After wearing a book after the half-moon shadow, he was favored on the headlines

Only then did Mo Xiaoyu feel that something was wrong, before he could think clearly, the wretched man also came closer.

Mo Xiaoyu backed away while thinking quickly.

"What exactly do you want? If you want money, I can give it to you. Tell me how much you want." She put her hand into her bag, pretending to change money, and actually touched her mobile phone.

Just after paying the bill in the evening, Mo Xiaoyu touched the phone at once, unlocked it based on his feeling, and tapped it a few times quickly based on his feeling.

I silently prayed in my heart that she ordered the right place and dialed the phone.

She began to miss the button-pressing mobile phone in the past. The touch-screen mobile phone was slippery, and she didn't know what she pressed.

The wretched man quickened his pace: "Little beauty, brother doesn't want money, so I just want you to stay with me for one night."

As he spoke, he tore off Mo Xiaoyu's satchel, and flung it behind him, the bag fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

"You bastard, my bag is precious." Mo Xiaoyu kicked the wretched man's calf.

"Damn!" The wretched man's face twitched in pain as it hit his shin.

"Smelly woman dares to kick my elder brother." The drunk man grabbed Mo Xiaoyu's hair.

Mo Xiaoyu gasped in pain and hit the drunk man's ribs with his elbow. The drunk man felt a huge pain in his chest and let go of his hand.

"I hate fighting and scratching my hair the most." Mo Xiaoyu decided to take advantage of the victory and chase after him, and he was about to kick the drunk man.

But the wretched man held his arm from behind: "Little bitch, you have a tough temper."

"Let me go!" Mo Xiaoyu was suddenly lifted up and couldn't kick his legs. While struggling, he tried to reach out and grab something. In a panic, he caught a hand of hair. Mo Xiaoyu immediately clenched his hand and pulled it up hard. The hair of a wretched man.

"It hurts, it hurts!" The wretched man shouted again and again, and roared angrily, "Aren't you the most tired of fighting and scratching your hair?"

"I don't like it, but it's okay if it works." Mo Xiaoyu didn't care about slapping his face anymore, he grabbed the wretched man by the hair and wouldn't let him go.

"Smelly bitch!" The wretched man gritted his teeth, let go of one hand, and tried to pull Mo Xiaoyu's hand away.

Mo Xiaoyu plucked his hair fiercely, and pinched the wretched man's arm with his freed hand, and the wretched man cried out in pain.

It was only then that Mo Xiaoyu realized that it was so easy for women to fight, pluck hair and pinch people. She would never laugh at people who used these two tricks in the future, she was simply a talent.

Seeing that she was about to gain the upper hand, the drunk man came over to help after recovering.

"Brother, let me help you!"

"Quickly take this bitch's hand off my head!" the wretched man roared with a ferocious face.

"I'll come!" The drunk man tugged at Mo Xiaoyu's hand.

Mo Xiaoyu tried his best but refused to let go. Unfortunately, his strength was still not strong enough for the drunken man. With the howl of the wretched man, Mo Xiaoyu's hand was finally torn away.

With the little hand being torn apart, a few strands of hair drifted from between Mo Xiaoyu's fingers.

"Ah, my hair!" The wretched man groaned as he touched the top of his bald head.

"Brother!" The drunken man hurried forward to check.

Mo Xiaoyu opened his palm, a few strands of hair remained between his fingers, and upon closer inspection, there was still blood on it.

"I'm sorry, I'm too harsh." Mo Xiaoyu blew the hair on his hands without sincerity, and took the opportunity to run towards the entrance of the alley.

"Grab her, don't let her run away!" the wretched man covered his head and roared angrily.

"Yes!" The drunk man reacted quickly and immediately chased after him.

Mo Xiaoyu ran with all his strength, shouting as he ran, "Help, molestation."

Although this is against her violent woman demeanor, who told her that she has no strength now.

Not caring about face, Mo Xiaoyu shouted louder and louder.

No one appeared after shouting for a long time, so Mo Xiaoyu had to run faster.

Seeing that he was about to run out of the alley, he was grabbed by the drunk man.

"I'll let you run again!" The drunk man clasped Mo Xiaoyu's arms because of his previous experience.

Mo Xiaoyu struggled a few times, but couldn't break free at all, so he could only drag his neck and shout towards the alley: "Help! Someone help me!"

"You shout!" The wretched man ran over at this moment: "Even if you shout your throat, no one will come to save you!"

Mo Xiaoyu almost couldn't laugh when he heard this classic line. Is this guy here to be funny?
Especially since he has a bald spot on his head, which is just too funny.

If it weren't for the current situation, Mo Xiaoyu might have laughed out loud.

"Little beauty, you can laugh if you want, and my brother will make you cry later." The wretched man laughed.

"Pfft haha." The drunk man couldn't help laughing, and loosened Mo Xiaoyu's hand a little.

The wretched man gave the drunk man a hard look, and approached him while unbuttoning his belt.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Mo Xiaoyu bent his legs and was about to kick the wretched man.

The wretched man raised his hand to block it, and said viciously: "I advise you to be honest, otherwise you will suffer a lot."

"Bah!" Mo Xiaoyu spit out a mouthful of saliva, which just smeared on the wretched man's eyes.

The wretched man cursed, Mo Xiaoyu took the opportunity to pull out an arm, put up two fingers, and aimed at the drunken man's eyes.

