Chapter 62 Don't Know Preciousness Only When You Lose It 1
The expected heartache was still coming, but a scream was wailing above the flowers. Then she felt the pressure on her body suddenly decrease, and then the sound of heavy objects falling on the ground.
She opened her eyes in shock, with only a hazy look in her eyes, but she clearly saw a figure in this hazy mist. He stood with his backlight, his feet apart, and his muscles were erect.
In his anger, his fists clenched his bones, and the half-length windbreaker took off his shoulders because of the excessive force just now. The abominable Jiang Senjue had been knocked to the ground without any warning.
Rice, is it you? Is it you? Have you finally come to save me? This is not a dream, right?
Johnson shook his dizzy face and wiped the sticky blood from his nose with his hand. Damn, is it that bastard's fist so powerful that he even felt a little loose in his teeth.
He got up in anger and turned around and fought back fiercely.
As soon as the fist approached, the portrait in front of him made him stunned: "Mr. Cheng?"
Cheng Milo replied to him with a more fierce punch. He never knew that he would be so fierce and savage one day. His fists and feet seemed to be out of his control. He could not see the blood on the man's face, and he could not listen.
When the man's sorrowful plea, except for his conscious waving of his hands and feet, he was left with only the terrible scene of flowers being bullied by others.
It turned out that this is fear, it turned out that this is heartache. The girl who made him not know how to treat her had already occupied every inch of his nerves without realizing it.
Jiang Sen is already weak, and his physical strength and fists are not as good as Cheng Milo, who insists on fitness for an hour every day. At first, he can barely return a few punches, but Cheng Milo does not dodge or dodge, like a robot without pain.
He only attacked him crazy, and it didn't take long for him to fall to the ground and roll with his head in his arms, but Cheng Milo still had no intention of stopping.
Until a heartbreaking cry came: "Rice! Stop, rice, stop fighting!"
Rice? Who is calling him Rice? This name, from childhood to adulthood, only one person would call him like this. Cheng Milo's rationality was reviving bit by bit, and he gradually stopped and looked for the direction of the sound.
Looking back.
The fiery red curly hair on the forehead of Hua Duoduo was wet with sweat or tears, but it was pressed against her little face with raised palm marks to make her look more and more beautiful. She struggled with her hands bound to the bedside, and her eyes were filled with anxiety.
She shook her head violently at him and tried to persuade him: "Don't beat him, rice, you will beat him to death. It's not worth it for such garbage! It's not worth it! Please don't beat him again!"
Her hands, her face, Cheng Milo seemed to be awake suddenly, and ignored Jiang Sen, who had been repaired to death. He snatched the knot of the belt in front of him, and quickly hugged her in a messy manner: "Duoduo,
Duoduo! Sorry, I'm late!"
The flowers were like drowning people finally found a floating tree and hugged his neck tightly.
"Let me see your face." Cheng Milo glanced at the redness on the corner of her lips, and his heart twitched suddenly.
"No." Hua Duoduo moaned sadly, hiding her cheeks by his neck. She didn't want him to see her so embarrassed.
"Let me see!" He was so anxious that he wanted to push her out some distance, trying to see how much damage her face was hurt.
Hua Duoduo didn't want to leave, which made her feel at ease, so she refused to cooperate. At this time, a crooked figure suddenly broke into the corner of her eyes. She subconsciously looked sideways, and saw that Jiang Sen had quietly crawled in at some point.
He got up, and his hands were holding a solid wood round stool, and a fierce smile hung on his blood-stained face.
"Rice, be careful!" Hua Duoduo didn't know what else she could do, and there was only one consciousness left in her mind. She must not let rice suffer a slight injury, so she turned over and overwhelmed the ignorant Cheng.
Milo let his delicate back catch the fierce attack that was supposed to attack Cheng Milo.
The solid wood burst on the soft body, and the beautiful and dazzling red hair stirred a sad curve as the owner fell like a flower.
Cheng Miluo looked up at the bed in a daze as the flowers fell to him. The bleeding from her mouth wet his collar. He felt her warm blood slid down his ears.
"Duo-Duo!" His voice was so hoarse that it was not loud, but it shook Shanyu like the roar of a wounded beast.