What to do if your male god is too good at self-attack

Magnolias usually bloom only in February and March, but now, for some reason, as soon as Heyue opened the curtains, she saw that the magnolia flowers in front of the door had secretly revealed a tree of buds at night, half-opened, and looked very shy.

Just as she was surprised, a crisp voice suddenly called her name downstairs.

"Moon girl!"

"Xiaohe!"

The wind blows, shaking off the fragrance of flowers on the tree.

He Yue smiled and waved her arms: "I'll be down right away."

He Yue ran out of the room, and Yin Rou, who was mopping the floor, called out to her, "You're a girl, don't be so impatient."

He Lang, who was tapping his grandfather's legs, threw away the soft hammer and looked at her enviously: "Sister, where are you going to play again?"

He Jiashen smiled and grabbed his collar: "You are a boy, why do you always stay close to your sister?"

He Lang was a little discouraged: "He said that if I passed the exam, I would be allowed to do anything." He sat back on the small stool, pouted his mouth and rubbed his grandfather's legs, and sighed in the tone of a little adult, "It seems that I have no status in this family."

At the entrance, He Yue had already put on her shoes and turned around to coax him: "Sister will bring you something delicious when she comes back!"

"Okay, I want to eat pizza!" He Lang's mood improved immediately, and he even tapped his grandfather's legs vigorously, scaring his grandfather so much that he pulled his legs inward: "You don't have to be so strong."

He Yue heard the lively conversation of the family. She couldn't help but smile brightly, feeling emotional in her heart.

It feels so good to be at home.

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"Are you ready?"

"Ready!"

The three of them looked up at the magnificent golden crown sign, looking very serious.

Lin Xia Ning added: "You need to be imposing, understand!"

"understand!"

"Very good!" Lin Xia Ning praised.

She waved her hand, and the three of them immediately formed a small circle and gathered together.

Lin Xia Ning asked: "Target."

"Jiang Shaoming." He Yue answered quickly.

"Task."

"To avenge our past humiliation." Luo Yilan winked cunningly.

Lin Xia Ning was very satisfied: "Let's take advantage of the fact that he hasn't woken up yet and catch him off guard. Let's go!"

As soon as the three of them took a step forward, someone stopped them: "ID card."

"Take it, take it."

The three of them obediently took out their ID cards, and after verification that they were over 18 years old, they straightened their chests again, held their heads high, and walked into the Crown with a gait that showed they didn't recognize any of their relatives.

According to intelligence, Jiang Shaoming held a party in the Crown 888 box yesterday and stayed up until five in the morning. I guess he must be sleeping like a dead pig now.

Lin Xia Ning kicked open the door of the box, and the first person to wake up was the bruised and battered hostess in the corner who was abused. She shrank and pulled at her torn clothes, looking at them in horror.

Perhaps she sensed the pain in their eyes and felt her self-esteem shattered, so she lowered her head, got up, and slipped away against the wall, crying.

There are three more girls like her.

"Who are you?"

Jiang Shaoming, who was disturbed, rubbed his eyes and yawned loudly.

"Jiang Shaoming." He Yue called him.

Jiang Shaoming blinked his eyes. The girl who was talking in front of him looked weak and frail. He could tell at a glance that it would be very exciting to torture her. He liked to see the girl under him being torn apart.

He curled his lips and smiled. He was originally charming and his peach blossom eyes were full of affection. "Sister, are you looking for me?"

He Yue walked towards Jiang Shaoming step by step. He was sitting lazily on the ground, with his shirt buttons unbuttoned in a mess, leaving a large area of ​​his chest exposed.

"I'm looking for you." He Yue smiled sweetly and stepped on his vitals.

Jiang Shaoming's blood rushed to his head, and he fell straight down, holding his lower body. He said in a painful voice: "...beat...her."

"Beat you, you immortal board!"

Lin Xia Ning stepped onto the coffee table and kicked the yellow-haired man beside her, while Luo Yilan helped the girls who were beaten so badly that they couldn't stand up out.

