And Mosyu stood at the door, her hair was messy, and she didn't wear clothes on it. The pants were just wearing it randomly.
He looked up slightly, what was flashing his eyes, his lips opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to speak.
Seeing this scene, Yu Zexiao had not yet entered the door and aimed at Moss's face, and smashed a punch fiercely!
"Bastard!" He brought a mask and punch it hard, and punch Moss to the ground!
He is really angry! How can he do such an excessive thing! And besides angry, he was a little disappointed and more worried.
It's all like this, how can he help him please, and let Jian Anning be a person!
And he knew in his heart that the more miserable he played Mos now, the more he could make Zhao Ziyin and Jian Anning calm!
Moss Yu was knocked down by him with a punch, and the blood immediately poured out of the nose tube.
On the ground, then jump up and hit him without saying a word: "You are simply bastard! How can you do such a thing!"
He fell on his body with a punch, how cheap Moss Yu was usually, and today he was beaten without a word, and he didn't even hide.
Yu Zexiao was fighting quite hard here. Next to, Jian Anning was too lazy to care about Mosyu and rushed in directly. As soon as she entered the hotel's room, she was stunned.
There are messy pieces on the ground everywhere, big chuang-shang, Zhao Ziyin holding white sheets and shrinking into a small hiding in the corner. Because of the reason for just crying, her eyes were a little swollen, her eyes looked straight, and her eyes looked straight.
In front of him, his pupils had almost no focal length, and her face was too pale -and on her cheeks, there was a huge slap print!
Not only that, she was not covered by white sheets, and she could see the traces of Qingqing and Purple. It can be imagined how much pain she had suffered before!
Bastard and asshole, this bastard! Jian Anning was originally soothed by Yu Zexiao, and once again exploded. It was distressed, and it was angrily.
Zhao Ziyin did not respond a little bit.
Seeing her expression, Jian Anning had a sourness and pity in her heart. Not much to say, step forward quickly, cover the part of her fruit-dew with the clothes she brought, and call it again: "
Ziyin ... "
This time, Zhao Ziyin finally had a little reaction. Her head, slowly moved over, for a long time, her eyes fell on Jian Anning's face. Under the dim light, Jian Anning saw that her lower lip had been seen
The bite of the blood, the face and lip color are pale and scary, and more and more lined with a pair of godless eyes, black and white. But her other half face, but because of the slap, the high swollenness, the long black hair also also
Sticking to the cheek by sweat, it looks extremely pitiful.
"Ziyin, don't scare me!" Jian Anning immediately went up and hugged her, crying out first, "Ziyin, don't do this, you speak! What are you say, do you want to hold it like this ..." Don't hold it like this ... "