Heart Stealer Young Master Bo

Bo Yucheng's pupils were like ink stained, dark and deep.

He squinted at the man seeking death in front of him. When his thin lips were lightly opened, every word was on the tip of the ice, "You are not qualified to call her name."

That was the Lanlan branded on his heart...

Even if it is him, he is not willing to make her feel wronged, holding it in his palm for fear of falling, holding it in his mouth for fear of dissolving, let alone Shao Mingzhe taking the initiative to find her trouble!

Not to mention slander her, even if it makes her a little bit unhappy, he can let him taste the taste of life is better than death!

"You can't do it to me! So many people are watching! It's illegal for you to hit someone like this! You will go to jail!"

Shao Mingzhe's eyes flashed with panic.

He wants face the most, but he is a waste of money. He has no power to restrain him just by being grabbed by the collar of the man.

Thinking of Shi Qinglan's dislocated arm and the two punches just now, Shao Mingzhe's shirt was soaked in cold sweat!

"Heh..." Bo Yucheng's red lips twitched lightly, smiling cautiously.

In this world, there is no one he can't beat!

As the sound fell, the screams of screams resounded endlessly throughout the street, and the crowd of onlookers immediately dispersed, and the rest of the people who passed by saw the violent and **** scene here and even avoided it.

"Oh-ah! Stop fighting! Help...Help!"

Shao Mingzhe was beaten up in a daze. Originally, Sven's face was full of bruises, and his meticulous shirt was also covered with blood. He was so painful that he could not get up while lying on the ground rolling.

Bo Yucheng loosened his collar indifferently.

The man slowly got up, took out a suit handkerchief, and slowly wiped the blood on his hands.

He glanced down at the suit with a little blood stained, and his fingers were clearly laid on the bow tie. He pulled it loose a little impatiently, and threw it away directly.

He took off his **** suit jacket again, and his violent aura seemed to be washed away at this moment.

"Lan Lan." He called softly and softly.

Jiang Zhi was stunned. He witnessed how men can switch freely between the two attributes of gentle scum, and he was glad that he was originally on Shi Qinglan's side...

Shi Qinglan turned around and looked at the long, gentle man like a jade, with a smile, "Alright?"

"Yeah." Bo Yucheng replied in a deep voice with his lips lightly hooked.

He can no longer detect the slightest rage and hostility in him, as if he is a noble and elegant master from beginning to end, and his gestures reveal unattainable spirit.

"You two..."

Shao Mingzhe was lying on the ground covered in blood, wanted to scold but had no strength at all, and in fact did not dare to continue beeping.

Shi Qinglan lowered her eyes and glanced lightly, her red lips were lightly bent, and she stepped on him without mercy, stood beside Bo Yucheng and took his arm, "Then we go home."

we. Home.

The two keywords instantly filled Bo Yucheng's heart. He lifted his big palm and lightly covered the girl's hand, "Okay."

Jiang Zhi was completely ignored and stuffed with dog food.

He saw Shi Qinglan follow the man to the Maybach. The luxury car was already luxurious enough, and the number of 88888 was even more arrogant.

"Fuck." Jiang Zhi couldn't help but murmured to himself, "Are these two gods or demons?"

He was deep in thought, but he suddenly felt that his ankle was being grabbed. Shao Mingzhe still had blood in his throat, "Help...help me."

Jiang Zhi tweeted lightly, and even kicked more in disgust, "Want to let the young master save you? Where can I stay cool?"