Before Song Jianyi could figure out what was going on, she heard him whisper slowly in her ear: "Even if I die, I won't forget to pull Teacher Song on your back." ”

The dozen or so people who rushed over on the opposite side were holding long knives and wooden sticks in their hands, but Zhou Qi stood like that except for the change in his face at the beginning, he didn't even escape. There was even a leisurely touch out of a cigarette.

He hesitated for a moment the rushing footsteps, but in an instant, the men who had been instructed rushed over. The sound of footsteps in the narrow alley was chaotic, and the blades of the blades glistened coldly in the dim light.

Where has Song Jianyi seen such a scene, his heart is in his throat. Just as those people were about to rush in front of them, a young man appeared out of nowhere, and a few flying legs kicked back the first person who rushed forward.

Only then did Zhou Qi slowly extinguish the cigarette that had just been lit in his hand and joined the battle.

Humming and wailing, the smell of blood spread through his nose. Song Jianyi picked up a wooden stick in his hand that he didn't know who threw it, but he didn't dare to step forward. The upper and lower teeth shook uncontrollably, and he just stood like that.

The scuffle ended quickly, and the dozen or so people were on the ground by the time the sirens of patrol cars sounded on the streets. Song Jianyi was thrown in the car in a daze. The car drove away quickly.

There was a rapid panting sound in the car, and there was still a smell of blood in the nose, I don't know if Zhou Qi was injured or the person who was driving was injured.

No one spoke along the way, and Song Jianyi wanted to get out of the car several times, but when he saw that Zhou Qi closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking, he didn't dare to say anything.

The car drove to the back door of the last meeting club, and someone was already waiting. As soon as Zhou Qi got out of the car, he was taken to bandage the wounds on his body.

Song Jianyi, who lowered the existence, originally wanted to take this opportunity to leave, but who knew that just as she was about to leave, a man like a bodyguard stopped in front of her, and said softly or hardly: "Miss Song, please." ”

Song Jianyi was taken to a small and dimly lit room like a prisoner, and as soon as she entered the room, the door was locked from the outside. Letting her slap won't help.

She didn't know what Zhou Qi wanted to do, and she was panicked. She wanted to take out her mobile phone and call for help, but the phone ran out of battery at this time.

Song Jianyi stayed in the small room in a panic for half an hour, before there was a sound of footsteps at the door, she had a premonition that she was brought over not out of kindness, and immediately stood up when she heard the sound of the door opening.

The person who came in was Zhou Qi, his arm had been bandaged, and there was a faint smell of disinfectant water. He sat down on the only chair in the room, lit a cigarette and exhaled the smoke, then looked at Song Jianyi, raised his chin, and said with a smile: "Teacher Song, shouldn't you explain where those people came from?" ”

"You suspect I called those people?" She felt a little ridiculous.

"I made an appointment with Teacher Song to eat over there, and no one else knew." He slowly walked in front of Song Jianyi, stretched out two fingers and pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him, "Teacher Song dares to call the police to arrest me, don't you dare to call someone to kill me?" ”

His hands were vigorous, and his handsome face was gloomy and compassionate. Song Jianyi's face turned pale, and he refused to cry out in pain, saying, "It's not me, I don't know those people." ”

It's a pity that her words are useless, Zhou Qi quickly threw her away, and sighed lowly, "I hope Teacher Song can keep his mouth hard." ”

Before Song Jianyi understood what he meant, he went out.