Hey, I'm Leaving Again

The man threw away his waiter's clothes, pushed song ran to the ground, lay down on her neck and sniffed twice. The whole man's face looked like he was enjoying it.

Song ran can only feel strong nausea.

Her hand pressed against the man's arm to stop him from moving next.

"If you're not crazy, I advise you to let go of me now, or you'll regret it."

"Oh, song ran, do you think you are still the eldest miss of the Song family? Ha ha, ha ha, the Song family has long fallen. Who doesn't know here. How can you threaten me?"

The man had great strength. After he finished speaking, he began to tear song Ran's clothes.

Song ran groped on the ground for a long time. Finally, she found her bag and bit her teeth. She smashed the bag on the man's head.

"Little bitch, how dare you hit me?"

Song ran looked at the man. There was nothing like his submissive appearance just now. She didn't dare to delay for a moment. When the man touched her head, she got up from the ground and began to run.

"How dare you run?"

The man reacted and saw song ran running. He spit and started to catch up with song ran.

After all, men still run much faster than women. What's more, song Ran's high heels fell off in the friction just now. Now she runs barefoot on the ground.

Just two or three steps away, the man pressed song ran under him again.

"Little bitch, I dare to run after you fight. See how I deal with you today."

Song Ran Ran Ran into a stone on one side and was thrown away by him when he wanted to hit the man.

"How dare you beat me?"

The man grabbed song Ran's hair and hit the ground twice.

Song ran felt dizzy in front of her eyes. Something hot seemed to flow down her forehead and paste her sight.

The man pressed on her and kept tearing her clothes.

No, she can't just be taken away.

Just as song ran was about to bite off the root of her tongue, she felt that the weight on her body was gone, and there was a man's respectful voice in her ear.

"Young master, it's all handled."

A pair of very gentle hands picked song ran up, and the respectful voice rang again.

"Young master, your body can't bear such..."

"Shut up and get the car ready."

Song Rimo woke up vaguely, and there was a man's happy voice in his ear.

"How do you feel?"

"It's you."

Song ran saw it was Qi Jun, pulled her lips, and then the whole person fainted in the man's arms.

On the other side, in the conference room, everyone was in a meeting, and a person's cell phone rang.

All the people are atmospheric and don't dare to go out. Today, Mo Qianxing is in a bad mood. Everyone can see who hit bad luck today and didn't turn off his mobile phone.

While everyone was in silence for the man, Mo Qian frowned and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

"Say."

Before the call was over, Mo Qianxing stood up from his position and walked towards the door.

Twilight clouds followed.

"Change the ticket to the current one. I want to go home."

"Mr. Mo, the meeting here has not been completed. There will be a meeting with Mr. Li tomorrow, and there will be..."

"Go and change your ticket now and leave the rest of the work here to Ye Chen."

Ye Chen is a good friend of Mo Qianxing for many years, but he is a merchant family, but he became a soldier. He dug him up again after a few days off. It is estimated that ye Chen will scold him behind his back.

When song ran woke up again, there was a good smell of mint in her nose. Before she could react, a voice appeared in her ear.

"You are awake. How are you going to compensate me for the mental loss these days?"

Song ran looks at Qi Jun, who seriously asks for spiritual loss fee, and doesn't respond.

Qi Jun looked at Song ran and thought she didn't like joking. He immediately pointed to the porridge on the table.

"Hey, I'm teasing you. Don't take it seriously. Are you hungry? There's porridge here. For your sake of being a patient, I'll barely give it to you."

Qi Jun succeeded in teasing song ran with a look of how much he had been wronged.

"Thank you, pray."

Qi Jun's eyes darkened. He nodded, but did not accept her thanks.

"In that case, you owe me a favor."

Song ran smiled. She didn't take Qi Jun's words seriously.

The doctor came round and looked at the two of them and smiled.

"This young lady seems to have recovered quite well. I don't know how she was hurt at a young age. She is thin and tender, scratched and easy to leave scars. As a boyfriend, you should take good care of your girlfriend."

Song ran just wants to deny it. Qi Jun has promised.

"Yes, doctor, is there anything else to pay attention to?"

"In addition, there is basically no more. During this period, try to eat less meat and eat something light, which is easier to recover."

The doctor said that and left the ward.

Qi Jun looked at Song ran and didn't want to talk much. He knew in his heart that she was a little awkward.

"I just went there to talk about things today."

Song ran looked up at him and knew that he was explaining today's affairs and smiled. He said so. If she wanted to care more, it would seem that she was too stingy.

They looked at each other and smiled.

The door of the ward was pushed open again, accompanied by the sound of the door opening and the sound of men's heavy footsteps.

Song ran was still sitting in bed drinking porridge. The next second, her arm was rudely grabbed by the man.

"Mr. Mo, you are very well informed."

Qi Jun's eyes fell on the man's arm holding song ran, and there was an unpleasant flash in his eyes.

"See you again."

The tone of Mo Qian's punishment was a little playful. The next second he had to lift the woman on the bed.

Qi Jun frowned.

"Mr. Mo, Ranran is hurt. I'm afraid Mr. Mo is a little inappropriate."

"Ran Ran?"

Mo Qianxing rereads the two words, hooks his lips, approaches song Ran's ear and inadvertently says.

"Song ran, your ability to hook people is still so strong."

After he finished speaking, regardless of song Ran's reaction, he would pick her up and take her away.

Qi Jun took two steps forward and held the man's arm. He didn't have much strength, but he felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"Mr. Mo, as I said, Ranran is hurt. I'm afraid it's not appropriate."

When Mo Qianxing heard this sentence, he smiled, released his hand holding song ran, turned and looked at Qi Jun with a sarcastic tone.

"I'm a little curious about what Mr. Qi said to me from what standpoint?"

He paused, and the smile on his mouth was ironic.

"Friends? Or song Ran's new lover?"

"That's enough, Mo Qianxing. Stop talking."

Song ran clenched her fist. She is not clean now, but Qi Jun is a good friend. She doesn't want him to come to see her with colored glasses in the future.

Mo Qianxing seemed to see through her mind and leaned close to her ear.

"Song ran, can't you stand it?"

"Mo Qianxing, I'll go with you. Stop talking."

The man smiled and touched song Ran's hair in a gentle tone.

"Let's go."

"Mo Qianxing, you can't take her away."