Bold and passionate love: Acting coquettishly in Mr. Huo's arms

Wu Yue's face suddenly turned pale and her mind went blank.

How to do?

What else can be done now?

She couldn't help but look at Ruan Xingchen, who was silent beside her, in despair. After seeing her actions clearly, her expression couldn't help but freeze.

They were both in the same danger, so why was Ruan Xingchen not afraid but looked calm?

She even gracefully took out a handkerchief from her bag, lowered her eyes, and wrapped it around her hand leisurely, carefully and patiently, as if she was doing some important maintenance.

This……

Wu Yue couldn't help but called out softly, "Ms. Ruan?"

"Miss Wu, a stick this thin won't hurt anyone."

Glancing meaningfully at the two-finger-thick wooden stick in her hand, Ruan Xingchen curled his lips and chuckled softly, his voice suddenly turning cold: "Fists are the most suitable weapons."

As soon as he finished speaking, he clenched his handkerchief-wrapped hand into a fist and threw a beautiful uppercut.

One circle hit the nearest gangster on the chin, and the gangster screamed in pain and bled on the spot.

Wu Yue was stunned.

Is this really the reaction and action a wealthy lady should have?

Is it really reasonable to draw blood with one punch?

"Do you think you're smart? Cool?"

Her long crow-feather eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was a hint of sarcasm in her beautiful eyes.

Ruan Xingchen grabbed the yellow-haired man's arm and twisted it behind his back, saying coldly, "Do you think that thing on your neck is something useful? Birds of a feather can only laugh at each other."

She sneered, exerted force on her hands, and kicked forward.

There was a teeth-grinding "crack" sound, and the yellow-haired man let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

The arm she had pulled hung limply by the side, looking strangely soft.

It's obviously dislocated.

"What's the point of comparing garbage with garbage?"

After the physical attack, Ruan Xingchen continued his verbal assault, mockingly saying, "They're all hazardous waste. Why are you still trying to decide which one is more harmful? Just stay in the garbage dump. That's where you'll end up."

Murder and kill!

There were only these four big words left in Wu Yue's mind. She was dumbfounded and stood there, not knowing how to react.

"What are you still doing?"

Seeing her like this, Ruan Xingchen was speechless. He grabbed her arm and said in a deep voice, "Run!"

He was beating the yellow-haired guy ruthlessly just a second ago, but he fought back and knocked down the two thugs with two punches.

The next second he grabbed her and ran like the wind.

"Damn it! Chase them for me!" The yellow-haired man's painful and hoarse voice rang out from behind: "I'm going to kill these two stinky bitches today! Catch them for me!"

You can imagine the hatred there.

If they caught him, he would torture them by any means necessary.

The hatred value has stabilized.

Wu Yue was thinking about all sorts of things in her head, and behind her she could hear the gang of thugs chasing and shouting at her.

"Ms. Ruan, are we just going to run away like this?"

While running as hard as she could, she couldn't help but look at Ruan Xingchen beside her.

How can some people look so good even when they run?

"What if I don't run? Are you really going to wait for me to fight thirty of you?" Ruan Xingchen said in a deep voice, "Don't even think about it. Run!"

Wu Yue has the habit of going to the gym and has pretty good physical strength.

But running as fast as she could quickly drained her energy.

Her eyes went white, and she ran forward woodenly, relying solely on the belief that she could not be caught.

Just as she was gritting her teeth and holding on, Ruan Xingchen beside her suddenly stopped, and then her arm was pulled.

"Ms. Ruan?" Wu Yue was stunned, panting and urging anxiously, "Run! If you don't run now, they will catch up."

"Stop running. You're breathing too loudly."

After running such a long distance, Ruan Xingchen's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and his hair stuck to his cheeks.

She steadied her breathing, grabbed a wooden stick that was as thick as her wrist and had gotten it from who knows when, and pushed Wu Yue forward: "Hide!"

Her tone was calm, but Wu Yue couldn't help but blush first, and then her eyes.

Compared to his own state of sweating profusely and looking like an old ox about to die of exhaustion, he was unaware that he was holding back.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." She said anxiously, "But I can still hold on. Ms. Ruan, let's run!"

"No more running."

Ruan Xingchen turned her head, gave her a faint smile, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Wu Yue was stunned.

It's hard to describe the feeling of this moment.

The beautiful woman with picturesque eyebrows and charming appearance turned around and smiled, just like a hundred flowers blooming.

Filled with an indescribable sense of security.

The heart, which was already beating rapidly due to excessive exercise, was now beating even more wildly, as if it was about to burst through the chest.

She couldn't help but think, out of place, that Ms. Ruan was truly cool, beautiful, and extremely reliable.

It seems that with her around, all problems can be solved.

After calming her breath, she realized that they were now in a narrow alley between two residential areas.

This is one of the older buildings in H City. The narrow alley is only wide enough for two people to pass side by side, and there is a wall half a person high behind it.

Ruan Xingchen pushed her inside and stood guard at the entrance of the alley.

It is an absolute protective posture.