The beauty god is forced to love every day

Yan Qing turned around, pressed her forehead against Yu Cheng's, and put her hand on his chest, "I'll rub it for you, just crush your unhappiness."

Yu Cheng didn't expect Yan Qing to say that, and couldn't help but smile, "Okay."

When you lower your eyes, you can see Yan Qing's slender eyelashes, each of which is distinct, long and curled, and her straight nose bridge. When your eyes fall on her lips.

His Adam's apple rolled involuntarily, and his deep eyes darkened. Maybe it was because those lips were really kissable, or maybe he was really drunk.

He involuntarily reached out and rubbed the corner of his lips, and asked carefully, "Qingqing, can I kiss you?"

Yan Qing paused as she stretched out her hand, then raised her eyes and was met with an ocean of deep affection, a warm and passionate feeling enveloping her.

He obviously didn't drink, but his brain had started to shut down and he nodded subconsciously.

Seeing Yan Qing agreed, Yu Cheng reached out and held the back of his head, then bent down and kissed him.

The evening breeze is cool, carrying a hint of floral scent, and the orange-yellow street lights cast intertwined shadows.

Si Yanjin's blurry eyes stared straight ahead, and his alcohol-paralyzed nerves awakened at an unprecedented speed.

His black eyes turned blood red, his handsome face was full of ferocity and bloodthirstiness, and his heart was filled with unprecedented anger.

Without any hesitation, he strode forward, grabbed Yucheng by the collar and punched him.

Yu Cheng's head was knocked sideways by the sudden punch. The pain brought him back to his senses. He frowned slightly and punched back instinctively.

Si Yanjin clenched his teeth, his facial muscles tensed, and every punch he threw was full of power, beating the man to death.

Their fists crossed in the air, and every collision seemed to carry endless anger and resentment. Both of their faces were covered with sweat and blood, and their hair was messy.

"Si Yanjin, you're crazy." Yan Qing yelled and stepped forward to stop him.

Driven by anger, Si Yanjin seemed to be mad and attacked without any regard for others. During the fight, Yu Cheng sobered up a lot.

He stretched out his hand to pull Yan Qing away and kicked Si Yanjin on the leg, "Don't worry, I might hurt you by mistake."

Si Yanjin was kicked so hard that he staggered and rushed towards Yu Cheng again, his tone full of anger, "He is mine, how dare you."

His eyes were fierce, veins bulged on his forehead, and his fists were clenched tightly, as if he wanted to pour all his anger into this punch.

Yu Cheng dodged sideways and punched Si Yanjin on the shoulder, "You are sick."

At this moment, Wang Quan, who came to see Si Yanjin, saw this scene and cursed, "Fuck."

He turned around and went in. When he came out, he had a bottle of wine in his hand. There were a lot of people following him, and he rushed towards Yu Cheng aggressively.

Seeing this, Yan Qing hurriedly stopped Wang Quan and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Get out of the way." Wang Quan pushed Yan Qing away and smashed Yu Cheng's head hard, breaking the wine bottle into pieces.

Blood dripped down the corner of his forehead and flowed onto his fair cheek. Yu Cheng's vision suddenly became blurred and he shook his head.

He turned around and gave Wang Quan a cold look before throwing a punch. The originally fair 1v1 fight suddenly turned into a 1vn fight.

The scene suddenly became chaotic. Yan Qing was pushed to the ground. A fist was about to fall on him, but he felt the shadow in front of him disappear.

But he was soon surrounded by a warm embrace, and the strong smell of blood mixed with alcohol filled his nostrils.

The dull sound of fists hitting flesh kept ringing in his ears. He was so scared that his eyes suddenly turned red and tears welled up in them.

"Yucheng..." The choked words seemed to be stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter them.

Yu Cheng groaned, and a gentle and hoarse voice sounded, "I'm here, don't be afraid."

Si Yanjin was pushed and hit on the head, and he reacted instantly, "Stop, stop it all."

But the drunken crowd refused to listen and continued beating Yu Cheng.

Si Yanjin stepped forward to pull the man away, picked up Wang Quan and punched him, "Stop it, I can't hear you."

After being yelled at, everyone came back to their senses and shrank back in fear as they looked at Yu Cheng, who was lying unconscious on the ground after being beaten by them.

Yan Qing looked up at Yu Cheng, tears had already fallen without him noticing, bright red blood dripped onto his face.

Mixed with tears, they fell onto the white clothes, like blooming plum blossoms.

Yu Cheng held on to his last bit of willpower and reached out to wipe away Yan Qing's tears, "Don't cry, I'm fine..."

As he said this, he closed his eyes and fell straight onto Yan Qing.

"What should I do? I hope he won't die!"

Wang Quan also came to his senses, his face looking a little grim, "What are you afraid of? At worst, I can kill you and throw you into the river. I have people at home."

Hearing this, Si Yanjin grabbed Wang Quan's collar and said coldly, "Anyone can die no matter what you say, but Yan Qing cannot."

"Get me to the hospital immediately."

Wang Quan was already in a bad mood today because of Yang Yizhou's matter, and now he was asked to take Yang Yizhou's friend to the hospital.

He couldn't do it, and just wanted the two to fend for themselves. "If you want to send me off, send me off yourself. I won't go."

He left after saying this.

Suddenly, the sound of sirens came from far away. The faces of the people around turned pale instantly. Realizing that they had caused a big disaster, they grabbed Si Yan Jin and started to run away.

Yan Qing looked at the unconscious Yu Cheng and was terrified to the extreme. She took out her cell phone tremblingly and wanted to call the emergency number.

But she subconsciously dialed her eldest brother's number. After a while, a charming voice came from the phone, "Aqing, why did you think of calling your brother?"

The moment she heard the voice, Yan Qing couldn't stop crying, "Brother, Yucheng lost a lot of blood to protect me and passed out."

"I'm so scared, what should I do?"

When Yan Liting on the other end of the phone heard his brother crying, his expression suddenly turned cold and he started to walk out with his coat.

"Ah Qing, don't be afraid. If anyone is injured, call the emergency number first and send the person to the hospital. Brother will be here soon."

Yan Qing nodded, and before he hung up the phone, the police quickly rushed to the scene and rushed Yucheng and Yan Qing to the hospital.

Central hospital.

Outside the emergency room, Yan Qing stared at the light of the operating room motionlessly, her eyes full of worry, her hands clenched tightly together.

He was so scared that he prayed over and over in his heart that Yu Cheng would be safe. Time passed by minute by minute, and every second was torture for him.

I just felt inexplicably cold. When I thought of bad ideas, tears could not help but accumulate in my eyes and slowly turned into mist.

A long time passed, until his feet became numb, but the person he was worried about still hadn't come out.

At this time, a man strode over, his strong body wrapped in a black suit and golden glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose.

His facial features were very handsome, and his gentle and elegant temperament was reduced to endless coldness at this moment.