Chapter Seventy-Three: Don't Come Here
At this time, Wu Junye still didn't understand the reason, so he contacted a few hooligan ruffians who had been favored by the Wu family at that time, and secretly stared at the gate of Hai University.
Wu Junye forgot that if he didn't agree to do the things that hurt Ji Zhichu, there would be no follow-up.
But when the Wu family is finished, he can't bring down the Ye family, and there is no way to get close to the people of the Ye family, so he can only sprinkle his anger on Ji Zhichu.
And in that phone call, he has been saying openly and secretly that it was because of Ji Zhichu that the Ye family would destroy the Wu family.
Wu Junye didn't dare to trouble the Ye family, so he could only secretly hate Ji Zhichu, this shameless woman.
The last time the man broke his hand, he had been cultivating for a long time, and he even put Wu into it, he must let her be tortured to death.
Ji Zhichu saw the distorted expression on Wu Junye's face, and she immediately shook her head in denial, "You must have made a mistake somewhere, I don't have a fiancé, I'm already married, I don't believe you to check." ”
It's just that Wu Junye listened to it at this time, in addition to wanting to vent his negative emotions on Ji Zhichu these days.
Another reason is that when I met Ji Zhichu's hand at the dinner that day, the delicate and soft touch was simply addictive.
He has played with countless women since he became an adult, but none of them can make him so addicted, the delicate and agile little face and white skin like jade, have been tickling his heart.
As Wu Junye slowly approached, Ji Zhichu realized that he was carrying a black bag in his hand.
Stopping at a distance of two steps between the two, Wu Junye showed an obscene expression to Ji Zhichu, and slowly opened the bag under her gaze.
Whips, ropes, clips, collars......
As he took out the contents one by one, Ji Zhichu's expression slowly became frightened.
"Wu Junye, let me go quickly, otherwise the Ji family will not let you go."
Wu Junye's expression at this time was dark and excited, and he picked up the leather whip and smiled obscenely, "Xiao Mei'er, you don't scare me, I heard that your fiancé can't lift it, today Young Master Ben will let you experience what the ultimate happiness is." ”
He had already heard what he said, what kind of status Ji Zhichu had in the Ji family.
Wu Junye approached Ji Zhichu without fear, his favorite thing was to use a leather whip to whip a woman's clothes, and red whip wounds appeared in the tattered clothes, which was particularly sexy in his eyes.
Ji Zhichu felt that something was wrong when he approached, and kept struggling to retreat, while exclaiming, "Don't come here......"
Wu Junye admired her fear with satisfaction, raised his whip and whipped it down fiercely at the beauty on the ground.
Bang!
Suddenly, there was a loud bang at the door, and Wu Junye's whip deviated from its original direction and whipped to the ground beside Ji Zhichu.
The expected pain did not come, and Ji Zhichu opened his eyes.
It was the familiar and handsome man who broke in, followed by Luo Bei, his face was full of murderous aura, and there was a violent and bloodthirsty cold aura in the depths of his eyes.
Wu Junye, who was frightened, began to tremble disobediently, "You...... You—don't come here......"
"Bai Moyao......" Ji Zhichu was frightened by Wu Junye just now, and when he saw him at this time, it was as if he had found the backbone of the heart, and he unconsciously called out his name.
Hearing her voice, Bai Moyao restrained the emotions and powerful murderous aura in his eyes, walked over and gently hugged her sideways.