As a beautiful person, he became popular in the variety show and flirted with the villain

He was jealous of Qi Mo, jealous of Qi Mo being so protected by Wen Qing.

Wen Qing didn't know the dark thoughts in Lu Yiming's mind, her eyes shifted from the dirty Lu Yiming to Qi Mo.

Her eyes were condensed on the dried blood on Qi Mo's face, and her eyes gradually became smudged with moisture.

Lu Yiming succeeded? !

Is she late?
Wen Qing was trembling all over, Qi Mo was an all-around idol, this face was almost the starting point of everything about Qi Mo.

Is it ruined? !
She gritted her teeth and tried hard to calm herself down.

How to do? !

What should I do? !
The boundless guilt in her heart nearly overwhelmed Wen Qing, and the piercing pain in her heart almost made Wen Qing unsteady, her chest heaved violently, and her eyes were fixed on Lu Yiming who was under her feet.

He clenched his fists tightly, let go of the foot on Lu Yiming's wrist as if showing mercy, bent down like dragging a dead dog, and lifted Lu Yiming up.

Lu Yiming was grabbed by Wen Qing's collar, just like Lu Yiming grabbed Qi Mo's collar just now.

Lu Yiming met Wen Qing's scarred and cold eyes, his black eyes were surging, like a ferocious monster hidden inside, trying to swallow Wen Qing!

The corners of her lips turned up suddenly when she saw Wen Qing's raised fist, and the bottom of her eyes was filled with turbulent waves!

That kind of pathological paranoia and satisfied eyes shocked Wen Qing!

"Wen Qing. Are you going to beat me for him?"

Lu Yiming's hoarse and magnetic voice whispered in Wen Qing's ear, his cold eyes fixed on Qi Mo who was behind Wen Qing, but when he passed Wen Qing, there was a softness in his eyes.

Half of Lu Yiming's face was dark and gloomy reflected by the faint moonlight, while the other half was completely hidden in the black shadow.

boom--

Wen Qing was also chilled by Lu Yiming's creepy paranoia, instead of responding to Lu Yiming's words just now, he chose to speak with actions.

Wen Qing was furious!
That punch bruises the corner of Lu Yiming's mouth.

But when she thought of Lu Yiming ruining Qi Mo, she couldn't hold back her strength.

boom--

Then he punched Lu Yiming in the face.

The next step is to attack Lu Yiming's body where it hurts the most and is not easy to be noticed.

Wen Qing did not miss Lu Yiming's strangely satisfied eyes.

In her heart, she scolded Lu Yiming countless times as a lunatic!The strength of his subordinates has not diminished at all!

Wen Qing's eyes turned red, seeing Lu Yiming's disgusting perverted eyes, she couldn't control the thoughts in her heart.

"Wen Qing, stop."

Looking at Wen Qing's style of play, Qi Mo frowned tightly, and his deep eyes were full of worry.

"Wen Qing, stop! I'm fine!"

But Wen Qing has fallen into the emotional vortex of self-blame and lost his mind.

Now she just wants Lu Yiming who ruined Qi Mo to be punished as he should!

She turned a deaf ear to Qi Mo's words, and continued with her actions. Then Qi Mo took a breath, looked at Lu Yiming who was pressed against the wall and seemed to have half-closed eyes, and said the following words.

"Wen Qing, I hurt"

Qi Mo's clothes were stained with blood stains, his eyes were water-colored, and he smiled gracefully, but his eyelids drooped weakly, his breath seemed faint, and his lips quivered slightly as he said these words.

Qi Mo's voice is light and shallow, like the first morning of waking up, clean and thorough.

But these words made Wen Qing stop, like a stop button. As soon as Qi Mo said it hurts, Wen Qing stopped, and looked back at the cold and noble man who seemed to be extremely fragile. juvenile.

He stood there quietly, dressed in simple black, his messy hair did not damage Qi Mo's delicate face, the blood on his face made Qi Mo's whole body broken and empty.

But she still smiled gracefully, her thick eyelashes were distinct, trembling slightly, her skin was as white as jade, so pale that she was sickly, "Wen Qing, I'm in so much pain!"

His pale fingers touched Wen Qing's beautiful face in the air, rubbed gently, and then frowned as if in pain, his face was a bit sad, and the beautiful thin lips were gone. Bloody, his voice trembled for a few moments, his voice was almost breathless, making people feel tired for no reason.

The hand that touched Wen Qing's face in the air was still dripping with blood.
The good-looking hands were completely stained with blood, and the slender figure seemed to be faintly overwhelmed.

Wen Qing's breath was stagnant, she let go of Lu Yiming from her hand, walked over, and gently held Qi Mo in her arms.

That tall and tall figure seemed to be like precious colored glaze, Wen Qing didn't dare to touch it forcefully, for fear that it would break if touched.

"Why does it hurt, Qi Mo?"

Her flushed eye sockets gradually filled with tears, which wet the slender eyelashes.

"Wen Qing, my hand hurts"

Qi Mo slowly raised his blood-stained hand.

Wen Qing followed Qi Mo's gaze and saw those hands.

"So. Is it just your hand that hurts?"

Wen Qing was afraid that her question would get a bad answer.

"Hmm, my hand hurts."

Of course Qi Mo knew what Wen Qing meant. If Wen Qing hadn't come in time just now, if he hadn't blocked Lu Yiming's switchblade at the cost of scratching his own hand, or even using his own tendon, he might really be like Wen Qing. What Qing thought was completely ruined by Lu Yiming.

Fortunately, Wen Qing is here.

"The blood on your face"

Qi Mo's face was too scary, almost half of his face was stained with blood, so Wen Qing didn't dare to look carefully, she was afraid that she couldn't bear it.

"It's dripping from your hands."

Qi Mo explained weakly that he already felt a little confused.

"Wen Qing, you take me away, okay?"

Qi Mo grabbed Wen Qing's clothes corner with that good hand, as if insecure.

His beautiful eyes seemed to gradually lose their focus, and he closed them tiredly, but his hand still stubbornly grabbed the corner of Wen Qing's clothes.

It was as if he had grasped that hope, he didn't know if Wen Qing would leave him, but he only wanted to go with Wen Qing.

"it is good."

Wen Qing gritted her teeth, and carried Qi Mo into her arms with a little effort. Qi Mo lay quietly in Wen Qing's arms in the posture of a princess hug.

That clean half face, beautiful and beautiful, and those delicate eyebrows, when Wen Qing hugged her, it was like a princess hugging her prince.

It's just that the prince needs to sleep because he is tired.

And because of the severe pain, Lu Yiming, who was unwilling to close his eyes gradually, exhausted his last ounce of strength, staring at the backs of the two leaving.
If Wen Qing saw that paranoid and viscous gaze, he would definitely not be able to help but turn around and make up for it again.
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[Ding~ Mission decision! 】

【Lu Yiming didn't expect that when he was about to succeed, you suddenly appeared and interrupted him. He seemed to have given up struggling and was willing to be beaten by you! 】

【He looks at your eyes that are still cold and beautiful even after being angry, and he actually feels a strange satisfaction in his heart.】