Chapter 522

The word anger is not enough to describe Zhou Xiaojing's mood at the moment. Her hands are holding the bag tightly, her knuckles are already pinched white, her breathing is more and more rapid, and she is almost out of breath.

"So, this gentleman has never been in love, is he still in love?" Luo Xiaoxiao can't help it any more. He grabs the bag and stands at the table glaring at Zhao Zicheng.

This sounds like the sound of nature. Zhou Xiaojing's eyes suddenly turn red. When she looks up, she can see Luo Xiaoxiao's face, which stands out for her.

Luo Xiaoxiao pressed Zhou Xiaojing's shoulder, indicating that everything was given to her. Zhou Xiaojing sniffed and nodded gently.

Zhao Zicheng stares at Luo Xiaoxiao, the uninvited guest, with an angry and evil tone: "who are you? What's the point? "

"I'm Xiaojing's best friend, her best friend." Luo Xiao said every word with a resounding voice.

"It's my best friend." Zhao Zicheng passed Luo Xiaoxiao's face without any trace. He thought that Zhou Xiaojing's best friend was pretty and familiar. He seemed to have seen her somewhere.

"So now, can you answer the question I just asked?" Luo's face was cold, like frost.

Zhao Zicheng chuckled, put on a look that he thought he was very handsome, and lifted his bangs: "do I look like a man without a woman?"

Luo Xiaoxiao asked: "Oh, so you can have a lot of women, but Xiaojing can't have a past. Otherwise, she will bring you a green hat. Can I understand it as a double label?"

Zhao Zicheng is not ashamed, but proud: "I am a man, no matter how I do, she will not suffer."

Luo Xiaoxiao said contemptuously, "it seems that Xiaojing can decide whether she will suffer losses. How can you decide? You've had other women. When Xiaojing is with you, isn't she the one who takes over the dishes? "

"Xiao Jing, a pure girl like us can't be a receptionist! When you marry him, you are covered with green clouds. Are you going to be a hulk

Zhou Xiaojing couldn't say what she was angry at. When she heard Luo Xiaoxiao, the Hulk, she couldn't help laughing.

"Of course I don't want to be a hulk." Zhou Xiaojing responded with a smile and turned her head to Zhao Zicheng's face, becoming disgusted:

"Mr. Zhao, I tell you clearly that I don't like you at all, and even make me feel sick. If I want to marry a man like you, I'd rather be an old girl

Luo Xiao added: "rich old girl."

"Yes, it's better to be a rich old girl than to marry a scum like you." Zhou Xiaojing stood up and turned around to leave with Luo Xiaoxiao.

When she left, she suddenly thought of something, turned back, took the cup of milk tea on the table, and without hesitation threw it on Zhao Zicheng's face.

After all this, Zhou Xiaojing felt that the evil spirit in her heart was relieved. She went forward and hooked Luo Xiaoxiao's arm, and pingting was about to leave.

"Bitch, you dare to throw me!" When Zhao Zicheng was humiliated by such a beating, he was ridiculed by two little girls, and he was splashed with a cup of milk tea by Zhou Xiaojing.

He got out of the card seat, took Zhou Xiaojing by his hand, raised his arm high, and was about to slap her in the face.

Luo Xiaoxiao wants to protect Zhou Xiaojing behind her, but it's too late.

Just at this time, a tall figure suddenly appeared, holding Zhao Zicheng's hand in the air.

"Hiss, pain!" Zhao Zicheng wailed and glared at the man next to him: "let go of me!"

The slap that she thought would fall on her face didn't ring. Zhou Xiaojing opened her eyes.

I don't know when Ping Qian stood in front of them. With only one hand, he pinched Zhao Zicheng's wrist. Zhao Zicheng's face was wrinkled with pain.

"Are you all right?" Ping Qian's concern fell on Zhou Xiaojing's face.

Luo Xiao touched his nose, and the words seemed superfluous.

"You..." Zhou Xiaojing looked at Ping Qian in surprise and couldn't speak for a long time.

The next second, Zhou Xiaojing turned pale and yelled, "Ping Qian, be careful!"

It turned out that Zhao Zi had a preconceived idea that he couldn't get rid of it. With his empty hand, he picked up the vase on the coffee table and smashed it at the back of Ping Qian's head.

Ping Qian's reaction is very quick. He spins his body and kicks it. It hits Zhao Zicheng's wrist. The flowerpot in his hand suddenly collapses. At the same time, he kicks it on Zhao Zicheng's belly.

The vase suddenly lost its strength and fell from mid air. The vase broke into several pieces on the floor and many pieces splashed out.

One of them flew to Luo Xiaoxiao unbiased. Luo Xiaoxiao screamed with fright and covered his face with his hands.

The next second, Luo Xiaoxiao was pulled into a familiar arms, suddenly a sense of security will wrap her.Luo Xiaoxiao opened his eyes and saw the handsome face of Qin shaojue with his lips and anger.

Luo Xiaoxiao thinks that young Lord Qin is angry with himself. Unexpectedly, the next second, young Lord Qin has a gloomy face and falls over his shoulder to Ping Qian, bringing down all the coffee tables on both sides.

"Ping Qian!" With a scream, Zhou Xiaojing rushed to Ping Qian to observe his injury. She raised her head and glared at master Qin: "what are you doing, master Qin! What are you doing to Ping Qian? Are you confused? "

Ping Qian sat up and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. He shook his head at Zhou Xiaojing. "I'm ok. He didn't really want to hurt me."

Young Lord Qin's face seemed to be covered with ice for thousands of years: "just to teach you a lesson, do you know that if I hadn't just arrived in time, the vase fragments would have to wipe Xiaoxiao's face."

Hearing this, Zhou Xiaojing looked up at Luo Xiaoxiao and said, "Xiaoxiao, are you ok?"

Luo Xiaoxiao shakes her head and says that she has nothing to do. Although she closes her eyes, she also knows that young Baron Qin has protected her in her arms. It's so tight that she seems to be her patron saint. How can she let her hold it.

"Why are you here? I thought you would wait for me at home Luo Xiaoxiao took the arm of Qin shaojue like a vine, and his face was filled with uncontrollable joy and worship.

This kind of eyes greatly pleased young Lord Qin and made him hook his lips.

Lying on the ground over there, Zhao Zicheng, who is covering his stomach, wants to find the place. The second he meets the young Lord Qin, he knows that the place can't be found.

Zhao Zicheng wants to sneak away. Unfortunately, the cafe has no back door, and the front door is blocked by Luo Xiaoxiao and the four of them.

"Mr. Zhao, what a prestige!" The sound of the shoes tapping on the ground made shaojue Qin look down on Zhao Zicheng as if he were looking at an ant.

"Qin, President Qin..." Zhao Zicheng only felt that all the water in his mouth had been sucked dry, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

Zhao Zicheng now suddenly remembers why he thinks Luo Xiaoxiao looks familiar! He met Luo Xiaoxiao at the banquet of Qin's anniversary, so that he was the fiancee of marquis Qin!

Zhao Zicheng's face was as pale as ashes.