After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

"I said the world is unsafe. You don't listen to me. Are you just waiting for this day? I'll save the beauty?"

The man looked down and said these words with a light smile at the corners of his mouth. What floated in the bottom of his eyes was also a slightly improper bad smile.

Song ran looked at him. The knuckles hanging on his side gradually loosened and asked him, "how do you want to save him?"

"Of course..." his eyes turned around, looked at all those bastards, and then looked at the woman directly in front, "of course it was the police."

Hearing the "alarm", someone panicked, looked around, and made a plan to withdraw at any time. Another leading gangster who had not spoken looked at Shan Rao before and after, and seemed much more calm than others.

"Alarm?" He groaned, "a group of our brothers have an appointment to come here for a snack. One doesn't fight, the other doesn't commit a crime. What police do you call? It's illegal to call a fake police officer, my friend. "

"Nothing wrong?" Shan Rao nodded and turned to see Mu Ming, who had finished buying drinks and came this way. He sneered and laughed, "since there is nothing wrong, I'll take the young lady first and you can eat slowly."

With that, before Song ran could react, he leaned forward, took her hand and walked forward with human steps.

The man's palm is cold and covered on the back of her hand, but the palm is wide and thick, which can wrap all her slightly curled fists, and the strength is not light or heavy.

She was pulled all the way by him and left the stall of the noodle shop. She vaguely noticed that someone had been following behind, and the palm of her hand unknowingly had a layer of damp sweat.

Later, I heard someone drink "stop!"

After leaving the night market, just walking to the open street, the group of people followed out. I don't know when the baseball bat came into another person's hand. He spit on the palm and waved the pole to fight, "you can go, miss. We like it. We don't want to go today."

He held the baseball bat in his hand and was ready to swing it at any time, but this posture fell into Shan Rao's eyes and was seen through at a glance. "The villains I saw when I was 18 are ten times more terrible than you. Now this posture can't scare people."

With that, he released the woman's hand, protected her behind him, turned his head and whispered in her ear, then turned his wrist and prepared for the battle.

Song ran listened to his words and stepped back, intending to go in the direction of the parking lot.

In the crowd, Mu Ming, who chased all the way, took the lead. Before he knew the situation, he grabbed one of them by the shoulder and punched him hard.

Then the scene became chaotic.

Shan Rao and Mu Ming did not choose to call the police, because the Song family is now on the cusp of the storm. It is inevitable that public opinion news will spread again after the alarm, which may not be a good thing for song ran.

Song ran went to a place close to the parking lot. Yan Hao, who had been told to wait in the car, saw him. He hurriedly opened the door and came down to meet him. Then he asked about the situation. He was so anxious that he ignored it and ran out.

Yan Hao was not good at boxing. He was beaten and lay on the ground just in the past. There was a layer of Venus in his eyes and trembling in his mouth, shouting "young master".

Anyway, if something happens to the young master, he will not live.

Song ran sat in the car alone. After thinking for a moment, he got down from the co driver's seat, walked around to the driver's seat, then started the engine and drove out.

Late at night, on the pedestrian square at the corner of the night market, a black car increased its horsepower and sped away towards the crowd.

"Get in the car!"

When the car stopped, she gave a light ho to the man closest to her, and then opened the door.

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About half an hour later, the black car stopped at the gate of the municipal hospital. A woman with blood stains and three men with varying degrees of injuries got off the car.

The one who was most seriously injured was now unconscious, with cold sweat on his forehead and blood on his white shirt.

"Young master..." I saw that the man was pushed into the emergency room by the action hospital bed. The young man who was beaten to squint behind him had tears in his eyes and his nose was red.

Song ran looked at the scene and couldn't tell what it was like in her heart.

Next to her, there was a faint dark Mu Ming at the corner of her mouth. When she approached, she had time to ask her, "is there any injury?"

Song ran shook her head wearily, then raised her feet, followed the action hospital bed that had disappeared at the end of the corridor, and went to the emergency room.

The crisp sound of high-heeled shoes stirred in the empty hospital corridor. The man behind her stood there with his side eyes, watching her footsteps drift away.

Her palm was also wrapped with dried and solidified blood. She cleaned it in the bathroom and sat in the corridor outside the hospital.

There are many pictures in her head, the most of which is the knife that a man leaned over to block her not long ago.

Everything happened so suddenly that before she even had time to react carefully, the other party had fallen into her arms, and then the palm covering his waist felt a warm liquid gurgling out.

At the moment, the young man sitting next to her was tired of crying. He looked up quietly, sucked his nose and comforted: "Miss Song, don't be too stressed. It's my fault in the end."

At that time, song ran drove to meet the three people. Seeing Yan Hao squinting and shaking, he got out of the car and helped them.

But the target of the group was very clear. When they saw her coming down, someone took a dagger out of their pocket and rushed straight over.

Song ran saw the man with fierce eyes and the dagger with cold light. Before her brain completely reacted, someone had eliminated all the crises before her.

She only heard a shallow dull hum above her head. Then she saw the man frowning and gnashing his teeth, turned and kicked the man away, and pushed her into the car.

Later, when she drove out of the crowd, her bloody palm was numb.

The man was afraid of her worry. During this period, he always clenched his teeth and didn't make a sound. Later, the liquid flowing from his waist flowed down the cortical cushion and became a string of beads, and the man gradually became weak.

I don't know if song ran could hear the man next to her. All she knew was that her eyes were empty and her eyebrows were stained with strong fatigue.

Yan Hao looked sideways, pursed his lips, and said, "our young master has heard about the Song family. Miss Song should have a lot of things to do tomorrow. Why don't you go back and have a rest first?"

As soon as the voice fell, the door of the emergency room was pushed open not far away. The nurse chased out and hurriedly caught up with the man who was going out in his coat, "Sir, your wound has just been treated. I suggest you lie down and rest..."

A series of movements interrupted the cold dialogue between the two outside the door.

Song ran stood up and saw Shan Rao, who had recovered some spirit after treatment. At the moment, he was wrapped in a blood stained shirt, with gauze wrapped around his waist, and his semi open strong chest was exposed in his sight.

She stood there fixedly, staring at the man's slightly pale face, and the square hooked the arc of the evil charm of the corners of her lips, smiling in response to her eyes.

Looking at each other for a few seconds, the man suddenly lowered his head and smiled, "why, are you worried about me?"