I used online loans to give gifts to the anchor, and he just said "baby"?

"If you let me go, I will." Luo Mingchuan's eyes were also firm, and his hands tightened.

"Are you done yet? Are you two childish ghosts reincarnated?" Wen Wan swung twice more, but failed to break free from the two men's restraints. He glared at them fiercely and said, "I'm warning you one last time. Let go."

The two men were like people who had eaten a weight, determined to fight each other to the end.

Wen Wan had no interest in becoming a part of their competitive game. After giving the warning, neither of them responded. He called out in a cold voice, "A Si."

Suddenly, a black figure appeared, as fast as an afterimage. Before anyone could react, Shi Xu and Luo Mingchuan were punched in the face.

The inertia of the fist caught the two people off guard and caused them to fall onto the seats, along with Wen Wan.

"I rely on!"

Ji Shi and the other three felt a flash before their eyes, and when they came to their senses, the three people opposite them had already fallen onto their chairs.

handsome.

Ji Shiyu opened his mouth and blinked his eyes. Is this guy a real bodyguard? How could he just go in without any warning?

This must be the legendary assassin in the game. He can flash and use his ultimate skill to get close to the opponent. Who can withstand him?

This physical damage might really disfigure his brother.

Now his brother cares most about this face. He relies on this face to arouse his sister's interest. If it is really disfigured, it will be a tragedy.

Jiang Si, with a cold and murderous look on his face, pulled Wen Wan up from the chair without any expression.

Shi Xu's face turned frighteningly dark. He stood up suddenly and was about to fight back.

Wen Wan put a small, white hand in front of his eyes.

Shi Xu's brows were furrowed, ignoring the burning pain on his face, and he asked, "You protected him."

"He's mine." Wen Wan didn't expect Jiang Si to attack directly. Fortunately, he didn't hurt the two of them, so he said calmly.

Shi Xu's pupils constricted, and his expression was hurt. "Say it again."

Wen Wan stared at Shi Xu with a pair of amber pupils and said word by word: "He is mine, you can't touch him."

It was indeed wrong for Jiang Si to hit someone, but he was also protecting her. Besides, she had warned them both, but they were the ones who didn't listen first.

She said that Jiang Si was hers, and she said it twice.

Shi Xu felt a lump of breath stuck in his heart, as if it was being stabbed by thousands of steel needles.

He kept repeating, "You protect him."

Not only did she light a sky lantern for this man at the auction, but now that he has beaten her, she is still protecting him.

Why is Wen Wan so cold to him and always chooses someone else? Before it was Luo Mingchuan and now it is Jiang Si.

How many men does it take to satisfy her?

What is he then, a cruel woman.

His heart was twitching uncontrollably.

This was a feeling he had never experienced before, as if every breath caused pain in his heart.

Luo Mingchuan's behavior at the side was completely opposite to the sequence. After being beaten, he kept leaning on the chair, covering his face and not moving, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Until Wen Wan's gaze fell on him, a huge tear overwhelmed his lower eyelashes and rolled down his cheek.

Ji Shi and the other two saw this scene.

Ji Shiyu's face was filled with shock, his mouth opened even wider, and he was amazed in his heart.

How did Luo Mingchuan create such a spiritual teardrop? If he didn't know who he was, he would have been fooled by this teardrop.

A ruthless man who can control his tears, no wonder he lost to Shixu before.

Luo Mingchuan, the lifelong enemy of time.

Regardless of whether Luo Mingchuan's tears were real or fake, they did touch Wen Wan's heart.

We can't say she was blinded by lust, we can only say that tears are the best medical beauty for a man.

"Please send me off." Wen Wan softened his tone. As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Mingchuan's tears immediately withdrew and he replied crisply, "Okay."

But there was still a hint of crying in his voice, tears were glistening in the fox's eyes, and the grievance on his face would not dissipate for a while.

It makes people feel sad when watching it.

Shixu stood there, the resentment surrounding him like a vengeful ghost crawling out from the 18th level of hell.