He stepped on fallen leaves and walked towards his woman step by step, his black windbreaker blowing in the wind.

Looking at her appearance, his heart suddenly hurt.

She looked at him, who was slowly coming towards her, with the aura of a king, and her heart warmed, and tears came to her eyes again unconsciously.

At this moment, she only felt that Liang Bo walking towards her was extremely handsome.

He walked up to her, took off his trench coat without hesitation, and draped it over her scarred body, his movements coherent and flawless.

Ou Xiangbei, who was following him, naturally stepped forward to support Qiao Weiwei.

"I'm sorry, I'm late..." In front of everyone, the right hand wrapped in snow-white gauze held her face stained with mud and blood. What was flowing in the smoke was love and tenderness.

The breath mixed with the smell of tobacco and alcohol sprayed on her cheeks...

"Master Bo, Xiangbei, go and save Sister Chu Yu quickly. She is still in the room on the top of the mountain. They knocked her unconscious and she was seriously injured. I don't know how she is doing now!" She held his warm wrist.

, let him hold his face, looked at him and Ou Xiangbei nervously, and said.

"What?" Ou Xiangbei's face changed drastically and he ran up the mountain like crazy.

"Master Bo! What should they do with them!" Several bodyguards kicked Chen Mingxin and others at Liang Bo's feet and asked respectfully.

"Bo... Master Bo... have mercy on me!" Chen Mingxin covered his lower body, his whole body was trembling, and the guns above his head were shining with a breathtaking light.

"Master Bo... have mercy on... ah... we... we just used people's money to help others solve their disasters. We... we were just ordered by Chen Mingxin..." The man in uniform and the driver were so frightened that they peed.

Liang Bo hugged Qiao Weiwei and looked coldly at the three people at his feet, his eyes as cold as ghosts.

He is like a piece of ice that lasts ten thousand years. Anyone who looks at it will feel chilled in their heart.

"There is only one outcome for touching my cool person, and that is death!" Suddenly, he turned around again, his expression changed, he raised a corner of his lips, looked at Qiao Weiwei who was glaring at Chen Mingxin, and asked lightly

: "How do you want them to die?"

"Bury him alive!" Qiao Weiwei hooked Liang Bo's neck, turned her head away, and buried her head in his warm chest, saying coldly.

She, Qiao Weiwei, is not the Virgin. If she is asked to forgive those who have insulted her, she cannot do it!

"Buried alive!" He narrowed his icy eyes and his voice was as cold as the god of death. He turned his face sideways and told the people around him.

"Master Bo...Master Bo, Miss Qiao...I don't dare anymore..."

"Master Bo, I don't want it..."

He carried Qiao Weiwei and walked towards the plane, turning a deaf ear to the begging for mercy from Chen Mingxin and others behind him.

If they dare to touch his woman, they deserve to die!

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Ou Xiangbei kicked open the broken iron door that was ajar and walked into the dilapidated hut. What he saw was Zhou Chuyu, whose skin had been ripped open and his flesh was torn, and he was lying limply on the pillar as if he had no muscles or bones.

Ou Xiangbei stepped forward quickly and carefully untied the rope from Zhou Chuyu's body. As soon as the rope came loose, Zhou Chuyu fell directly into Ou Xiangbei's arms without the restraints.

"Fuck! If I had known better, I should have killed those bastards with my own hands before they came back!" Ou Xiangbei looked at the scarred, unconscious, and weakly panting woman in his arms, clenching his fists, and his black and white peach blossom eyes filled with tears.

There was a layer of fire...

Ou Xiangbei bent down and picked up Zhou Chuyu, turned around and walked out of the small shabby house.

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Ou Xiangbei's home.

In the colorfully decorated bathroom, the atmosphere is somewhat serious and quiet.

In the large golden waterless round bathtub, Ou Xiangbei carefully unbuttoned Zhou Chuyu's clothes. His warm breath sprayed on the top of her hair, and the hands that unbuttoned her buttons were trembling.

Ou Xiangbei, who had always been a lover and had girlfriends as numerous as sand in the Ganges, had undressed and undressed countless women, but he had never been as nervous as he was now.

In the past, he used his hands to tear and untie it directly.

Now, the face with gentle movements despises itself.

He carefully took off the black suit jacket that was torn to pieces by the whip.

He began to unbutton her blood-stained shirt again. As the three buttons on the front of her chest were loosened, she was wrapped in a white dress and her full body was released. Ou Xiangbei's angle was just enough to hold her.

The scenery inside her shirt is fully visible.

Ou Xiangbei swallowed, closed his eyes, and tremblingly took off Zhou Chuyu's shirt. The coldness of the bathtub and the tearing pain caused by the wound on his hand made Zhou Chuyu recover again.

consciousness.
Chapter completed!