he suddenly came up and kicked me, and then he ......" and finally couldn't help leaning on the child's chest and sobbing aggrievedly.

"Humph! Whatever the reason, it is wrong to use violence against innocent people. Even if it's your wife, you don't have the right to hit her. Relying on the gap in strength, bullying the weak, bullying women, cut~"

She looked at him coldly, and said two words silently with mocking eyes: garbage!

The young man was furious, pushed Shen Sihuan, and scolded: "You~!" Get out of the way! Let it or not? Don't let Lao Tzu even beat you! ”

He raised his right hand high, Shen Xihuan closed his eyes, and his hands were in front of him.

"Ahh

The slap didn't come as expected, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Huh~ What about people?

A groaning cry of pain came from the fountain - the man had just been kicked in. At this moment, he had severe pain in his waist, and he had no strength to cry in the water and cry for his father and mother.

A man stood in front of Shen Sihuan like a divine soldier descending from heaven.

He was in his early twenties, tall, and looked about the same height as Wen Yan. But the sense of power hidden under his loose clothes and trousers is like a cheetah ready to attack, not knowing when it will suddenly go berserk and deliver a painful blow – or a kick – to the injustice and ugliness of the world.

He turned his head to look at Shen Sihuan, as if to confirm that she was okay.

So handsome!

It is a type of handsome that is rarely seen on the market.

His facial features are actually soft, but he has a very good look, sharp lines and resolute eyes, plus a wheat-like complexion, although he is still a flower-like age, he is definitely not a soft and sweet flower man.

What is it? Well...... It is a stubborn and savagely growing thorn flower in the desert.

He walked squarely to the fountain, and the young man, who had managed to sit up, shuddered.

"Why did you fall into it if you were so careless when you walked?"

“……”

The audience was silent.

The young man looked confused.

Haha~ It's too shameless. Obviously, it was he who kicked people into soft-footed shrimps with shadowless feet, this line seems to be passing by, and he asked kindly.

He reached out to the soft-footed shrimp.

The other party hesitated for two seconds, obviously cowardly, and did not dare to disobey, obediently grabbed his hand, and left the fountain pool with crawling, "Thank you...... Thank you. ”

How arrogant it was just now, how cowardly it is now.

The man still held his hand and didn't let go. The hair on the back of the young man's neck stood on end, his liver and gallbladder were cold, and he had a very bad premonition.

"Ahh A cry of pain that was even more terrible than when he flew into the fountain rushed out of the square.