Thin-hearted president, don't be too bad

An Zihao's sudden move made LAN Ziting standing on the side cover her mouth with her hand in horror. She widened her eyes and looked at Du Yan'an. Her body, which was trembling because of being frightened, became more trembling at the moment.

The wronged eyes are shaking, and Du Yan'an is only reflected in the dark pupils. She seems to be worried about him, but she doesn't dare to come forward rashly.

Du Yan'an didn't pay attention to LAN Ziting, but glanced coldly at an Zihao. He reached out and gently wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth. His tone was still contemptuous: "that's it?"

The air freezes at this moment, and it seems that something frightening ferments and heats up rapidly in this silent time.

"You!" an Zihao, who could not suppress his anger, could only choose to wave his fist again.

But this time Du Yan'an was on guard and didn't let an Zihao succeed again. He stopped him with his left hand before his fist touched his face.

As if to avenge the blow, Du Yan'an hit the same position while they were getting closer. But Du Yan'an's hand was cruel and much stronger than the strength just used by the other party.

An Zihao, who took the punch, stepped back several steps.

"Du! Yan! An!" an Zihao narrowed his eyes and squeezed the name out of his teeth with anger and hatred.

He is like a crazy cheetah, waving his claws and teeth, hoping to tear the enemy in front of him to pieces.

He wants to beat Du Yan'an up and let him remember the price of bullying his beloved LAN Ziting with his physical pain.

In the face of such an Zihao, Du Yan'an was not afraid at all. His handsome face was still indifferent, and only the sword eyebrow was slightly picked up. He observed an Zihao's actions and naturally turned sideways to avoid. Only when the other party and didn't touch his inertia forward, he stretched out his hand and pushed the other party's shoulder, so that an Zihao with unstable center of gravity fell to the ground.

"Bereaved dog." Du Yan'an looked down and spat in his mouth.

Hearing this sentence, an Zihao soon got up again. He stretched out his fist and attacked again while Du Yan'an's back was facing him.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Du Yan'an's action. Although he wanted to avoid it, he was always slow and rubbed his cheek by the other party's fist.

"Stop fighting!"

When Du Yan'an was ready to fight back, LAN Ziting, who had been standing on the side, rushed forward. She took Du Yan'an's clothes and prayed for Du Yan'an with a crying voice. Her beautiful little face had already been crying.

Du Yan'an lowered his head. His expression was instantly cold, and his eyes full of cold light took a strong murderous spirit.

How dare this damned woman plead for others at this time?

"Don't fight again..." she shook her head and prayed to Du Yan'an. Her bright eyes had been soaked with tears.

Lanziting's behavior made Du Yan feel relieved and disgusted. He impatiently pushed lanziting away, regardless of how much strength he used, whether the other party could bear it or not.

But even so, his unhappiness and anger could not be vented, but could only be vented to an Zihao, who was also angered by his actions.

In the face of Du Yan'an, an Zihao can't be counted as an opponent at all. What's more, he was worried about LAN Ziting who fell to the ground. He was beaten many times by Du Yan'an in just a few tens of seconds. The originally handsome cheeks were soon covered with purple stains.

LAN Ziting, who sat up from the ground, first nervously stroked her stomach. Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she was stunned when she saw the scene in front of her. The tears that could not be stopped just now dried up at this moment. What she saw in her tearful eyes was almost a unilateral beating. At this time, an Zihao couldn't find any chance to fight back.

If this goes on, an Zihao will be killed

"Yan'an! Stop!" Lan Ziting ran to Du Yan'an's eyes and stood in front of an Zihao.

She was like silk. She was not afraid of the fist that might hit her face. She only gently held her with both hands.

Suddenly, LAN Ziting knelt down and said, "I'll go back with you."

LAN Ziting lowered her head. Tears slipped from her closed eyes again and hit the ground. Her shoulders kept shaking and her sobbing voice became louder and louder.

Du Yan'an's hand was held against her eyebrows. Even if she couldn't clearly express her meaning with a crying voice, LAN Ziting repeated her previous words, "I... I and you... Go back with you."

Du Yan'an looked at her with no emotion in his indifferent expression.

There was neither heartache nor anger. It seemed that in front of him was just a passer-by who had nothing to do with him. No matter what the other party did, it had nothing to do with him.

But it was such a move that made LAN Ziting feel more sad.

Even if Du Yan'an beat her and scolded her, at least it proved that she had some weight in his heart. But such disregard and indifference only made her feel that she was in the ice cave for thousands of years, unable to see any hope of being loved, desperate and painful.

"Go back." he took back his hand. Du Yan'an turned around and didn't pay attention to LAN Ziting. Instead, he said this to his assistant and went straight back to the car.

The assistant who had been standing stiff also recovered at this time, quickly picked up LAN Ziting, who was still kneeling on the ground, stretched out his hand to pat the dust on her knees, and whispered to her not to make Du Yan'an angry again.

Before she got on the bus with her assistant, LAN Ziting turned her head and looked at an Zihao who was lying on her side and couldn't stand up due to injury. She could only squeeze out a smile: "I'm sorry..."

She wrapped her unspeakable guilt and apology in this' sorry '.

"Damn it!" an Zihao watched the Bentley drive to hell with his beloved, but he couldn't help but keep smashing the floor tiles with his fist to vent his anger.

In order not to make Du Yan'an angry, LAN Ziting, who felt wronged in the car, dared not cry. She took the paper towel handed by the passenger seat assistant. She only dared to bury her whole face on the paper towel and tried to restrain her sobs.

When LAN Ziting could almost restrain her tears, the car stopped.

Du Yan'an looked coldly at the people sitting on his side and ordered in a deep voice: "get off."

The car stopped at the door of Du Yan'an villa.

This is not where LAN Ziting wants to come. After all, she has more important things to do than going home.

"Yan'an, i..." Lan Ziting wants Du Yan'an to send her back to the hospital. She wants him to help her pay for her mother's treatment for the sake of their parents who have been working for so long.

"I said, get off." Du Yan'an's voice was as cold as ice. He frowned, as if his patience had come to an end. "Don't you think it's over?"