He was furious like a wolf running through the jungle, ruthlessly tearing apart his opponents and punching them out with heavy fists, wanting to kill everyone, even if his hands were already dripping with blood.
Within a moment, everyone was beaten to the ground. He dragged his heavy body against the car and touched his embarrassed eyes, but he still couldn't hide the strong kingly aura. Even if he was scarred, as long as he stood in the crowd
, that is the unparalleled
He stepped on the head of one of them and said coldly: "Tell me, who sent you here?"
"Ling...Ling Mingchong"
Sure enough it was him!
For the sake of being the head of the family, he is really crazy!
"Get out!" he said violently, and the few people picked up their unconscious companions as if they had been granted amnesty, and fled away as if they were fleeing.
"Meng Yuyi, is that you?" Meng Xinran jumped out of the car, her eyelids jumped as she looked at the familiar figure from behind, and she shouted
The wind blew away her voice
The last person paused, then got into the van without hesitation and drove away.
The cool breeze blew through her messy hair, covering the flash of sadness in her eyes. I hope she saw it wrong.
Ling Ye took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket, wrapped it around his injured hand, picked up Meng Xinran's collar and threw it into the car, closed the door, got into the driver's seat, and started the engine.
His hands were turning the steering wheel in an orderly manner, and blood seeped out of the handkerchief, staining large areas of red, which was so painful that it stung people.
"Ling Ye...Ling Ye, what should I do? Your hand is bleeding a lot. If you don't treat it, it will become useless. I won't go to the makeup competition. Let's go to the hospital and let the doctor treat your hand." Meng Xinran's face was full of tears.
, Teeth chattering: "No, no, no, your hand is so injured, how can you drive there by yourself? I'll call Yun Ming and ask him to pick you up."
Trembling, I took out my phone, but it was snatched away.
Ling Ye's face was gloomy and he interrupted her impatiently: "Are you annoyed? Shut up!"
Meng Xinran looked at him stupidly, with a lot of snot and tears, and she pursed her lips in grievance. Ling Ye glanced at her sideways, and gently wiped away her snot with his bandaged hands, not too dirty: "
Don't make any noise, we'll be there in a minute."
Her tone was not very good, but her heart was still filled with a strange warmth, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. She would cry and laugh at one time. She knew that she must be extremely ugly.
"Little madman!"
I ran through several red lights and stepped on the accelerator all the way to the Suer Building.
The sky is still bright, and there is a moist smell in the air. The brown glass reflects the busy figures of the staff. A huge poster has been put up outside the door. The team of graceful etiquette ladies are neatly arranged. Meng Xinran is slightly startled, and Ling Ye is stunned.
He unbuttoned her seat belt and breathed warm breath into her ears.
"Get off the car and go backstage to wash your face. I'll ask Yun Ming to bring your makeup box over."
Meng Xinran lowered his head, his eyes fell on the blood-stained handkerchief, and his heart ached slightly.
"But your hands..." She opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything. For the first time, she realized that language was so feeble.
Why are you so nice to her?!
Recalling the moment when he grasped the blade without hesitation, decisive, firm, cold and arrogant...
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