Rong Zhao had long wanted to have a fight with Duan Zhaoan, but now he got angry and moved his hands directly. With a movement of his sleeves, his fist hit Duan Zhaoan's face directly.
Duan Zhaoan tilted his head and raised his right hand to block the boxer. His handsome face was cold as a knife, "I said, she has never been a woman that I can easily control. I admit that it was my carelessness, but now, Rong Zhao,
What I need is to rush to her immediately."
"Oh, it turns out you know you are careless! Now that you know she is not a woman you can easily control, you should be more careful!" Rong Zhao's fists did not stop, and his gentle and jade-like face was filled with fierceness, "No
Protect her well, what qualifications do you have to monopolize her!"
He puts his love in the dark because there is a very excellent man by her side, so he does not fight, rob, hate or complain. However, he thinks that this very excellent man does not take good care of her.
He hated her, he complained!
"I can't take care of her outside, but she's obviously by your side and you haven't taken care of her, so I have to take care of her! Today, I'm not taking care of her as a love rival, but as a friend!"
Every time he spoke, the force on his fists became stronger, and the air seemed to be torn directly by his punches, making a sharp "whooshing" sound. The force of each fist was quite strong, and it was split and sliced.
It's the same as dealing with enemies on the battlefield.
The war between men could not end immediately from the beginning, especially when Rong Zhao had accumulated a lot of anger, and now it was all out of control.
Shengfeng's fist hit Duan Zhaoan with a force that could break bones. There was no hesitation, no hesitation, only full of anger. How could he be so careless and let her return home alone while she was injured!
"Before you left, you said you would take good care of her. I will take everyone back to China. Oh, where is your care? She is still injured! She is still a seriously injured patient who almost became a vegetative state!"
"Experts said she is recovering well, but you are so complacent? Why don't you think about how much blood she lost and how long it will take to recover!"
A concussed patient cannot have any flashes of fear, and flying on an airplane is extremely dangerous. Who knows what will happen at high altitudes? From the moment he learned of the news to now, his heartstrings have been tightening.
A little bit...a little bit will break.
"Rong Zhao, if you want to fight, I will accompany you at any time. But now, I don't have time to fight with you!" Duan Zhaoan stared at his emotionally out-of-control comrade with sharp eyes. He clenched his hand into a fist that could knock down the enemy with one punch. There was also no trace of it.
Renqing punched Rong Zhao on the shoulder, clamped his wrists with both hands, and said coldly: "I didn't take good care of her, so what qualifications do you have to teach me a lesson?"
His words were even more merciless, making Rong Zhao pale immediately, and then said even more angrily: "Yes, I am not qualified to teach you a lesson. That's why I hate! I blame! If one day I have
Are you qualified?"
"You are never qualified!" Duan Zhaoan, whose expression did not change much, suddenly raised his foot and kicked Rong Zhao out of his range. After a fierce battle, he was still as elegant as a noble prince. His whole body
He straightened his messy clothes, his dark eyes were filled with unreadable depth, and he said calmly: "I have been pursuing her for three years longer than you, Rong Zhao, but you have already lost at the starting point."
