Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

Fu Liang was knocked unconscious by the brick, he could hardly hear the voice of the man in the flower shirt, his ears were filled with the sound of "buzzing" bees, and his vision was a little blurred.

Two streams of blood flowed down from his head, and ran down his fair and delicate cheeks, like red lotuses slowly blooming in the snow, it was shockingly beautiful.

But this kind of beauty can only be appreciated by Song Jingyuan.

With his hands in his pockets, he couldn't help but be attracted by Fu Liang's tragic beauty, walked out from the corner, and approached him slowly.

At this time, no one in the alley noticed this sick and delicate boy.

Shen Hao's eyes were filled with tears, he stared intently at the injured Fu Liang, and kept repeating two words: "Don't, don't, don't."

The man in the flowered shirt let out a bad breath, threw the brick aside, and teasingly hooked his lips: "I can't see that your head is quite hard."

The man with the broken eyebrow who was always pinching Fu Liang's left shoulder said nervously, "What should we do now? Are you going to kill him?"

The man in the floral shirt spread his hands: "I don't care."

Also being hit on the head by a brick, Fu Liang was so poignantly beautiful that people were fascinated, while the blood-smeared face of the man in the floral shirt was just disgustingly ugly.

At this time, Mung Douyan, who had been on the top of the sperm, took out a dagger with a sheath from the back of his waist and threw it in front of the muscular man: "He is half dead now, just kill him."

The muscular man twitched the corners of his lips, stood up unsteadily with his left palm on the ground, and held the dagger tremblingly in his right hand. He took off the dagger with one hand, and the blade was shiny and sharp.

At this moment, the setting sun has completely fallen into the sea of ​​clouds at some point, and the dark blue night is flooding from the sky like a tide, and the street lamps in the alleys are also lit up on time.

"go to hell."

The muscular man smiled viciously, and thrust the dagger into Fu Liang's lower abdomen...

"No!" Shen Hao hoarse.

However, the dagger in the muscular man's hand didn't stick to Fu Liang's body. Just when Fu Liang thought he was going to die, suddenly a figure rushed towards him, carrying the clear fragrance he was most familiar with.

It's Song Jingyuan.

The dagger of the muscular man stuck behind Song Jingyuan's waist.

"Brother, are you alright?"

Song Jingyuan asked concerned with shortness of breath, and gently stroked his cheek with his right hand, his face was covered with blood.

"Uh..." The pain on Fu Liang's body had already made him numb, but the blow that Song Jingyuan blocked for him actually activated all his consciousness, and his vision became clearer, "Why are you here?"

He felt the voice tremble.

"I follow you, you only have him in your eyes, but I only have you in my eyes." Song Jingyuan confessed in a warm voice enduring the pain.

The four young people were suddenly at a loss. They didn't expect that someone would appear at the critical moment, let alone that this person was the boss who interviewed them.

Song Jingyuan glanced lightly at the man with mung bean eyes. Even though the light was dim here, Song Jingyuan's fierce eyes still made him chill.

He swallowed his saliva, and was the first to throw away Shen Hao, turn around and run away.

Seeing him running away, the other three quickly ran away too.

Fu Liang: "..."

He supported Song Jingyuan's body and slid down the wall and sat on the ground paralyzed.

Shen Hao hurried forward and asked concerned: "Fu Liang, are you okay? I'll call an ambulance right away."

Fu Liang shook his head, and pressed his left hand on the wound on Song Jingyuan's back: "Are you okay?"

Song Jingyuan breathed intermittently, he smiled softly, his smile was too dreamy under the dim light, and the next second he plunged into Fu Liang's arms and passed out.