Chapter 1144: A wicked dog

Chapter 1144: A Wicked Dog
People have been stuck almost on the ground. The Song family son is so embarrassed.
There was a sound of laughter and cooing.
Wei Zi stood in front of the man, standing high, without a wave of expression on his face, just cold.
After doing so many years as a dark guard, what he excels at is not only attacking defense but also observing.
Even if Song Jian buried his face, he could see that he was unwilling.
Sympathy means leaving hidden dangers.
"Liu Ya, let go." Holding the woman's hand around his waist, Wei Zi wanted to tear her off.
Obviously thin and weak, he would be able to break her arm with one hand, but the little arms at this time were like iron pliers and could not be pulled apart.
And his chest placket had long been wet.
It was her tears, fear, anger, humiliation.
It was hot and hot in his heart, and it felt like someone was holding an embroidery needle and pierced his heart.
Broken shoes, how uncomfortable these words are for a woman, he can't understand them, but he can feel her feelings.
Clamping her chin, she lifted her little face buried dead in his chest, and those eyes that could swell out Qiushui every time he looked at him, at this time was empty and silent. Two words swallowed the light in her eyes.
"Want to get revenge yourself?" He asked.
The crowds around were quiet because of this sentence, and everyone was staring at Wei Zi, for fear of missing some details and missing the most exciting part of a good show.
The woman's shoulders trembled, her dead eyes slowly focused, and she met him.
Something overflowed from those eyes, not tears, but puppets.
Liu Ya had half-opened pale lips, and her pupils were full of men's faces. She had no expression, but always made her feel at ease.
But now, at this time, she really couldn't face him.
She was a broken shoe and a dirty person. Song Jian's words seemed to stick straight into her heart, so that she could soberly realize her unbearability.
What qualifications does she have for him, and for him?
Liu Ya felt ridiculous about herself, she wondered why she had forgotten for a few months and she was an unclean person?
What's wrong with her?
How could she have a face, carefully and secretly coquettish him, and be complacent?
She's not worth it, she's not worth it at all.
She's useless, she's dirty, she's nothing, she's nothing.
He hugged the hands around the man's waist, inch by inch, loose.
"Who hurts you, fight back." When her hands were about to fall, she was clasped by a man with one hand. He looked at her, his eyes were calm as usual, without undulations and mockery.
He looked at her with the same look from beginning to end, even if he heard others scold her for breaking his shoes.
Liu Ya was stunned, and there was a moment of confusion in his eyes, and then he was pushed forward by the man, standing straight to the man who was curled up to the ground.
Liu Ya took a half step back in fright. I wonder if it was because of the fear of Song Jian or because he was sickened by the teeth and blood in that place.
"What terrible dog has been curled up to the ground?" The man stood behind her, like her most indestructible backer, "Come on."
Alas, he said.
At the moment of loss of mind, Liu Ya reflected a password and made a move. He really showed off his embroidered shoes, and went to the curled-up "dog" very indifferently.
Song Jian didn't expect that timid cowardly rat, but he really dared to lift his foot to kick him, and he scolded his mouth when he was very angry, "Slut--"
Liu Ya was so frightened that he lifted his feet and shivered, interrupting the man's abuse in a timely manner.
"You fucking--"
kick!
"Lao Tzu--"
Huh!
Liu Ya was afraid and secretive, and every time a man glared at her trying to speak, she quickly stabbed him in the face, where he could hurt him. The person on the ground was seriously injured by Wei Zi, except for being obediently beaten, there was no power to fight back, even if he occasionally seized the opportunity to overturn the woman who frequently greeted him, he would be inexplicably restrained and could not get out of hand .
So safe, Liu Ya's fears and fears gradually dissipated, becoming more and more excited, more and more relaxed, all the anger and humiliation were still on Song Jian.
In front of her eyes, Song Jian was not a human, but a bad dog. The bad dog banged, and she banged, and Wang banged. She was frightened, and did not dare to bark again.
Following Song Jian's crowd of people who came to block the road, they were stunned and unbelievable when they saw this scene. Then they stole backwards, fearing that they would fall into Liu Ya's eyes, and they would endure this time.
Liu Ya used to be a slave of the Song family. What kind of character is she? But in front of this woman, who was so stubborn that she gritted her teeth and even fisted to cheer herself, where was the slightest sign of weakness?
Was all those prestiges installed?
The minions were frightened, afraid of Liu Ya, even more the expressionless man standing behind Liu Ya.
That is definitely a bad stubble.
The stubble was in full view. After Liu Ya did not know what to do, he saw that Liu Ya leaned down, stepped on his feet, and stepped between Song Jian's legs.
Screaming from the city to the end of the city, Song Jian passed out completely.
The crowd was silent.
Liu Ya also woke up in that scream, looked at where he stood, and then looked at the blood on the tip of the embroidered shoes, screamed and turned into Wei Zi's arms, shivering.
People eating melon, "..."
Minions, "..."
They should be the ones who trembled the most?
But Liu Ya didn't pretend, she was really scared.
She hated Song Jian, hated the person who had ruined her innocence, but because of her nature, she never thought that one day she would take revenge like this.
Where did you dare to take revenge? Being able to break away from the Song family and find a place for the whole family is already very lucky for them, the lowest slaves.
"Afraid of what?" Wei Zidan said carrying a woman hanging on her like a koala.
Willow buds tremble, what are you afraid of? Why not be afraid? She and her grandfather and mother are slaves, and they are as cheap as ants. Today, Song Jian was played. Looking back, Song Jian wanted to rectify them.
She may be happy this time, and it may bring endless harm to the family.
"Don't worry about the consequences," said the man, as she could read through her mind.
Liu Ya looked up, staring blankly at the man, his eyes confused and uncertain.
The man's big palm was on the top of her head and rubbed it hard. The thick cocoon of the palm even shaved her hair, but the temperature passed from the palm was very warm, which made her feel at ease.
"Uncle Wei." She called.
"I carry it," he said.
Aftermath, he bears.
Holding the koala, Wei Zi leaned over and picked up the unconscious man on the ground and threw it into the carriage. The man then got into the car, "Go to Songfu."
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(End of this chapter)