Ji Erye's squeamish bag is super cruel

Chapter 9 My patience is not good enough to let you off the second time
Wen Ruan just stood up, before taking a step, her legs were so weak that she almost fell to the ground.

Ji Boyan took two quick steps forward and supported her body.

The little girl's body is delicate and soft, like a freshly steamed sourdough bun, as if it would sink in if she exerted force.

Taking a deep breath, Ji Boyan put away all the distracting thoughts in his heart, bent down and wrapped her calf with his suit, then picked her up and walked outside.

The car drove all the way to Wen Ruan's house. In the dark night, there was only a dim yellow street lamp in front of their house, reflecting a small brick house.

"Second Master, I'll go up and get it for you." The soft voice was still hoarse, with the lingering aftertaste of crying just now, it sounded distressing.

"En." Ji Boyan responded, the driver opened the door for him, and he got out of the car.

When Wen Ruan came around from the front of the car, he saw Ji Boyan leaning against the car door, one long leg slightly bent, his hands slipped into his trouser pockets, his posture was lazy.

Wen Ruan glanced at him, and before he took two steps, he heard Ji Boyan's voice, low and undisciplined, as if reflected in the melting night, not in a hurry, with a bit of warning: "Wen Ruan, don't be here anymore." I'm playing tricks in front of you, my patience is not good enough to let you go a second time."

"Okay." Wen Ruan turned to look at him, replied timidly, then raised her foot and walked towards the door.

Ji Boyan waited below for about a minute, and then saw Wen Ruan running out of it crying like crazy.

Ji Boyan quickly stood up straight and walked towards her.

A middle-aged man came out behind Wen Ruan, walking crookedly, holding a wine bottle in his hand, cursing: "Damn's stinky cousin, just like your mother, who doesn't go home every day and doesn't give me money Hua, what's the use of me raising you? Damn money-losing..."

While talking, the middle-aged man threw out the wine bottle in his hand. Fortunately, he was drunk and had no strength, so the wine bottle exploded behind Wen Ruan, and the sound of shattering was mixed with the screaming and crying of the girl. Very clear in the silence of the night.

Ji Boyan looked at the middle-aged man, who was sloppy and drunk, and walked towards Wen Ruan. Seeing that the wine bottle hadn't hit Wen Ruan, he took off his shoes and staggered two steps forward. Throwing towards the soft back.

Ji Boyan moved faster than his brain, and took a step forward, holding the back of her head with his right hand, and her waist with his left hand, turned around quickly, and protected her in his arms, the shoe hit him On his back, he bottomed out and landed not far behind him.

The middle-aged man was a few steps away from them, he squinted his eyes and snorted, his tone was drunk and a bit vague: "How dare you blatantly bring a man back, your mother is more capable than your mother, and you always accompany people I'm asleep, and I haven't brought me some money to sell myself and come back to drink..."

The more he listened, the more gloomy the phoenix eyes became, and Ji Boyan's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

Looking down at Wen Ruan in his arms, she cried again, curled up in his arms and trembled, tears kept rolling down, but bit her lips tightly to prevent herself from crying, her tender lips were Bleeding out of her bite.

Ji Boyan stretched out his hand, parted her lips with his thumb, pressed her into his arms, and turned to look at the man.

I don't know if it's because of the alcohol, but he just lay down on the ground and didn't move, snoring like thunder.

Ji Boyan pursed his lips, looked at the man on the ground with cold eyes, then got into the car with the man in his arms.

(End of this chapter)