Chapter 138
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Perhaps in the next second, the flower-like girl would wither in an instant.
Bang!
A figure flew out and slid a few meters on the ground. That hand hung limply on the ground. It was obviously crippled.
The girl's black eyelashes were thick and teardrops hung from them. The wind rolled up her high ponytail and messed up her hair. There were a lot of men in black at her feet. She looked like a God of Death walking out of the ruins.
She slowly looked at Yan Zezheng and curved her eyes at him.
She still looked pure and harmless.
Yan Zezheng stopped wiping his glasses calmly. That contemptuous smile froze on his lips. It looked very strange and ugly.
Everything happened so fast that he almost didn't see the girl's movements clearly. The girl was already in front of him.
That pair of empty eyes was filled with the smell of blood. It was as if something in her body had been awakened.
"Now, it's your turn!"
She clenched her fist and punched at Yan Zezheng's face with a force that could break the air.
In the next second, under everyone's dumbfounded gazes, a large hand suddenly appeared and easily caught her fist, gently pulling her into an embrace.
His voice was low and hoarse, doting and tolerant.
"Shh!"
The big hand covered her eyes and the man comforted her in a low voice. "Be good, okay?"
The girl's thin back stiffened for a moment. After smelling the fresh scent of the man, she slowly softened.
She raised her little face. The blood in her eyes faded little by little, revealing a bit of confusion. "Brother?"
Huo Yunque lowered his eyes. "Yes, I'm here."
A simple sentence instantly brought out all the grievances in Song Yaoyao.
She burst into tears and threw herself into the man's arms.
She pointed behind her and said, "Brother! They hit me! Sob sob sob, look at my hand! "
Huo Yunque took her little hand. The back of her hand was red and swollen like a steamed bun.
Stormy waves were surging in his eyes, but his face was still calm.
He lowered his head slightly and gently blew on it.
"Good girl."
He carried the crying little girl in his arms and slowly walked towards Huo Yunque. Suddenly, there was a hair-raising crack. Huo Yunque stopped in his tracks.
Lowering his eyes, the hand under his feet was broken from being stepped on.
He paused and frowned. "Sorry, I didn't pay attention to my feet."
Elegant, refined, and courteous.
In the next second, there was the sound of another bone breaking.
Very good, this time it was completely hopeless.
Unless there was a doctor who could put the broken bones back together piece by piece like a jigsaw puzzle.
The parents and students were all dumbfounded.
He was speechless.
Was this still the awe-inspiring little girl who had punched the tiger of the Southern Mountains and kicked the dragon of the Northern Sea?
Why was she crying endlessly and feeling wronged?
She even complained that the other party hit her?
Shen Xun licked the blood from the corner of his lips. This was the first time he had seen Song Yaoyao throw herself into someone's arms without any scruples and wantonly cry.
Brother?
So it was him?
When Song Jingwan received the news, Huo Yunque was already on his way.
The two of them arrived one after the other.
She walked up the stairs and saw a familiar figure.
That person had his usual casual tone and was gentle and cheerful.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Yan."
Yan Zezheng was shocked and couldn't regain his senses. "Mr. Huo, you and her …"
"My child is naughty. I'm very sorry." Huo Yunque lowered his eyes and chuckled. "But I have a business deal to discuss with you. Are you interested?"
Discussing business here?
Everyone was shocked and afraid. They were shocked because they couldn't figure out what this man was thinking. They were afraid because …
This was the reclusive Mr. Huo who rarely appeared in public?
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