Su Zhinian's whole body trembled suddenly, and then he opened the door of the emergency passage and rushed out.

Next to the emergency passage, there is only one box, and there is a young man on the side of the door, holding a coat, leaning against the wall and playing with his mobile phone.

Su Zhinian walked over without any hesitation or thinking, and the young man noticed his approach, subconsciously stood up straight, raised his hand, and stopped him: "I'm sorry, sir......"

Before the young man's words were finished, Su Zhinian raised his foot and kicked the door of the box open vigorously.

The headlights in the box were not turned on, but the colorful rotating lights were turned on, and with the help of the lights in the corridor, Su Zhinian saw the picture of Song Qingchun being pressed under a man at a glance.

The man seemed to notice the movement at the door, raised his head slightly from Song Qingchun's body, and shouted a little irritably: "Xiaoyi, how did you show Lao Tzu the door?" ”

"I'm sorry, Brother Yang." The young man who was called Xiaoyi first hurriedly apologized to the people in the box, and then turned his head to look at Su Zhinian: "Sir, you can't ...... like this" As he spoke, he quickly rushed forward, wanting to close the door of the box again.

It's just that before his hand touched the doorknob, the whole person was kicked by Su Zhinian and flew into the box.

With a "bang" sound, Yang Xingxing, who originally lowered his head to kiss Song Qingchun's skin again, paused, and he was interrupted twice in a row, and his tone was even more rude: "Xiaoyi, do you still want to follow Lao Tzu......

Before he finished speaking, the scolding in his mouth turned into a scream, and then the whole person flew straight out of Song Qingchun's body and hit the wall behind him heavily.

As the impact of several ping-pong sounds settled, Yang Xingxing raised his hand, touched his unconscious chin that was kicked, and reluctantly squeezed out a sentence: "Damn, who is it, who is TM kicking Lao Tzu......"

As he spoke, he looked ahead.

He had just seen a black figure, and before he could see his appearance clearly, the figure had already rushed in front of him with a fierce aura, raised his foot, and kicked him in the head again.

This time, before Yang Xingxing's screams were finished, the whole person was kicked and fell to the ground, and due to inertia, he slid out of the door of the box along the smooth floor and half of his body.

Yang Xingxing was lying on the ground in an ugly posture, let alone getting up from the ground, and he couldn't even say a word of scolding in his mouth.

He reluctantly raised his head, saw the person who had just kicked him away, glanced at him coldly, turned around, and walked towards Song Qingchun, who was shrunk into a ball on the ground.

When he got closer, Su Zhinian saw clearly how embarrassed Song Qingchun was at this time, his clothes were torn and he couldn't cover his body at all, and his arms and chest were tingling with blue and purple.

Su Zhinian pursed his lips, and clearly felt that the anger in his body was burning more vigorously.

He raised his hand, pulled his tie, and then took off his blazer, bent over, and draped it over Song Qingchun's body.

The girl noticed his movements, as if she was frightened, and whispered "Don't touch me", and then, clutching his blazer, she ducked back.