"Bam—"

A crisp sound of a broken vase broke the silence in the backyard of the Lin family villa. On the empty porch in front of an independent cottage, two figures, one tall and the other short, were stacked.

Sunanxi's neck was tightly strangled by a big hand with blue veins, and he couldn't breathe for a while.

Her fiance, Jiang Yicheng, had red eyes and was yelling at her with a frenzied expression: "Su Nanxi, you bitch! It's all your fault! It's all your fault! If you hadn't done anything at the time, the actor of today's engagement banquet would have been Me, you ruined my life's happiness, go to hell!"

The more he talked, the deeper Jiang Yicheng's hatred, and the heavier the strength of his men.

Due to the lack of oxygen, Sunanxi's complexion gradually turned red to purple, his ears roared, and the hustle and bustle of the hall downstairs seemed to gradually fade away.

Realizing that Jiang Yicheng really wanted his own life this time, Sunanxi decided not to endure anymore.

She was holding a fragment of a vase that had just been smashed in her hand. The delicate white porcelain was fanning with a cold light, and just as she was about to shoot quietly, an indifferent voice suddenly sounded beside her.

"—Range."

Sunanxi retracted his hand subconsciously and turned his head to look over.

In a trance, she saw the beautiful young man hidden in the deepest part of her heart.

Her eyes were immediately covered with a mist of mist, and she subconsciously shouted, but her lips only moved slightly, and there was no sound from her throat.

The unintentional intruder interrupted this "crime of passion", and the big hand that had stuck him was finally released.

Fresh air rushed into his throat at once, and Sunanxi clutched his neck and slid down the wall and sat on the ground, coughing loudly.

"Xiao Jinzhou!"

Hearing Jiang Yicheng's gnashing of teeth shouting in the confusion, Sunanxi paused for an uncontrollable cough, raised his eyes and looked up quietly.

A distance of two or three steps away, the man stood there with a long body, a pure black hand-made custom suit, and a heavy and terrifying aura.

Sure enough, it was Xiao Jinzhou, the hero of the engagement banquet tonight.

Oh, it wasn't that person, it turned out to be my brother-in-law.

For no reason, a smile appeared on the corner of Sunanxi's mouth.

"Get out of the way." Xiao Jinzhou repeated it again, still in an indifferent tone, but this time with obvious impatience.

It's a pity that Jiang Yicheng is not a master who can wink.

He just smashed Xiao Jinzhou's field.

Twenty minutes ago, when the grand engagement banquet was one third of the way, the drunk Jiang Yicheng suddenly rushed to the stage, made a deep confession in front of the media, and kissed the heroine Lin Yufei.

I don't know if it was because it was too exciting or because was suffocated. When everyone came back to their senses and pulled the two away, Lin Yufei had already fainted.

The engagement banquet was interrupted, and the scene was chaotic for a while.

The culprit didn't feel any guilt or fear at the moment. Jiang Yicheng's trouble just now completely tore his face.

"Don't let it go! The road is mine, and Feifei is also mine, Xiao Jinzhou, don't try to rob me"

Jiang Yicheng declared war arrogantly.

It's just that he didn't say a word, and someone suddenly pulled his hair and slammed it against the wall.

There was a muffled sound of "bang", and Su Nanxi, who had been observing the situation secretly, felt a pain in his forehead, and then saw Jiang Yicheng's legs go weak, and he fell to the ground, not knowing what to do.

"Fifth, throw him back to Jiang's house and instruct President Jiang to discipline his son well."

Without looking back, Xiao Jinzhou instructed the assistant who was not far behind, and slammed Sunanxi's eardrum with a ruthless voice.

She opened her eyes slightly, and before her brain fully recovered, she subconsciously reached out and grabbed the corner of the man's suit pants.

In the moment just now, his hands were faster than his mind and he made a decisive decision.

Xiao Jinzhou was blocked again, his brows were furrowed, and his face was clearly bored.

He looked down and was facing a pair of clear, misty eyes, the corners of his eyes were a bewitching red, and his heart was stagnant for a moment.

"Miss Lin?" After being stunned for a moment, Xiao Jinzhou asked calmly, "What does this mean?"

He looked down at Sunanxi condescendingly, and as he spoke, he looked at her recklessly.

The woman on the ground has a bumpy figure.

Wearing a black tube top dress, the thin fabric tightly wrapped the soft white body, and the body trembled because of the constant coughing.

The slender waist and buttocks suddenly dented below. The hem of the dress covered three inches below the thigh because of the sitting position. The large white skin set off by the black lace savagely rushed into the field of vision, dazzling people's eyes.

Men are all visual creatures. Xiao Jinzhou drank a lot of alcohol tonight. Suddenly, he felt drunk and his throat was dry and itchy.

He tilted his head slightly, stretched out his hand to loosen his tie, and suddenly became interested.

He squatted down, pinched Su Nanxi's chin, and raised it slightly, with a frivolous smile on his face, "Miss Lin, don't you know who I am?"

"Mr. Xiao's name is naturally like thunder." Su Nanxi endured the pain in his throat and looked directly into the man's eyes without fear.

"Oh? It seems that Miss Lin did it on purpose?" Xiao Jinzhou said with a smile on his face, his hand tightened, "You are not too timid."

Su Nanxi endured the pain and raised his eyebrows provocatively, "Mr. Xiao dare not?"

The eyes of the two did not flicker, and they met in mid-air, sparks flying everywhere.

A look between a vulgar man and a woman, and the desire is clearly written.

The fire on his body ignited in an instant.

"People are cheap enough."

Xiao Jinzhou laughed twice, and slowly spit out the last four words of evaluation, his subordinates pulled hard, leaned over and kissed the two plump and red lips.

When the dry wood met the fire, the calm and self-restraint that he usually put on his face was burned to a pool of ashes.

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