At this moment, rather than beating Song Jiamu, Fu Boyan was more concerned about the person in his arms. Teach him more opportunities in the future.

Song Jiamu was sent to the army by Old Man Song to serve as a soldier before, and he has seen what kind of role Fu Boyan is. He just didn't expect that Nan Cheng would get mixed up with Fu Boyan.

He licked the residual blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Nan Cheng, who was hugging Fu Boyan tightly, and pretended to chuckle and said, "My little cousin really can't stand the joke, my brother just made a joke with you." ”

Fu Boyan narrowed his eyes, and there was a ruthlessness in his eyes that had not appeared for a long time.

Nan Cheng wiped two handfuls of tears, withdrew from Fu Boyan's arms, looked at Song Jiamu indifferently, and his face was not as calm as Fang Cai, and said surprisingly calmly: "Then you are really my good brother." Brutes will be a little human if they stay with people for a long time, but in order to excel in the crowd, you can't even live as animals. You'd better think it's a joke today, or I can't guarantee that my dad won't abolish you. ”

Speaking of Nan Huaiyu, Song Jiamu was still a little scared. That's not only the big guy on the white road in S City, but even the people on the underworld have to respect him for three points. If Nan Huaiyu wants his life, I'm afraid no one can save him. Although Song Shanyue is his aunt, Nancheng is still someone's daughter.

Song Jiamu showed his harmless smile again, "I drank a little too much last night, cousin, don't be angry." ”

Nan Cheng didn't want to look at Song Jiamu's disgusting face, and when she turned around to press the elevator, she saw Fu Boyan one step ahead of her.

She went to see Fu Boyan, Fu Boyan smiled at her, then reached out to comb her somewhat messy hair, touched her head, and said softly: "Let's go!" ”

Entering the elevator, Nan Cheng asked with concern, "When you kicked that beast just now, you didn't get a wound, did you?" ”

Fu Boyan shook his head, "It's okay." ”

Actually, there is, and he doesn't want her to be burdened.

Nan Cheng lowered her eyes, looking a little depressed, she pursed her lips and said apologetically: "I have a lot of bad things a day, and I always have to trouble you." ”

Fu Boyan stretched out his hand again and rubbed Nan Cheng's head dotingly, and sighed lightly: "It's all over." Then he asked, "Does your wrist hurt?" ”

Nan Cheng didn't squirm, she nodded, "A little." ”

Fu Boyan said distressedly: "Bear with it first, and then I will go to the pharmacy to buy some medicine, and rubbing some medicine should not hurt much." ”

Nan Cheng didn't go back to the house she rented after work, and took a taxi back home. When she returned, she gave the housekeeper the address and asked him to bring someone to help her move all her things back.

Fu Boyan is not a person who is willing to give up, he feels that if he doesn't teach Song Jiamu a lesson, he will harass Nancheng in the future. He asked people to keep an eye on Song Jiamu.

Song Jiamu doesn't do anything serious all day long, either going to bars or wandering around with a group of fox friends and dogs. Due to the fact that he played all night last night and was a little injured, he has not been out during the day today.

In the evening, Song Jiamu was going to go to the night life again, he went to the garage and pressed his waist with one hand, and pressed the car key with the other, and scolded and said: "Damn, if Lao Tzu sees the dog's day, Lao Tzu guarantees to cut off his children and grandchildren." ”

As soon as he finished scolding, he saw someone kick him from behind and kicked him directly into the mud.

Before Song Jiamu could react, Fu Boyan stepped forward and squatted down, reached out and grabbed Song Jiamu's hair, pressed his face to the ground and rubbed it.

"That's all you can do."

As soon as Song Jiamu heard the voice, he knew who was pressing him, he struggled a few times, gasped a few times, the green tendons on his forehead had already burst out, he couldn't care about his embarrassment, gritted his teeth and said viciously: "What kind of hero is the sneak attack surnamed Fu." ”

Fu Boyan smiled, the smile covered the cruelty in his eyes, and he played with the taste: "What I want is for you to taste what it is like to be caught off guard." ”

Song Jiamu also smiled, "What, did she sleep with you?" Let you come to me in the middle of the night to settle accounts. The surname Fu, I also tasted it today, she is really good. ”

Fu Boyan sneered expressionlessly and said, "You really don't know whether to live or die." ”