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Why are things always so bloody?

It's always seen by people who shouldn't be seeing that scene.

Yan Xiaomo only felt exhausted.

But it's okay to use another man to stimulate Zhou Yu, you can see how much Zhou Yu cares about her.

If he really didn't care, Zhou Yu wouldn't have beaten Jiang Xingchen now.

After paying attention, Yan Xiaomo hurriedly stepped forward to stop Zhou Yu to prevent Zhou Yu from hitting Jiang Xingchen again.

There are good and bad ways to this method, the good thing is that you can see that Zhou Yu cares about her, and the bad thing is that Zhou Yu will definitely punish her severely.

So as a last resort, she would never use such an extreme method to stimulate Zhou Yu.

After all, it hurts others and hurts oneself.

But now that things have developed to this point, she can only go on with the trend.

"Brother, don't fight......"

Yan Xiaomo shook her head and hugged Zhou Yu.

Jiang Xingchen was half-lying on the ground, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled casually: "It turns out that Xiaomo is your sister!" Don't worry, I'll definitely be responsible for Xiaomo. ”

It's good that Jiang Xingchen didn't say this, but as soon as he said this, Zhou Yu became even more angry, and said fiercely: "No need." ”

After speaking, Zhou Yu took Yan Xiaomo's hand and strode away.

He felt like he was going mad.

"Brother, slow down, I can't keep up."

Yan Xiaomo felt that she was being supported by Zhou Yu, stumbling along the way, and almost didn't fall.

She hadn't had time to change her clothes, and she still had a pair of high heels on her feet.

But Zhou Yu didn't listen to him at all, and pulled her forward.

For Zhou Yu, it is walking, and for Yan Xiaomo, this is running.

Zhou Yu's car was parked outside the school, opened the back door, and directly pressed Yan Xiaomo down, he closed the door and lay on Yan Xiaomo's body.

There is a unique smell of Zhou Yu in the car, this smell is very fragrant, and Yan Xiaomo likes it quite much.

Before she could say anything, Zhou Yu had already blocked her lips.

His kiss was so domineering, so intense, he kissed every corner of her mouth.

It seems to cleanse the smell that Jiang Xingchen left on it.

Yan Xiaomo knew that the next thing would definitely get out of control, so she struggled a few times and then stood up, but catered to Zhou Yu instead.

"Why didn't you tell you were going to perform on stage?"

Zhou Yu's voice sounded, and his movements paused, as if he was preparing to attack.

Yan Xiaomo's hand grabbed the chair, and at this time, Zhou Yu asked this.

"Brother, I didn't care about this before."

Because Zhou Yu didn't care, she didn't even bother to say it, if Zhou Yu was coming, she wouldn't want to perform on stage.

"Ah......h

Yan Xiaomo snorted, it hurts, it really hurts, I don't want to say more about it, I just want to relieve my breath.

Zhou Yu was so rude.

"It's all an excuse, you like that Jiang Xingchen, right?"

Zhou Yu hugged the woman and sat on his lap.

"No, don't ......"

Yan Xiaomo felt too deep, it seemed to be in the end, but Zhou Yu hadn't completely entered it, it seemed that he was only halfway in.

Zhou Yu's big palm pressed Yan Xiaomo's waist, pressed her hard in front of him, hugged the woman in his arms tightly with both hands, and snorted lowly.

"You belong to me, no one can snatch you away from me, no one can."

Zhou Yu kept saying this, as if he could say it to Yan Xiaomo, but Yan Xiaomo felt that this was what Zhou Yu said to herself.

Yan Xiaomo was completely still at the mercy of Zhou Yu, and she was powerless to resist.

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