Stephen laughed: "I see, you guys are making an awkward scene, aren't you?" With that, he smiled and turned to clean up his kitchen.

He Mengjie went up angrily, snatched the mop from Wen Xuan's hand, and dragged it to the ground fiercely.

At eleven o'clock, the two finally got out of the fast food restaurant. By this time, the heavy rain had long since stopped, and the air was humid and cool.

He Mengjie couldn't help but hug her shoulders, and Wen Xuan immediately leaned over like a puppy and hugged her from behind.

He Mengjie broke free and turned her head to glare at him: "What are you doing?" ”

"Aren't you cold? I'll keep you warm! Wen Xuan's hippie smile, his handsome appearance and this salivating expression have a gentle mood.

He Mengjie stared at his windbreaker and gritted her teeth: "If you want to warm me, take off your windbreaker for me to wear." ”

Wen Xuan immediately began to take it off, and without hesitation: "Okay!" ”

He Mengjie was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect him to take it off, and after taking off the windbreaker, there was a white shirt inside, outlining his well-proportioned figure. He shivered as soon as the cold wind blew, then gritted his teeth and smiled.

He Mengjie was a little overwhelmed, and just wanted to return the windbreaker to him, but saw that he had already pasted it over and hugged her again.

"Well, I'm a little cold too, so you can just warm me up." His eyes were like those of a poor puppy.

He hugged her from the front, reached into the pocket of his trench coat and pulled out something and shoved it into her hand.

Hard, hard, smooth, a rectangular thing.

He Mengjie looked down and saw that it was the latest version of an Apple mobile phone.

Wen Xuan's voice sounded in her ears, extremely gentle: "This is a gift from the Bull Demon King to the little fool, and I also re-issued a calling card for you, which contains my number." ”

He Mengjie held the brand-new mobile phone, with mixed feelings in her heart, stunned on the spot.

At this moment, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded in the silent street.

He Mengjie and Wen Xuan were disturbed by this whistle, turned their heads to look, and saw a few young people coming out of the darkness on the street corner. There were blacks and whites, all of them in their teens and twenties, all of them tall and strong.

Wen Xuan's face sank when he saw this posture, and he pulled He Mengjie behind him.

The young men were all holding an iron rod in their hands, whistling at He Mengjie while waving it. Then, the young man in the lead suddenly turned around and shouted to the back: "David, is that them?" ”

I saw David walk out from behind, staring at Wen Xuan fiercely, "It's this dog's mother." ”

Wen Xuan's face was gloomy, and he looked at David contemptuously and said coldly, "What? Can't beat me and learn to find a helper? ”

David gritted his teeth in hatred: "You yellow man, I have to clean you up today!" ”

Wen Xuan shouted: "You have the ability to let the horse come!" As he spoke, he took a few steps back, squeezing He Mengjie into a corner against the wall, blocking her in front of her.

Wen Xuan put on a fighting posture and said to He Mengjie in a deep voice in Chinese: "You call the police, and I will deal with them." As soon as he finished speaking, the young men rushed up with sticks.

Wen Xuan was afraid that their sticks would beckon He Mengjie's body, so he took a step forward, dodging left and right and swinging his fists to counterattack. He Mengjie's heart trembled, and she hurriedly took out her mobile phone and dialed 911.

At this time, the fight became more and more intense, and four or five people blocked in front of Wen Xuan, and the iron rods beckoned down to Wen Xuan in unison. Wen Xuan had to endure the pain and block it with his arm.