Quick Wear: The Rescue Plan of the Male Supporting Actor of the Popular Cannon Fodder

"Ji..." Ye Xunfeng murmured, and his eyes, which had just been swollen and slightly narrowed, suddenly widened with difficulty, his eyes full of disbelief.

Then, as if to convince himself, he shouted stubbornly: "So what if your last name is Ji? Do you want to say that you are from Ji Group? Don't be kidding! Ji Weiyu is right here, don't try to fool me! You should be careful before you brag! Even if you are telling the truth, how could you possibly look down on someone like Wen Yang...she..." Ye Xunfeng used to belittle Wen Yang in order to control him, and this kind of words came out of his mouth at this moment.

However, before Ye Xunfeng could finish his words, Ji Yiyun reached out and grabbed Ye Xunfeng's hair, lifted his head, and slammed it hard to the ground, making Ye Xunfeng's entire face come into close contact with the floor.

Suddenly, Ye Xunfeng's noisy voice disappeared. After a scream, only the muffled sound of his head hitting the ground remained.

After a few hits, Ye Xunfeng started bleeding from the nose.

At this moment, Ji Yiyun's eyes were dark and filled with a strong sense of hostility. After seeing the red color, there was no fluctuation in his expression.

When he lowered his eyes to look at his subordinate Ye Xunfeng, his gaze was as cold as if he was looking at a piece of rotten meat.

Ye Xunfeng had just been slapped and his head was only buzzing, but now he was hit like this again. He was seeing stars and was completely disoriented. Moreover, his nose bone seemed to be broken when it came into close contact with the floor for the first time. Every time his face touched the ground again, it hurt him excruciatingly.

But Ji Yiyun didn't seem to intend to let Ye Xunfeng go, and didn't even give Ye Xunfeng a chance to scream.

Ye Xunfeng felt waves of stinging pain on his scalp. Ji Yiyu kept pulling his head up and lifting it to a certain height, then pushing it down mercilessly.

I don’t know how many times this happened, but Ye Xunfeng finally fainted.

Ji Yiyun continued to strike without stopping.

Wen Yang stood in the distance observing the situation. At first, he could still hear Ye Xunfeng's unclear voice, but later, he could no longer hear any sound from Ye Xunfeng. He could only hear the dull sound of Ye Xunfeng's head hitting the ground one after another.

Seeing that Ji Yiyun had no intention of stopping, she felt something was wrong and hurried forward. Only then did she realize that the ground under Ye Xunfeng's head was already red as if it had been washed with blood.

"Stop fighting!!!" Wen Yang quickly reached out to stop him.

Ji Yiyun heard Wen Yang's voice ringing in his ear, and seemed to come back to his senses a little. He squatted on the ground, looking up at Wen Yang who was leaning over to stop him.

The inky black fury still lingered in his eyes. He held Ye Xunfeng's head in his hands, but he spoke in an innocent defense, "He insulted my sister, and I just couldn't stand it."

Only then did Wen Yang realize that the bright red she had just seen was the blood on Ye Xunfeng's face.

Judging from the miserable state of Ye Xunfeng's face, his nose must have been broken, and blood was flowing all over the floor...

Wen Yang saw the glaring red on the ground, and her hand, which she had unconsciously reached out to stop him, began to tremble slightly. She pretended to be calm and tried to comfort him, "Stop it, don't hit him."

After hearing this, Ji Yiyun obediently let go of the hand that was pulling Ye Xunfeng's head.

Wen Yang looked at Ye Xunfeng's miserable condition, thought again and again, and decided to call an emergency number first.

Otherwise, if something happened to Ye Xunfeng, Ji Yiyun would definitely get into trouble. After all, they live in a society ruled by law.

When Wen Yang walked aside and prepared to make a phone call, the next second, Ji Yiyu stood up quickly, grabbed Wen Yang's shoulders, pushed Wen Yang, and pushed her to a corner of the wall.

At this moment, the hostility around Ji Yiyun has not completely faded away, especially his eyes, which are dark and gloomy. Just a glance at him will make people inexplicably feel a little scared.

Wen Yang leaned against the wall, feeling as if he was trapped in a small world surrounded by Ji Yiyun's arms, with no way to avoid or retreat.

"Sister, do you feel sorry for that man? Will you blame me for hitting him?" Ji Yiyun's voice was a little hoarse at this moment. When he asked this question in a low voice in Wen Yang's ear, he sounded a little aggrieved.

Ji Yiyun's aura at the moment was too violent and overbearing, and Wen Yang unconsciously tilted her head to the side. She whispered and replied, "No, I don't feel sorry for him, and I don't blame you either."

Unexpectedly, the next second, Ji Yiyun grabbed Wen Yang's chin tightly and forced her head to turn straight.

"I want my sister to look me in the eyes and say that."

At this moment, Ji Yiyun's face was very close, and his thumb was gently stroking Wen Yang's plump lower lip.

Wen Yang looked at Ji Yiyu's eyes, which were as dark as a cold pond. It seemed as if there was a strange magic in those eyes, as if it wanted to suck her in completely. She unconsciously felt her legs go weak.

"Why are you shaking, sister?" When Ji Yiyun spoke, his breath gently brushed across the corner of Wen Yang's lips.

Wen Yang felt as if the corner of her lips was licked by Ji Yiyun, which caused a shudder deep inside her body and she couldn't help but tremble even more violently.

The next second, Wen Yang was held tightly in Ji Yiyun's arms. The black knight, who had been extremely violent just now, now rested his chin on Wen Yang's shoulder, as if he had instantly turned into a well-behaved big dog.

A soft voice sounded in Wen Yang's ears: "I don't want my sister to be afraid of me, I want my sister to love me." Obviously Ji Yiyu is a man, but at this moment Wen Yang heard some softness in Ji Yiyu's voice.

Thinking of this, Wen Yang couldn't help but chuckle. She stretched out her arms and hugged Ji Yiyun back tightly.

She whispered in a tone as if coaxing a child, "Okay, okay, sister is not afraid of you, sister loves you." As she spoke, she gently stroked Ji Yiyu's back.

After Wen Yang said this, he clearly felt that Ji Yiyun's whole body relaxed a little, and the embrace that had been a bit firm just now was now much softer.

Seeing this, Wen Yang curled up the corners of his lips into a faint smile, and whispered in Ji Yiyun's ear: "I don't feel sorry for that scumbag, I'm just afraid that he will take the opportunity to blackmail us. His worthless life is not worth much money. I'm afraid that he will cause trouble for you because of this. That would be more trouble than it's worth, right?"

Sure enough, when Ji Yiyun heard Wen Yang's gentle explanation, all his hostility immediately disappeared completely.

He slowly loosened his arms, slightly distanced himself from her, and looked at Wen Yang in his arms with burning eyes.

To be more precise, he was looking at Wen Yang's lips.

Just when Wen Yang was wondering what Ji Yiyun was thinking, he heard Ji Yiyun ask, "Sister, can I kiss you?"