Chapter 390

The three also waited for a moment. They were unwilling to be disturbed at this time, so they winked. The strong man was sent out to scare people with his strong body and walked towards the motorcycle that stopped slowly not far from them.

"What are you looking at? It's none of your business here. Those who know the truth will act as if they don't see anything. Continue to drive forward..."

It seems that the motorcycle owner was really warned. He didn't get off the motorcycle. He just tilted his head and looked at the middle of the road blocked by them.

Hai Xiaomin clearly realized that the other party was probably her only chance to be saved. Although he was only one person and was likely to be scared away, she couldn't help pinning all her hopes on the other party.

A white slender arm stretched out from the shadow blocked by people and leaned towards the motorcycle.

"Help! Please help me! They want to be strong. Why don't they do it?" Hai Xiaomin shouted hoarsely, but his voice was too hoarse. It seemed that it only spread half the distance and dissipated in the wind. He wasn't sure whether the other party heard it, not to mention the second half of the sentence was directly covered his mouth.

Even the opportunity to ask for help was denied.

Hai Xiaomin desperately scratched blood marks on the road. Please, we must save her!

"I seem to hear a lady asking me for help?" it was a mellow, middle-aged male voice with a trace of dandy and unruly, coming from the peep.

"You've heard wrong. Get out of here and don't go away. Be careful! I'm not polite to you!" the strong man felt guilty and swayed his arm with a pose to do it.

Unexpectedly, the man on the motorcycle ignored his warning and turned off the model neatly: "did you hear me wrong? I'll know by looking at it myself."

When he was sitting on the motorcycle, the strong man still felt something. When he got off the bus and went to his own station, he found that the other party was tall and burly, half as strong as him, especially his aura. There was an invisible momentum when he stopped there.

"You..." what else does the strong man want to say? Unexpectedly, without saying a word, the motorcycle owner raised his hand and quickly came to his neck nest. The strong man stared wide and knelt down to the ground.

"Two little bastards over there, you make this lady uncomfortable and don't let go?" the man coolly untied his gloves and walked towards this end.

The thin man and the prickly head still pressed Hai Xiaomin, but he didn't look back for a while. Who knows, as soon as he looked back, he saw the strong man lying on the ground motionless!

"Don't come here!" without enough time to think about what happened, the prick head suddenly rubbed up and hit the motorcycle owner, but he was intercepted half a meter in front of him, and his arm trembled slightly because of the stalemate.

A closer look showed that he was holding a knife in his hand, which was directly opposite the man's abdomen in front of him. However, the wrist holding the knife was caught by the other party. Despite the stab's strength, the tip of the knife could not enter half an inch.

"Little boy, when I was playing with the knife, you were still suckling in your mother's arms!" the motorcycle owner sneered and said a rude word. He grabbed each other's hand and twisted it. The prick's head screamed. The knife couldn't hold and fell to the ground.

The motorcycle owner pulled him to lift his knees again and pushed him to his lower abdomen. Suddenly, he couldn't even scream. He covered his lower abdomen and arched his body like shrimp. As the motorcycle owner let go, he knelt down in pain.

The last thin man looked silly. In front of the worry of life and the choice of color center, he resolutely put away the color center and wanted to run.

Hai Xiaomin saw the motorcycle owner unhurriedly take off his helmet, weigh it in his hand, and throw it handsome in the direction of the thin man's escape. "Bang -" was in the back of his head, stabbing his head to the ground perfectly.

Rao Shihai Xiaomin is in a mess. At this time, he can't help staying for a while. It's so powerful. It's just like opening a plug-in!

At this time, the motorcycle owner was standing in the backlight area on the top of Hai Xiaomin's head, so even if he took off his helmet, she could see the hero of the life-saving benefactor at the first time.

Immediately, she was more aware of her situation, shivering curled up her naked body, looking particularly miserable.

Three hooligans were killed. The motorcycle owner was still angry. He took out a cigar and lit it. He held it in his mouth and kicked the prick that fell nearest to him, kicking and scolding.

"Bastard, your mother didn't teach you. If you want to sleep with a woman, you must first ask for the woman's consent, and then find a room with a warm and comfortable big bed. In such a cold day, you put a woman on the roadside and want to go directly? You can't pick up girls. You might as well go home and be a eunuch!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, we don't dare anymore. Please forgive me..." the arrogant prick kept crying and apologizing.

Listening to this vulgar curse, Hai Xiaomin had to doubt whether he was really saved. In my opinion, these two groups also looked like the same kind of hooligans.

At this time, the motorcycle owner tilted his eyes to the poor woman on the ground. He squatted down, took off his coat and covered her. In a soft voice, "call the police for you and call an ambulance by the way?"

The trouser leg was caught by a pale little hand. Hai Xiaomin looked up weakly and his lips moved: "mobile phone... My mobile phone... Help me get... Take it back..."

However, she didn't notice that when the man above her head saw her face, his lips with a cigar were surprised and almost fell to the ground.

Before Hai Xiaomin finished speaking, his eyes closed and he fainted on the spot.

In Rose villa in the morning, servants come and go, busy for the new day.

A tall and tall figure stood in front of Hai Xiaomin's door, one hand handsome and obliquely inserted in his trousers pocket, and the other hand seemed to hesitate to knock on the door.

Ling Yao's slender eyelashes are low, and his side face is exquisite and three-dimensional, just like being carved. He thought for a night and felt that it was time to make some words clear to Hai Xiaomin face to face!

"Knock knock knock ~" just as he was about to knock again, the door was opened from the inside.

Ian appears in the door and faces Ling Yao.

There was a two second silence between them.

"Did you spend the night here last night?" Ling Yao opened his mouth with an unexpectedly flat tone, as if casually asking about today's weather.

Ian was a little confused about this. He nodded without any abnormality: "HMM."

According to Ling Yao's past experience of losing his mind when he touched Shanghai Xiaomin, he should lead his collar and greet him with his fist.

But the expected fury did not appear, and the doubt in Ian's eyes was even worse. Did he find anything?

No!

As soon as he saw Ling Yao's clenched fist, he understood that he was not angry, but restrained with more rationality.

Or... Is she less important than before?