A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

It seems that Song Jiaoyang is going to call someone here. Did he think that she would stand here obediently and wait for his people to bully her.

Shu Ange played with the nunchaku in his hand, tilted his head with a mocking smile on the corners of his lips, and wore a baseball cap diagonally on his head.

Song Jiaoyang held Zhao Wanrong in his arms and touched her cheek pitifully.

"Who are you and why are you holding Wan Rong? Wan Rong, how are you?"

An anxious cry rang out, and Shu Ange looked up and saw Li Weiwen rushing over.

This surprised her a bit, she thought Wen Niluo would rush over first.

Li Weiwen rushed to Song Jiaoyang in three steps and two steps, stretched out his hand and pushed him, grabbed Zhao Wanrong's wrist, and pulled her into his arms.

Song Jiaoyang was unprepared for a while, and was pushed back two steps by Li Weiwen. After reacting, he immediately grabbed Zhao Wanrong's arm and yelled loudly, "Let go, what are you?"

Being insulted in front of his sweetheart, Li Weiwen exploded instantly like a lit firecracker.

"You old man doesn't seem very active at first glance, let go of Wan Rong, or I will call the police."

Zhao Wanrong was torn apart by the two of them, her face showing pain, and the panic in her heart was even more unspeakable. She never thought that something she had hidden for so long would be exposed under such circumstances.

"Student Li, let go, listen to me..."

"I won't let go, Wan Rong, he should let go of your hand."

Li Weiwen grabbed Zhao Wanrong's arm tightly and stared at Song Jiaoyang with a hostile expression.

Song Jiaoyang took a deep breath, untied his tie, and punched Li Weiwen's chin. He snorted, released Zhao Wanrong's chin, and squatted on the ground with his face covered.

"Wan Rong, are you scared? Who is this lunatic and why is he pestering you?"

"President Song, this is a classmate of mine. Let's go. This is not the place to talk. I will explain it to you in private."

Zhao Wanrong was afraid that the East Window incident would happen, so she took Song Jiaoyang's hand and was about to leave, but as soon as the two of them turned around, they met Wen Niluo who was walking towards them.

When she was with the gold master, she suddenly met her sweetheart. Zhao Wanrong subconsciously let go of Song Jiaoyang's hand and cried out with tears in her eyes, "Senior Wen."

Wen Niluo walked quickly to Zhao Wanrong, took her into his arms, took out a bottle of ointment, and said sympathetically, "Your face is so swollen, I'll give you the medicine."

"Thank you, Senior Wen."

Zhao Wanrong hummed softly, staring at Wen Niluo.

Song Jiaoyang, who was completely ignored, how could such a thing happen? He grabbed Zhao Wanrong's arm and warned her coldly: "Who is this? No matter who he is, you must remember who you are now. people."

As if struck by lightning, Zhao Wanrong looked at Wen Niluo with a little more panic.

"Who are you and why are you threatening Wanrong?"

Wen Niluo and Song Jiaoyang grabbed Zhao Wanrong's arm with one hand and fell into a confrontation. Li Weiwen got up from the ground, rushed to the two of them and shouted: "Let go of Wanrong, she is already crying, didn't you see it? "

"Li Weiwen, there is no place for you to speak here."

Wen Niluo was never happy with this rival in love, so he glanced at him and wanted to drive him away.

Li Weiwen shouted: "I really love Wanrong, you have no right to let me leave her, Wanrong, Xia Lingli beat you, right? I will avenge you!"

Shu Ange watched the play for a while, and noticed that someone was holding a mobile phone and filmed the scene of three men entangled with a woman, and decided to add fire to them.

She was really fed up, Li Weiwen felt good about herself and always seemed to add drama to herself.

"Since all of them are Zhao Wanrong's boyfriends, please let her remember one thing. You can say something, but don't say something nonsense, otherwise it won't be as simple as two slaps next time."

Shu Ange's words made Zhao Wanrong more uncomfortable than a slap. She broke free from Li Weiwen's embrace and slapped him angrily: "Don't touch me, I don't care about you."

Li Weiwen touched his cheek and stared blankly at Zhao Wanrong, his heart was sour and astringent, and he couldn't say anything for a while.

"Xia Lingli, don't blame me for hitting a woman if you spit blood again."

Wen Niluo took off his jacket, exposed his vest, and glared at Shu Ange.

Shu Ange played with the nunchaku in his hand, adjusted the position of the lower hat, revealing a half-white and round chin: "It seems that Chairman Wen likes to fight, please do it."

In Song Jiaoyang's impression, Zhao Wanrong was a simple female college student who had to sacrifice her self-esteem for her younger brother and seek to support her.

Her innocence and weakness, purity and beauty, greatly satisfied his vanity.

Now two handsome male college students who were younger than him, showed that they cared about her very much, which made him begin to doubt his own judgment.

Song Jiaoyang grabbed Zhao Wanrong's wrist and asked with a dark face, "Who are they and what is your relationship with them."

"I……"

Zhao Wanrong looked at Song Jiaoyang with tears in her eyes, gritted her teeth, and was at a loss, unable to speak.

Wen Niluo, who was aggressive and wanted to attack Shu Ange, saw this scene, snatched Zhao Wanrong from Song Jiaoyang's hands, and leaned over and kissed her lips in front of everyone.

Zhao Wanrong was unprepared, and was kissed by Nile when she heard that, Song Jiaoyang was green in public, and her face turned green with anger.

After a passionate kiss, Wen Niluo hugged Zhao Wanrong and swore sovereignty to Song Jiaoyang: "I'm Wanrong's boyfriend, this uncle, if you still have a sense of shame, please don't pester her."

Song Jiaoyang was angered by hearing Nile's words and the anger of wearing a cuckold, so he shouted out in public: "Stinky boy, she is a woman I support for 30,000 yuan a month. If you don't want to die, get out of here. Get away."

Not far away, the people who were joining in the fun and videotaping heard Song Jiaoyang's words and exclaimed one by one.

The big scene in front of them is really wonderful. They thought it was just an ordinary scene of three women competing for one man, but they didn't expect that the uncle in a suit was the gold owner of a crying female college student.

Hearing Song Jiaoyang insulting the goddess in his heart, Li Weiwen rushed towards him with a loud scream and punched him in the chest.

"You are not allowed to insult Wanrong. She is so pure, kind and beautiful. How could you insult her like this."

"Kill you to death and make you talk nonsense!"

Wen Niluo and Li Weiwen attacked Song Jiaoyang together. His two fists were no match for his four hands, and he was beaten back and forth again and again.

Seeing this, Zhao Wanrong burst into tears, stretched out her arms to block Song Jiaoyang, and cried, "Don't fight, please stop fighting, President Song, let's go first, okay?"

After watching the movie, Shu Ange threw off his nunchucks and said with a smile, "It seems that no one fought me today, which is a pity."