The drunk man dodged subconsciously, and let go of his hand again. Mo Xiaoyu endured the weakness of his legs and ran quickly.

"Smelly woman!"

The drunken man and the wretched man raised their feet and chased after him. Mo Xiaoyu grabbed his clothes before taking two steps. Mo Xiaoyu struggled forward, and with a tearing sound, his sleeves were ripped off, revealing a large white shoulder. At the same time, someone kicked her leg and fell to the ground.

"Oh." Mo Xiaoyu cried out in pain when his knee hit the ground.

"See where you're going!" The wretched man grabbed one of her ankles and tried to pull her back.

Mo Xiaoyu turned around and kicked him, just right in his hand, the wretched man suffered pain, Mo Xiaoyu took the opportunity to get up, but was stopped by the drunk man.

"I advise you to save your energy and take good care of us both." The drunk man looked at Mo Xiaoyu's exposed shoulders with an evil look on his face.

"Don't come here." Mo Xiaoyu staggered back a few steps, but was pushed by the drunk man, and his back hit the wall.

Mo Xiaoyu snorted, the drunken man exerted so much strength that she felt a sharp pain in her back.

Too bad, the incision in the lower back was hit, it hurts so much.

Mo Xiaoyu's face was pale, and when she realized it, both arms were firmly held by the drunken man, and at the same time, he used his feet to support Mo Xiaoyu's feet.

Mo Xiaoyu tried to struggle, but he couldn't use his strength at all. He had been running away all night, and his strength was exhausted.

"Take it easy, I'm going to feel bad for hurting the beauty." The wretched man also came over and reached out to touch Mo Xiaoyu's face.

"Don't touch me!" Mo Xiaoyu turned his face away, desperate in his heart.

"The temper is really hot, that's how it tastes."

"That's right, big brother, hurry up, it's my turn when you're done." The drunken man echoed, his tone full of passion.

"I can't do without you."

Mo Xiaoyu listened to the two men commenting on her with a pale face, struggled a few times unwillingly, but still couldn't move her hands and feet, she pursed her lips, intending to do it again on purpose.

The wretched man saw it right away, covered her mouth with one hand, and was about to tear off Mo Xiaoyu's clothes with the other.

"Get out, huh huh." Mo Xiaoyu cursed vaguely, with a flash of determination in his eyes.

If she was really touched by them, she would rather die!
Just when Mo Xiaoyu closed his eyes in despair, put his tongue under his teeth, and was about to bite down cruelly, the wretched man was suddenly kicked away by a horizontal kick, and his body flew into the air and flew far away.

"Brother!" The drunken man screamed, before he had time to react, he was punched to the ground by someone who came, his head hit the ground heavily and passed out.

Mo Xiaoyu closed his eyes and heard a few muffled groans, feeling the shackles loosen from his body.

She quickly opened her eyes, and saw two villains fell to the ground, one was unconscious, and the other was holding his stomach and crying for pain.

is she dreamingWhere did this hero save her life?
"Are you okay?" the hero said.

Mo Xiaoyu put away his scrutiny, and looked at his savior in surprise: "An Zhengye? Why are you here?"

"You called me." An Zhengye frowned.

"I called you?" Mo Xiaoyu was taken aback, did she really call out?
Before she could figure it out, Mo Xiaoyu shivered when the night wind blew.

"It's so cold." Mo Xiaoyu rubbed his arms exposed to the wind, and just about to rub his body when he was wrapped up in a coat.

"This……"

"Wear it." An Zhengye said lightly.

There was still warmth on the jacket, Mo Xiaoyu blushed slightly, and murmured: "Thank you."

"Get in the car." An Zhengye put his arms around her shoulders, his tone still cold.

"Oh." Mo Xiaoyu stepped up to follow, obediently followed An Zhengye into the car.

Seeing Mo Xiaoyu fasten his seat belt, An Zhengye said, "I'll take you home."

Ever since he was rescued, Mo Xiaoyu felt like he was in a dream. Hearing this, he seemed to wake up from a dream. Just as he was about to agree, he suddenly remembered something: "Leave later, my bag is still in the alley. I'm going down to get a bag."

As he spoke, he reached for the doorknob.

"You wait here, I'll go." An Zhengye said coldly, opened the car door and walked out.

"It's so fierce." Mo Xiaoyu pursed her lips, for the sake of An Zhengye's hero saving the beauty, she should forgive his attitude generously.

Not long after, An Zhengye's tall and straight figure walked out of the alley, got into the car and put the bag in his hand in the middle of the car seat: "See what's missing?"

Mo Xiaoyu opened the bag and took a rough look. The mobile phone and wallet are all there, and other bits and pieces are not important: "Thank you, everything is missing."

An Zhengye hummed coldly and started the car directly.

It wasn't until the car drove away from the bustling bar street that Mo Xiaoyu's tense mood relaxed, and he let out a long breath of relief.

She glanced back in shock, she would never come to such a dangerous place again.

The car gradually drove to the road, and Mo Xiaoyu finally recovered. She belatedly realized that it was An Zhengye who drove the car tonight, and he was still wearing casual clothes, so he should have come from home.

His jaw was tense, which made his already beautiful jaw line more obvious. His big hands with well-defined joints skillfully manipulated the steering wheel, which looked extraordinarily attractive.