Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

Beijing.

In the dim alley, the tall man was forced into a corner.

In front of him were seven or eight burly men, each holding a stick and looking ferocious.

"Brother, let's talk it over nicely." The man joked, "If you want some money for drinks, I'll give it to you."

The leading man picked up a stick and poked him in the chest, "Are you Song Yanzhi?"

Song Yanzhi looked at the stick which was thicker than his arm, and it was not right whether to admit it or not.

These seven or eight people blocked him, and he had no ability to fight back at all.

The man asked provocatively, "It's you who has been secretly helping Ling Che and messing with our Zhuang Zong, right?"

Song Yanzhi stopped laughing when he heard this and asked, "Are you Zhuang Ce's men?"

The man didn't deny it and roared at him, "If it weren't for you and Ling Che, President Zhuang wouldn't have been arrested, and the rest of us wouldn't be in such a miserable state!"

The man was about to hit him with a stick, but Song Yanzhi quickly blocked his way and shouted, "Brother! This is a society ruled by law. You will go to jail if you do this!"

"He can barely survive, why would I care about the law!" the man shouted angrily, "Beat him to death and throw him in front of Ling Che's house!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, the group of sticks behind him swung at Song Yanzhi.

Song Yanzhi quickly squatted down and protected himself with his hands. He grimaced in pain as the sticks came down on him.

Just when he thought he was really going to be beaten to death, a clear voice rang out at the entrance of the alley—

"What are you doing!"

The voice was pleasant and familiar.

When Song Yan heard this, his heart sank.

He poked half his head out from his arms and looked at the person rushing over, and quickly shouted, "Song Xilan, run!"

Hearing his voice, Song Xilan widened his eyes!

The person beaten by this group of thugs was Song Yanzhi!!!

She originally just heard the sound of someone fighting and wanted to come over and shout to help, but she didn't expect that the unlucky guy who was beaten was actually Song Yanzhi!

"Run!"

Seeing her standing there without moving, Song Yanzhi shouted again anxiously.

If she had run away and called the police, he wouldn't have been beaten to death.

If she couldn't escape, both of them would die.

"Hey, here comes a little girl trying to meddle in other people's business!"

The leading man looked at Song Xilan not far away with ill intentions, from his lower body to his hands to his face, his lustful eyes could not be hidden.

"It's just right. Brothers, you guys have no money for whores, so here's a free one. She's pretty good-looking." The man smiled lewdly at Song Xilan, "Brothers, take her and have a good time tonight!"

Song Yanzhi's face turned pale when he heard this. He stood up suddenly and kicked the man.

The man was suddenly kicked to the ground and became furious.

Song Yanzhi has been a pampered young man since he was a child. He may have some chance of winning in a one-on-one fight, but he is doomed to fail when fighting alone against eight people.

As soon as he kicked, his hands were held down by other men.

A dagger gleamed brightly as it was pulled out from the waistband of the leading man. He let out a "Pooh" sound, his face grim. "You still want to be a hero and save the damsel in distress, right? I'm going to stab you to death!"

The sharp knife was about to stab towards Song Yanzhi's abdomen!

Before the tip of the knife touched his clothes, the man's wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone, then twisted with the backhand, and then kicked hard in the face.

Before Song Yanzhi could react, he saw the thin figure in front of him moving quickly and neatly. He was not afraid of the men with sticks at all. He threw one man over his shoulder on the left and grabbed one man with his backhand on the right. In just a few moves, seven or eight men were lying on the ground wailing.

Song Xilan kicked the leading man in the crotch, "Fuck you! Do you know who I am?"

"what--!"

A man's earth-shaking cries came from the alley.

Song Xilan stepped on their vital parts one by one, without missing a single one. "If you dare to come after me, my dad will kill you, you bastards!"

Song Yanzhi felt a chill in his lower body just by looking at her, and quickly pulled her back, "Alright, Miss, if you kick again, someone will die."

Once this part is broken, the person will definitely die.

She is Director Song's daughter. It would be difficult to explain if she really killed someone.

Song Xilan looked at Song Yanzhi, who was beaten with bruises all over his body, frowned in disgust, and called the police.

......

"Ouch! Hiss—Ouch!" Song Yan's face wrinkled into a bitter melon. "Be gentle, be gentle."

"You can't even bear this little bit of pain." Song Xilan applied medicine to his face and said unhappily, "If I hadn't been here today, you would have died right there."

"Yes, yes, yes, Miss Song saved my life, and I, Song, will never forget it."

She was treating the wounds on his forehead and the corners of his mouth. As he got closer, Song Yanzhi could clearly see the small hairs on her fair face.

His eyes fell on Song Xilan's facial features. She had a beautiful oval face, big eyes and a small mouth. She looked like a little princess no matter how you looked at her.

"You actually know how to fight?" Song Yanzhi said exaggeratedly, "One against eight!"

"Master Song, have you forgotten who my father is?" Song Xilan finished applying the medicine and proudly said as he packed up his medicine box, "I've been practicing self-defense since I was a child. I know all the techniques of grappling and fighting!"

When she was a child, Song Hui always forced her to train, saying that as a girl she must learn self-defense so that she could save herself when she encountered danger in the future.

The training was so tough back then that she cried every day and refused to learn. But Song Hui said, "It's better to endure a little hardship now in exchange for peace and security in the future."

I didn’t expect to actually use it today.

If it weren't for her, the knife would have turned Song Yanzhi into a hornet's nest.

Putting the medicine box back to its original place, Song Xilan asked again, "Do you have water at home? I'll get you a bottle of water."

Song Yanzhi sat on the sofa, followed her with his eyes, and joked, "It's in the refrigerator. Miss, please get me some water."

Song Xilan took a bottle of water from the refrigerator and his eyes fell on the gift box on the dining table.

There is a bow tied on the exquisite gift box, and it is obviously given to a girl.

Throwing the water to Song Yanzhi, Song Xilan unscrewed the bottle cap, tilted his head back and took a sip, then asked him, "You, have a girlfriend?"

"No." Song Yanzhi answered simply.

Song Xilan pointed to the kitchen table and asked, "So you're chasing girls?"

Song Yanzhi paused holding the water, realizing that she had seen the unsent gift, and smiled bitterly, "Rejected."

Song Xilan seemed to have heard something funny, "Wow, Young Master Song will also be rejected one day!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Yanzhi's cell phone on the table suddenly lit up.

He picked it up and took a look at it, then frowned and slid his fingertips quickly across the screen.

"Zhuang Ce is dead?"