When it comes to military power, Jiang Su is a good man who grows up in a slum like this.

Song Yumo is not willing to be outdone. He is self-disciplined and fitness on weekdays, but his physical fitness is not weak. Although he is not as cruel as Jiang Su, he has never lost much.

Both of them put extremely strong force on their hands, which inevitably hurts... innocent.

After Fu Shifang was unable to defend himself, the frameless glasses on the bridge of his nose fell to the ground, instantly making his vision difficult to tell the difference between the east, south, west and north. Then another critical hit was brought to the left, which almost knocked him down the dining table.

"Ji, Ji Xiao..."

Fu Shi was still thinking about whether Ji Tang would be frightened, but he didn't even have the chance to say it all. He called him again on the right, and the corners of his mouth cracked and he couldn't say the last word for a long time. The picture in front of him was a blurry ghost. Without his glasses, he seemed to have no backbone.

I faintly seemed to hear Ji Tang shouting: "Be careful behind it."

As a result, Fu Shi was pushed to the ground heavily, raised his head helplessly, his throat couldn't make a sound, and where his vision touched was his glasses.

Just as he was about to reach for it, a black leather shoe stepped down ruthlessly and indifferently, making him feel cold, and the sound of the broken glasses sounded clearly in his ears.

...

Crazy, totally crazy!

Ji Tang called the hospital for help, and watched Fu Shi, who was beaten to the point of being beaten, be sent to the ambulance. He had no arms or legs, but he probably didn't recognize the elite face when his mother came.

She also wanted to stay for the aftermath, so she called Lu Ning from the company and asked her to rush to the hospital to do the comfort work first.

Then, Ji Tang returned to the restaurant wearing high heels. She was so angry that she didn't even wear a coat, and it was not necessarily cold. The restaurant had already cleared the guests, and there were two men sitting in the direction of the sofa.

Compared to Fu Shi's injuries, Song Yumo and Jiang Su were just like a joke. At most, the two of them had broken skin at the joints of their fingers.

She even suspected that this was the injury caused by hitting Fu Shi.

As soon as Ji Tang appeared, Song Yumo and Jiang Su were both drooping their eyelids, and at the same time they looked over.

It made her angry stop for a few seconds in an instant, and she didn't know which one to scold first.

Jiang Suxian's move was accused by her.

Song Yumo was beaten for a while, but after hitting Jiang Su, he went to hit Fu Shi first, which seemed even more excessive.

Ji Tang asked Jiang Su to apologize by himself in a cold voice, then walked over and pulled Song Yumo's wrist out.

She didn't look back, and ignored Song Yumo and handed a look at Jiang Su, as if the winner was provoking.

Jiang Su pressed down the curve of the corner of his mouth, and he casually continued to wrap his left hand with gauze, regretting that he was working together to hit Fu Shi, and didn't give Song Yumo a few more times.

...

Outside, after Ji Tang pulled Song Yumo into the car, he could no longer control his temper and scolded him: "You hit someone in public! Song Yumo, don't you want to be like this? If someone secretly photographed it, aren't you afraid of affecting the decency of your Song family?"

Song Yumo sat upright in the back seat without moving, his delicate face hidden in the semi-shadow, his thin lips slightly pursed with a little unusual stubbornness. Without the steady aura that exuded from the bones of the superior, he did something that he had never done when he was young.

For his own women, he competed with other men for his jealousy.

When Ji Tang got angry enough, Song Yumo raised his hand and hugged her whole body in his arms. His arms were tight and his strength could just control her completely, as if he would never be separated. He slowed down and said in a low and mute tone: "You gave that Jiang Su a good face, but he looked straight at me..."

Ji Tang stopped talking in an instant, subconsciously looked up, and his eyes saw the clear lines of the man's side face, and his expression was unclear.

He hugged her a little, tightening the muscles in his body, and he was already very restrained in his dissatisfaction.

No one spoke in the car for a long time.

Ji Tang thought that something was wrong. He shouldn't have extinguished his anger in just a few words. Why did he feel wronged?

Just as she was about to speak, Song Yumo's slender and bloody fingers were pressed up along her waist. When she was caught off guard, she pinned to the positions on both sides of the upper side. It was particularly soft and felt that it was covered by the palms of his hand.

The heat coming from his chest made Ji Tang's head blank and he couldn't say anything.

She didn't expect that Song Yumo would dare to do this in the car, and her eyes trembled and she looked down.

It was his slender and cold hands, his clear and powerful joints, and his skin was broken, and he was covered in her clothes with a trace of blood, and he accumulated a sense of steady power and pressure.

Song Yumo looked very serious, and he could not see any flaws when looking at his face.

However, in this dark back seat, he pressed Ji Tang unscrupulously, and his hands did not let go, but instead tried harder.

Until Ji Tang struggled but failed, he closed his eyes as if he had given up and struggled, leaned on the back of the chair, and his long hair was disguised to block half of his delicate little face, and he could not tell what his expression was.

