Ace Sniper Wife

"You're all wet."

Song Zichen's voice suddenly becomes gentle. It seems that even the ice can melt out of the gentle, gentle and gentle brush, can warm people's hearts.

However, night qianxiao's heart is an inch of cool thorough.

She had just raised her other hand, and the wrist was also caught.

Her legs were as heavy as lead, and her unconsciousness made her unable to move. Her heart was burning with anger. She lifted her eyes, and her eyes were sharp, and she was so murderous.

From the angle above, the two of them seemed to be embracing each other.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger. Liu Wanyan, who is holding an umbrella to look for someone, stops at ten meters away in surprise. Her heels are rooted in place. It seems that the two figures embracing each other appear unprepared.

This picture, like a needle, stabs into the heart, not even into the root.

It's too painful.

The hand holding the handle of the umbrella was tight, and the joints were pale.

The face of the wind blows the rain on the body, as if the eyes are wet, overflowing water from the corner of the eye sliding moment, but with boiling hot temperature.

With her eyes closed and tears sliding down her cheek, Liu Wanyan breathed deeply and did not want to take another look.

Turn around and leave.

But the thin figure, the umbrella on her head, was crumbling.

"She's gone."

Until that wipe figure disappears, night thousand Xiao just coldly open mouth.

Her voice was as cold as ice.

Murderous.

Song Zichen suddenly released her.

In a flash, night qianxiao pale hand clenched his fist, in a sudden, severely hit song Zichen's face in the past.

The bottom of his eyes crossed and he was surprised. Song Zichen managed to avoid it. But then night qianxiao put another fist in front of him and hit him hard on his right face with an unavoidable speed!

With a hard blow, song Zichen staggered back two steps.

"Asshole!"

Not angry to scold the sound, night qianxiao Mou bottom edge does not reduce, spin the body to fly a foot, full of strength toward just stand firm song Zichen kick past.

The sense of crisis suddenly approached, song Zichen subconsciously raised his elbow to block, and again took the two feet of night qianxiao.

He didn't fight back.

"It has nothing to do with me whether you like her or not." Night qianxiao cold face, hard to grasp his collar, delicate face cold as ice, "don't pull me!"

Damn it!

It's very rare for her to do so!

It's rare to have been so bent!

She should have guessed that song Zichen was trying to come here at this time!

But this bastard used her so thoroughly when she knew it!

"I didn't want to pull you," Song Zichen suddenly laughed, laughing like a demon. He wiped the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth. The smile was a bit crazy. "But you are the best relationship with her, and I can't help it."

Night thousand Xiao fist slightly trembles, once again vigorously toward song Zichen waved in the past.

The air suddenly extended a hand, her lack of strength to grasp the fist.

Over training made her physically exhausted, and she had no way to fight against song Zichen. If she hadn't been caught off guard just now, I'm afraid she couldn't have beaten song Zichen.

Now, song Zichen has enough vigilance.

"What's your purpose?"

But although in a weak position, night qianxiao's momentum is not weak at all.

"She does not like me," Song Zichen suddenly squinted, eyeground across a silk of interest, "I like her very much."