Systematic Director’s Tender Love

The girl raised her white face and found that someone saw an uneven road, and she couldn't help but feel refreshed. While shaking off a man who was holding her arm, he asked Mu Yichen for help:

"Good-hearted people, help! I worked overtime today. I just came out of the company and met these people. I had to take me to eat supper with them. I don't know them at all. Please help me!"

Mu Yichen glanced at the girl and found that it was not Zhao Donghan, and immediately lowered his eyelids in disappointment. He said nothing, turned and walked towards his car.

The few men who played rogue glanced at it, and Mu Yichen ignored it, so he ignored it. They turned their heads and continued with what had not been done just now-they reached out their hands roughly and tore off the buttons of the girl's coat.

The girl backed back, struggling, anxious and afraid in her heart. It's so late, and this place is so remote, she is a girl, where is the opponent of these men? It's hard to look forward to a savior. If this person leaves, the consequences of her tonight will be unimaginable. In a hurry, she hurriedly shouted:

"Please, don't go, I can give you money!"

Mu Yichen didn't stop and didn't make any response. He walked up to the car blankly.

The girl pushed away a salted pig's hand in disgust, and raised the volume:

"Otherwise, you can call the police for me!"

The man remained indifferent, reaching out his arm and opening the car door.

The girl's coat has been ripped off by the group. A tight-fitting fleece and a pair of straight jeans set off her exquisite figure. When the hooligans saw this, their saliva was about to flow out.

The girl was in a panic, her hands were still pushing and struggling unwillingly. With tears in his eyes, he looked at Mu Yichen's back imploringly, and shouted with all his strength:

"If it's someone you care about, and you are in danger today, I think you also hope someone will help her, right?"

A hooligan raised his hand, slapped her hard, and threatened:

"Call what? Call again, I will kill you TMD!"

The girl was beaten to the side of her head and subconsciously covered her face. The blood on the corner of his mouth and the tears on the corner of his eyes flowed down together, and despair oozes from his eyes.

The girl didn't notice, and when she finished her last sentence, Mu Yichen's movements suddenly stopped. The next second, with a bang, he slammed the door shut. Immediately, he turned his tall and straight body. Slender fingers moved slightly, unbuttoned the first button on the shirt, and loosened the tie on his neck.

He took off his long legs and walked back step by step. Like Satan from hell, his whole body exudes a cold hostility. As he walked, he counted in a low voice:

"one two Three……"

The girl thought that she must be over today. Unexpectedly, in an instant, the situation before him changed. The handsome man who had already left turned around and walked back at some point. He closed his thin lips and said a few numbers softly. With three punches and two feet, plus a round kick, the movements are clean and unrestrained.

When he counted to ten, all the hooligans had been knocked down by him. Some lay on the ground and sighed, and some lay on the side of the road, clutching their stomachs and panting. All of them had blue noses and swollen faces, and none of them had the strength to get up. They looked very miserable. But Mu Yichen was unscathed, tidyed up his clothes a little, and then walked to the car.

Girls look silly, and I didn't expect this kind of "superman" would appear in reality. Mu Yichen sat in the driver's seat gracefully and gave the girl a faint glance. Seeing that she was standing still, she twisted her eyebrows and reminded:

"Don't leave soon?"

The girl came back to her senses, and said awakely like a dream:

"Oh, thank you."

"No. If you want to thank you, thank yourself! If it weren't for you to say that, I wouldn't care about such nostalgia."

After all, the man stepped on the accelerator, and the red Maybach left.

Glancing at a few hooligans on the ground, the girl shivered with lingering fear, then turned and ran. While running, while trying to recall in my heart:

What did she say just now?

Mu Yichen drove slowly, continuing to search for Zhao Donghan. Her thin lips were pressed together tightly. On Jun's face, a layer of worry was enveloped, and there was no usual calmness at all.

Where will this girl go? Where is he going to find her? I hope she can be found safe and sound by him. I hope that, as the strange girl just said, even if Zhao Donghan is in danger, someone like him can show up in time to help her.

Mu Yichen didn't know that the woman who was so worried about him was sitting in a coffee shop on the corner of the street unharmed at this time, staring at the steaming black coffee in a daze.

Just now, Zhao Donghan was walking on the street. The autumn wind rustled, and she felt chills. It just so happened that I passed this coffee shop that was open 24 hours a day. She moulded her trouser pockets and found some change in it, so she stepped in and ordered a cup of coffee.

She stretched out her white index finger, drew circles on the table, and kept slandering in her heart:

That damned Mu Yichen, actually dare to use her to bet against others, what is she?

Annoying liar! It doesn't matter if you don't like her, but you still have to say those beautiful words, and the performance is so real, which touches her completely. It was a result of her giving her all her heart out and trusting him so much.

I only blame her for being too stupid, how could she easily believe his nonsense? What worries her the most is that when things have reached this point, everything has become clear, and she still can't let him go.

Now how to do? She had already said that she would not go back again. Lu Jiaqi went on a trip and didn't come back, so she had to go to Jiang Qian's house first and stay for one night. Thinking of this, Zhao Donghan turned on his cell phone and prepared to call Jiang Qian.

As soon as the phone screen was turned on, a dozen short messages were received in a series, all from the same man. Zhao Donghan was getting angry, so he made up his mind in his heart-resolutely not to look.

However, I really wanted to know what he would say in the message, and finally couldn't help but open it point by point. In each one, there is toughness and irritability between the lines.

——Zhao Donghan, are you good at it? Dare not answer the phone call of this young master!

——Woman, better not let me find you. Otherwise, see how I clean up you!

The more Zhao Donghan looked down, the more beautiful his eyes became. This man played with her, and now he still dares to be so bad, it is hopeless. In the future, as long as it was the message he sent, she would never read it again.

Although I was thinking this way, my finger was still turning the page, reluctant to miss a word. The content of the message was similar, almost all urging her to go back in an impatient tone. Her fingers stopped moving until the last text message was displayed, her eyes fixedly staring at the text in the message, and she was stunned.