When Song Yumo's palm was removed from her.

Ji Tang came over directly with a slap, and he didn't hide. He even laughed slowly: "I bite me, and I'm still beating me now, and I'll scold you. If I have a knife on my hand now, I'll be willing to hand it to you, huh?"

Seeing that he was still enjoying his expression, Ji Tang curled his fingers hanging on the seat.

After all, he couldn't help but lifted his high heels and kicked him: "Get out!"

One hour later.

Ji Tang received a call from Lu Ning, saying that Fu Shi was beaten up by two people and had a great life, and he was all skin trauma. He could jump out of the hospital after a week of raising him, but his face was so swollen that it was really unbearable.

Neither Song Yumo, who was still with her, nor Jiang Su showed up to visit the hospital, so he asked his assistant to go there.

When Ji Tang returned home, he turned away Song Yumo without hesitation, regardless of the cold winter months outside, and there was no heating.

She called Fu Shi, but no one answered.

What was expected, if anyone was beaten up for no reason, he could react to what was going on.

Ji Tang found that he was reluctant or in a state of anger, as if he had accepted the fact that he could not continue to contact Fu Shi in the morning.

Although Fu Shi was very suitable for her in all aspects, Ji Tang felt that he had less than a meal.

This person is so beautiful, but she doesn't like it after all.

Ji Tang's slender fingers wrapped his robe together, wrapped his body tightly, stood in front of the huge glass window, and quietly watched the night view tonight.

Half an hour later.

The closed door was opened, and the luxurious and spacious corridor looked particularly deserted. A slender and dark figure stood in front of the wall like a sculpture for a long time and had not moved. The coat was placed beside the leather shoes, wearing only a thin white shirt and suit pants.

Seeing the faint sound coming, he raised his head and looked at the woman in a pearly robe with a deep look...

Ji Tang was still angry and had no good expression. He looked at him coldly and turned around and walked towards the room.

Song Yumo picked up the coat on the ground and followed her, keeping a distance from her. Under the light, his shadow seemed to cover her whole body in his arms, and he couldn't bear to take a quick step until he stepped back into Ji Tang's house.

The fat carp in the pool is still leisurely, with half-drawn curtains, and the bustling scenery outside is full of sight.

Ji Tang put the medicine box on the coffee table and hugged his arms with both hands. This was a very defensive posture, and he looked at him quietly.

After a while, Song Yumo took action. He knelt on one knee on the floor. When he opened the medicine box, he spoke in a low voice: "Sorry."

Ji Tang was originally going upstairs, but when he heard this, he stopped and looked over.

It seemed like he was slowly thinking, was he sorry to ruin her date, or was he forcibly kissing her, or pinching her breasts?

Song Yumo was not in a hurry to apply medicine to his fingers and stared at her for a long time. In his eyes, Ji Tang was the most beautiful at this moment. After taking a shower, his long black hair was fluffy and naturally scattered, making his face look white, and his red lips were a little rouge red when he pursed.

Although the expression is not as gentle as before, it is much more vivid.

He did not regret forcing her to kiss her at all, nor did he regret the anger of her in the car.

I would say this because Song Yumo realized that he had made a mistake again and wanted to coax her and do it according to her wishes.

The result was not satisfactory and it also ruined her date.

Ji Tang has an advantage, that is, he has not remembered his grudges for a long time.

When she is so angry that she wants to kill someone, you just need to kneel down and beg for mercy immediately. The anger of the tenth level may instantly drop to the third level.

If Song Yumo wanted to admit his mistake, Ji Tang was fine and cleared his throat: "I don't know that Jiang Su will attack you, just be fine if you attack Jiang Su. It's really an indiscriminate attack."

"Because you smiled at him."

“…”

Ji Tang wanted to kick someone again, but he was so deadly.

Song Yumo simply treated the injuries on his hands, frowned slightly, and seemed to be uncomfortable, and endured it.

Seeing this, Ji Tang asked him: "Do you still have internal injuries?"

"The first time, I was hit by Jiang Su."

Song Yumo was not prepared at that time, so he naturally did not dodge successfully. His injuries were on his back and he could not see them.

Ji Tang was about to leave, but Song Yumo called out in time. On such a deep night, he knelt on one knee on the floor, took off the snow-white shirt on his body, revealing his strong and strong back. The light reflected every inch of muscle lines, which was extremely clear.

Song Yumo can maintain a good figure and be strict and self-disciplined in life. Only when he has the habit of fitness and exercise can he look young and strong, unlike the big belly president who frequently goes out to drink parties. Otherwise, Ji Tang would not have to take a look, even if he took off his clothes in front of him, he felt that he had taken advantage of it.

Song Yumo was wearing a pair of black suit pants at this moment, and her upper body was carefully depicted by her eyes.

There was a deep bruise on his back, which was injured by Jiang Su.

"Tangtang, please help me."

Song Yumo opened the medicine box, held it in a slender and cold hand, but handed it to her not far away.
Chapter completed!