Chapter 322
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Although he had only known the Asian boy for a short time, he was convinced by his words.
Nonsense, what he said was the truth, and it was even in professional terms. How could anyone not be convinced?
He subconsciously opened his arms to save Wendy, who was about to fall to the ground. But Suzanna didn't know that the blonde girl only knew that Wendy was about to hug John.
The fiery temper of a Californian chick surged. This continent had the most motorcycle gangs and skinheads, so naturally, it had its own natural spiciness.
"Wahhh …" John wanted to say, "Stop fooling around, I'm trying to save someone," but before he could say it, Suzanna's fiery red lips sealed his mouth.
His T-shirt was pulled by Suzanna. Then Suzanna turned his head over and turned his whole body sideways. His open arms were patted down by two small hands, and they obediently held onto her slender waist.
As a result, a gap suddenly appeared in the crowd, and Wendy's landing spot was probably right in front of the couple who were passionately kissing. She either fell flat on her face or had her mouth bitten on the ground. It was quite tragic, and both her body and mind were injured.
Qin Guan saw the sudden change in the field and saw Wendy's slender legs. If she landed without any cushioning, the consequences would be severe.
If it was a light injury, it could be a sprained ankle or a slight bone fracture. Anyway, for a dancer, this was a very serious accident.
"Not good!" Even Cong Nianwei sensed that something was wrong. Out of sympathy, she looked in Wendy's direction and pushed him gently.
"Think of something!"
"Wei Zi, I'm not Xiao Moxian with the Body Fixing Spell. How can I help you? I have to do it myself. If Qin Guan rushed over there, he would only be a human shield."
Qin Guan couldn't care less. Saving people was more important!
Everyone's eyes were focused on the handsome man and beautiful woman who were kissing fiercely. When they turned their eyes again, they saw an unlucky Asian man rushing over from the side. He was standing right where Wendy's feet had landed.
Have you ever played whack-a-mole? It was just that the hammer had turned into a foot. Thanks to his tall figure, Qin Guan was able to avoid the fate of being hit by the hammer.
Unfortunately, his beautiful chin was kicked up by the foot. If only he could apply some Qizheng Painkiller Ointment to his chin. If it swelled up, he would have to take it to the Columbia University campus.
The tragedy lasted only a few seconds, but it would continue. Qin Guan leaned back due to the impact. Cong Nianwei, who had experienced the strength of his waist, was not worried about him at all.
However, they had forgotten that this move was a sharp weapon to show off when dodging fists. It was a magic weapon to show off, but if you still subconsciously bent down when a living person weighing more than 100 kilograms was charging at you, it was no different from being stupid.
Wendy sat on top of him, stepping on his face with her right foot and between his legs with her left foot. To put it bluntly, it was his crotch.
Qin Guan wanted to straighten his body, but he didn't give up when the man rushed over. He swung his arms like oars and pushed forward with a whirring sound.
Everyone had used this move when they were kids. Qin Guan had even given it a nice name: Tiger Wind Fist.
It was a pity that he fell back. Sometimes, a man could conquer nature. Cong Nianwei covered her mouth in shock.
Cong Nianwei covered her mouth in shock. She looked at the place where Qin Guan's head had fallen. Finally, there was a thick lawn. She let out a sigh of relief and rushed over to Qin Guan, ignoring Yan 'er, who had been kicked up by the wind.
"Get up! How long are you going to sit on my boyfriend?"
Cong Nianwei asked Wendy, who was standing on Qin Guan's body in a daze.
If it wasn't for this girl getting distracted during the dance and doing something that a dancer shouldn't do, my boyfriend wouldn't have suffered so much!
Cong Nianwei's tone turned colder. "Get off me! Did you do it on purpose? Or do you like to show your underwear in front of a group?"
Cong Nianwei pulled Wendy out of her daze. She looked down at her own posture.
Her skirt was a little upturned. The Asian girl didn't know that it was safety pants, which were used to protect her from being exposed during the dance.
She lifted her hands from Qin Guan's abdomen reluctantly and got off him. She walked to the side and tidied up her clothes.
Wendy's eyes were glued to Qin Guan's face. When she had leaned over, she had realized that the Asian boy had a dazzling light.
He had a pair of beautiful and mysterious eyes under his black-rimmed glasses. His skin was delicate, and his pores were almost invisible. Why was the light gone when she turned her head?
He was lying there obediently, waiting for his girlfriend to examine him. He looked just like a gentleman. He didn't look as heart-pounding and thirsty as Wendy had seen.
"Are you alright?" Cong Nianwei asked nervously as she helped him up and patted the dirt off his body.
"I'm fine. My back hurts a little. Mom brought me some safflower oil. Give me a massage tonight."
"Okay. Your chin is bruised too. I'll clean it for you tonight."
Narrowing his eyes, Qin Guan let her wipe the dirt off his face with her small handkerchief. His eyes were filled with a doting smile.
Wendy, who had been observing him closely, suddenly felt that it was a hot summer at Columbia University. She was right. The mysterious Asian boy was dazzlingly beautiful, like the brightest lighthouse in Times Square. Then, he dimmed down and became like an ordinary person.
John stopped kissing. Wendy was safe, and Qin Guan was fine. He felt relieved. If Suzanna had killed Qin Guan, it would have been even more chaotic.
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