Chapter 94: Mo Langlan's Memories (2)

The eyes that met his eyes made Mo Wildly stunned for a while, they were a pair of eyes without impurities, clear and transparent, without any desire/thought and murder/qi in them, and it was impossible for them to assassinate him.

And the woman fell down with a "bang" because he pinched her neck like this, and he let go of the hand that was holding the woman's throat and asked coldly, "Who are you and why are you following me!"

The woman who was let go by him first stroked her chest and gasped for breath.

After a long while, the woman looked at him with frightened eyes, bent down to pick up the bag that had fallen to the ground, but did not dare, and her eyes were like a frightened deer, misty and watery, which made people pity.

He was so kind that he wanted to bend down to pick up something that had fallen on the ground for the woman, but as soon as he bent down, he hadn't picked up the bag yet, and the feeling that made him unhappy came again.

He turned around and swept towards the woman with a horizontal leg, and with a powerful kick, he kicked the thin woman a few meters away.

He didn't pay any attention to the woman's falling to the ground, turned and walked over to the woman he had kicked into the distance, tugging at her hair and clasping her head.

The woman's scalp cried out in pain because of his hard pull, and her eyes were full of tears, and her hands kept waving upward, trying to knock off his hand that was holding her long hair.

After he searched the woman's whole body, he didn't even let go of the underwear/clothes and underwear/pants, but he didn't find any offensive/striking weapons, and then opened the woman's hand, looked at her palm, smooth and delicate, and knew at a glance that it was a pampered person.

He snorted coldly, let go of the hand that was pulling her hair, and pushed her to the ground, and the woman let out another cry of pain, rubbing her scratched scalp, and her legs shrank back in fear.

He looked at the woman who was still on the ground and didn't dare to get up, and snorted coldly, "Say, who are you!"

"I, I, my name is Chen Zining, I just graduated from F University this year, I ...... I...... I went to see the exhibition late today, so I ...... Only...... Just go home now, think, think, think that right behind you, there will be no bad guys. ”

The woman who fell to the ground explained to him in fits and starts, her voice accompanied by suppressed sobs.

He listened to the woman's words, walked over and bent down to pick up the bag she had fallen to the ground, opened the button, grabbed an item with his hand, and when he saw it, it was indeed a picture album about painting, and in it, there were newly bought painting tools.

And he just looked at her hands, which also had calluses left by long-term painting.

Knowing that she wasn't the one who had come to harm him, he amusedly picked up the woman who had fallen to the ground, "How do you know I'm not a bad person!" he asked with a little sneer as he returned her bag.

"You...... You...... Your clothes don't look like that, and besides, bad guys don't have that. The woman replied, still fearfully hugging her bag.

"Then tell me, why don't I smell like a bad person!" he leaned against the fence by the river with his hands folded, and looked at the woman in front of him who was not pretty, but who looked comfortable.

"You...... You...... You give people the feeling that it is very ...... Very...... Very strong, is a ...... Can...... can protect people's feelings. The woman was a little overwhelmed by his gaze, and lowered her head a little at a loss, and replied hesitantly.