Jiang Shaoming didn't know what bad luck he had to have to meet these three crazy women. When he couldn't beat them, he just smashed things. The bottles of wine he smashed were more expensive than the last. Glass flew everywhere and no one dared to get close to them.

"You are sick!"

"Your crappy habit makes you even more sick." Lin Xia Ning picked up the iron bucket on the table. There was half a bucket of melted water in it, and she poured it all on Jiang Shaoming.

He Yue stood on the coffee table and smashed the wine glasses one after another, scaring everyone in the room and making them jump around. She felt that she had never felt so happy in her life.

"You like beating people, right? You like burning people with cigarette butts, right? You like forcing people, right?" He Yue said as he smashed things.

"Do you know that these are very expensive!" Jiang Shaoming shouted, and they really stopped moving. It was not because they were afraid of paying, but because there was really nothing left to smash.

A room full of men with bruises on their heads looked at the three crazy women angrily.

"It's okay, I'll pay."

Everyone looked over and saw a man leaning against the door. He took out a black card and put it in the hand of the waiter next to him.

Jiang Shaoming spat: "Who are you?"

Lin Xia Ning jumped down from the coffee table and stood over: "You don't know this? You are so ignorant."

Luo Yilan also folded her hands across her chest: "In Qucheng, you have to listen to him."

Yue Zhou was somewhat embarrassed by their attitude, and lowered his voice to persuade them: "Don't go too far."

He Yue stood at the front, with her hands on her hips, looking at the puzzled Jiang Shaoming, and said.

"He is the new chairman of the Yue family, Yue Zhou!"

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The two of them walked hand in hand under the starlight, and Yue Zhou consciously helped her carry the pizza she bought for He Lang.

"So if the thirty-eight-year-old you hadn't killed the twenty-eight-year-old you, you wouldn't have gone back to being eighteen."

They won't have stories either.

"Yeah." After all the hardships, He Yue said cheerfully, "You won't be able to hold my hand anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt Yue Zhou holding his hand a little tighter.

"Heyue, I'm going to study in the UK." Yue Zhou's curved brows became a little lost.

This means they will be separated soon.

He Yue looked into Yue Zhou's eyes: He wouldn't let her go to England, would he? Her English was not good.

Unexpectedly, Yue Zhou said: "I will try to finish all the courses in two years."

Starting to fart again.

Never mind, he does have the brains to do that.

He Yue was about to tease him, but once she saw Yue Zhou's gentle eyes, she was speechless again.

"Call me if you want me and I'll fly back right away."

He doesn't need He Yue to accommodate him, he just wants to accommodate He Yue a little more, and his accommodation is a manifestation of his love.

"He Yue."

"Ok?"

The deep eyes were intoxicating, and He Yue felt a little dizzy.

"I can……"

"Kiss you?"

This was the most gentle kiss He Yue had ever experienced, with lips and teeth moving around and saliva exchanging. At the end of the kiss, Yue Zhou pecked the corner of her mouth lightly to say goodbye.

"Heyue, see you tomorrow."

Even when He Yue walked up the stairs with the pizza in her hand, her face was still red, and she felt a little dizzy from being immersed in the kiss.

A man in a hoodie was walking down from the upstairs. He Yue didn't have time to dodge and was hit hard, but what brought her back to her senses was the piercing pain in her abdomen.

The pizza fell to the ground, the sausage slices flew out, followed by the sound of He Yue falling heavily to the ground.

He Yue fell to the ground in a mess, covering the wound that kept oozing blood. She looked up with cold sweat dripping down her cheeks, and her pupils contracted instantly.

"It's you?"

The man took off his hoodie, revealing a face exactly like her own.

The other side of me cried with guilt: "I'm sorry."

"why?"

Why kill her again?

The figure of "herself" in front of her gradually became vague, and He Yue's eyes began to collapse and gradually closed, but she still heard the words that fell in the air.

"Heyue, if you don't die, Yuezhou will be the one to die."

So far, it’s all just a dream.