She stretched out to the table on the side indiscriminately, grabbed something casually, and smashed it heavily on Yang Xingxing's head.

As a muffled snort sounded in his ears, Song Qingchun obviously felt that Yang Xingxing was restraining himself much less.

The instinct to survive made her reaction extremely sensitive, and she barely thought too much, her hand was raised violently, pushing Yang Xingxing away from her body.

Yang Xingxing only cared about the pain in his head, and did not guard against Song Qingchun, who was pushed by Song Qingchun, and rolled straight off the sofa, his back slammed on the marble tabletop, and he gasped in pain, and cursed a dirty word in his mouth.

Song Qingchun didn't dare to hesitate too much at all, and the moment Yang Xingxing left him, he instinctively climbed down from the sofa.

She grabbed her bag from the side, turned around without thinking, and ran towards the door.

She fled too hastily, didn't pay attention to the road under her feet, stepped on Yang Xingxing's leg with her high heels, and with the screams from the man, Song Qingchun's footsteps also staggered, but fortunately, she held the table in time and did not fall to the ground.

She didn't even bother to look at the pain in her ankle, she jumped over Yang Xingxing's leg and stumbled to the door, but she hadn't taken two steps before Yang Xingxing stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and pulled it back hard, and Song Qingchun fell to the ground.

The flesh touched the hard ground, the painful Song Qingchun's head was dizzy for a while, she felt Yang Xingxing sit up, she was afraid that he would restrain her again, so she simply didn't even want the bag, let go of the bag belt, endured the pain in her body, and staggered up on the ground.

As soon as Song Qingchun stood firmly, her ankle was grabbed all of a sudden, she screamed, and the whole person fell to the ground again.

Then, her whole person was grabbed by Yang Xingxing's ankle and dragged backwards.

When Yang Xingxing saw Song Qingchun's photo, he was already a little nervous about her, so he readily agreed to Tang Nuan's request.

It wasn't until he met the real person tonight that he found that she was far more charming and tempting than the one in the photo, so after he entered the box, he didn't rush at her, but patiently accompanied her for a pretending interview for a while.

He has indeed played with a lot of women, although he has also used some unsavory methods, but most women, he relies on his background and appearance to lure him, as he drinks more and more, the impulse in his body becomes more and more uncontrollable, so he sticks to her, wanting to rely on his real skills to test whether she will obey him.

Who would have thought that this soft-looking girl would be so stubborn in her bones, and even did something to him......

Yang Xingxing wiped the water droplets that rolled down from his forehead, and when he saw that it was blood, his eyes suddenly became fierce, and Song Qingchun, who was dragged in front of him by himself, turned over directly, completely losing the initial pity and good voice, and directly tore her clothes, lowered her head and gnawed her skin.

With the sound of cracking brocade, Song Qingchun felt a cold neckline, she raised her hand in horror to protect her chest, almost as if it was a conditioned reflex, raised her hand, and slapped it on Yang Xingxing's face.