It was also a drunk man who came towards him.

He was friends with the drunk man who had just been taught a lesson by Gu Qianqian.

The two of them had just negotiated a deal, and they made an appointment to drink at this place.

Drink a little too much.

His friend said to go out and let the wind sober up, so he let him go.

It hasn't been a long time since I came back.

He couldn't help but go out to look, but as soon as he walked into the lobby, he saw his good friend with a blue nose and swollen face lying on the ground, and his arm was still in an unnatural twisted state.

And there were two boys and two girls standing on the side.

Listening to them, it is clear that they beat his friends like this......

The alcohol-soaked brain itself is a little unconscious.

Seeing such a scene at this moment, I only felt that the blood in my body was surging up my head frantically, my eyes were red, and my brain was congested.

Furious enough to make him completely lose his mind, he pulled out the Swiss Army knife in his pocket, opened it and rushed towards the crowd.

Han Zhao and Gu Qianqian had their backs to him, and Tranquility was still held in Rong Chengqi's arms.

Several people did not notice him at all.

There was no one in the lobby, only the lobby manager, and because of fear, a few people standing in the room were far away, and they didn't have time to go over.

"!"

When Han Zhao turned sideways, the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the cold silver-white blade.

I couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

The drunk was so close to him that it was impossible to dodge it completely.

At least there will be abrasions......

Forget it, if you scratch, you can bruise.

Han Xiaoye, who had not been injured for several years, had a stinky face.

I deeply feel that I will be treated by Jiang Sixu when I go home.

Unexpectedly, between the lightning and flint, his body was suddenly pulled to the side by a strong force.

The girl who was originally beside him dragged him over at an incredible speed to dodge the knife that stabbed him.

Then raise your hand to block the drunkard's arm and kick the drunk on the wrist.

The drunk immediately threw the knife aside because of the pain.

Gu Qianqian took advantage of the situation and pressed him to the ground with a neat grappling.

The whole action is like flowing water, and the action is handsome and beautiful.

"I ...... Exercise! ”

Rong Chengqi looked at Gu Qianqian's eyes, and at this moment, there was only worship left.

What the is this......

O goddess!

Judging by this skill......

Fuck him, Brother Han shouldn't be the one who was pressed!

This strange thought inexplicably appeared in Rong Chengqi's mind, and then shook his head violently.

……

Outside, it was completely engulfed in night, and the street lights on the streets were like fire, and the street lamps along the road were connected into a long line.

Snowflakes fell from the sky.

Light as snow-white fluff.

Rong Chengqi stayed behind to deal with what happened in the lobby, while Han Zhao sent Gu Qianqian home first.

On the way home, Gu Qianqian was still a little uneasy.

Tsai carefully examined him and made sure he was not injured, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

But the soft little hand still kept pulling the boy's sleeve.

The expression is serious.

Very protective of calves.

A warm current flowed through Han Zhao's heart.

White flakes of snow fell on the girl's soft hair.

Gu Qianqian raised his hand and rubbed his hair.

The cold touch made her instantly retract her little hand and shrink it into her sleeve.

Call.

It's cold.

She couldn't help but shake her body, provoking the young man next to her to cast her gaze.

Looking at the little girl's round and still trembling appearance, she couldn't help but bend her lower lip.

"Cold?"

Gu Qianqian nodded aggrievedly.

Why is he not cold!

Before the little girl could puff out her cheeks in anger, the clean and clear breath on the young man's body suddenly enveloped her.

The whole person was encircled in a warm embrace.

The little girl blushed instantly, and pushed Han Zhao vigilantly, her voice stammered, and she was a little fierce.

"Y-What are you doing!"

The boy looked at her, his voice soft, like a coaxing smile.

"I'll hug you and you'll not be cold."