Domineering Bamboo Horse, President, don't be too strong

"Stop, stop! Damn woman, stop!" At night in Paris after the rain, the Seine River was flowing quietly, but thrilling snatching and chasing were going on on the bank.

An Ran heard the approaching footsteps behind her, and ran forward desperately.

On a strange street in a foreign country, in order to get rid of the gangsters following behind, she turned into an alley recklessly.

With her back pressed against the wall, An Ran tried her best to hide herself in the darkness. After hearing the gangster's footsteps running away, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

To rob money and rob sex, what kind of luck is she doing!
While carefully adjusting her breathing, she kept a close eye on the movement outside the alley, looking for an opportunity to escape.

"Woman, how long are you going to block my way?" Just when her nerves were tense, a deep and hoarse male voice suddenly sounded behind her, with a little bit of strength and domineering.

An Ran was so frightened that she turned around abruptly, and a tall and straight figure came into her eyes.

The man was wearing a gorgeous dress from the Middle Ages. Under the dress hat, half of his face was covered by a gray and treacherous mask. Only his straight nose and sexy thin lips were exposed. It must not be bad.

Under the reflected moonlight, his white skin had a faint halo, like a vampire count looking for sweet food.

An Ran took a step back subconsciously, and asked in an unsteady voice, "Are you a human or a ghost!"

The man laughed in a low voice, and his tone was slightly teased: "Woman, you have seen the state-owned vampires in Huaxia, don't you know that after the founding of the country, they are not allowed to become semen?"

An Ran was stunned for a moment, and saw that the man had already walked out of the shadow in the corner. Under the moonlight, the black hair exposed under his top hat, and the brown eyes exposed under the mask all marked his identity as a Chinese.

However, those eyes that were as sharp as a falcon made An Ran understand that he was dangerous.

But in a foreign country, when he met a fellow countryman of the same nationality and was still being chased, An Ran was greatly relieved in various senses.

However, before An Ran could clarify the situation, there was another noise from outside the alley.

"That chick ran over here just now, she must not have run far, look around!"

"Every alley, don't miss it!"

The gangster's voice was fierce, making An Ran's scalp tingle, and her heart was raised in her throat.

"Are they looking for you?" In the quiet alley, the man's hoarse voice carried a sense of bewitchment.

An Ran raised her head and met the man's deep gaze.

For some reason, An Ran had a strange and familiar feeling about these eyes. She nodded and responded without doubting him: "Yes, they are the bastards who robbed me."

"It looks like it's not just a robbery." The man looked straight out of the alley, his long and narrow eyes were scarlet, and his handsome face was so cold that there was no warmth at all.

The gangster's footsteps were already approaching, and under tension, An Ran pulled the man past him, and the two of them pressed against the wall tightly.

Just in case, she stood on tiptoe and covered his mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound.

The breath he breathed was hot and hot, as if it could melt her slightly sweaty palms.

"Woman, what are you doing?" The man suddenly stretched out his left hand, and opened her fingers one by one. His cool and quiet voice was especially abrupt in this weird alley, and all of those gangsters were immediately shocked. Recruited.

"Here, here's someone—"

Damn bastard!An Ran was heartbroken and gave him a hard look.

The man glanced at the gangsters who were holding flashlights lightly, his thin lips curled up, and his voice was imperceptibly cold: "Are you looking for this Chinese woman?"

"Yes, if you don't want to cause trouble, get out of the way!" the gangster yelled loudly.

With a slight smile on his thin lips, the man asked calmly and calmly: "It's okay to get out of the way, but why did you arrest her?"

"Then there's no need to ask, haven't you seen how beautiful that woman is, and she's an uncommon Chinese person! What, do you want a piece of the pie too?" the gangster said lewdly.

The bastard started to talk, but he didn't notice that the man's eyes on him became colder, and even the smile on the corner of his lips was restrained.

The man stepped aside, turned his chin to the alley, and said in a bone-chilling voice, "I step aside, you can enjoy it slowly."

An Ran stared at the man's sharp side face, wishing she could slap herself twice.

Why on earth would she trust a stranger?Now it's time to reap the consequences!

The lewdly smiling gangster was eagerly approaching. In desperation, she took off her dare-heel shoes, blocked her with the sharp heels, and said calmly, "Don't come here."

"Oh, beauty, it's already like this, and you still want to resist?" The gangster didn't pay attention to her at all, and suddenly shot, and snatched her shoes amidst An Ran's exclamation.

An Ran had no choice but to retreat.

However, this alley was a dead end, with her back against the uneven wall, she had no way of retreating.

An Ran raised her eyes coldly, and glanced at the damned culprit.

He was leaning against the wall on the left at the moment, with his arms folded in front of his chest, with a leisurely posture, as if admiring her desperate appearance.

An Ran couldn't stop being furious, and cursed loudly in Chinese: "Bastards, scum, don't save yourself! Cowards! Even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go!"

After she finished shouting, she stared at the gangsters in front of her. She decided to fight them, and even if she died, she would take one to be buried with her!Let them know that women are not so easy to bully!

However, just a second before she was ready to act.The man leaning against the wall straightened up, and his long hand patted the bastard on the shoulder.

"What are you doing!" The gangster turned his head impatiently after being interrupted.

"Oh!"

"what!"

There was a scream, and the man turned his fist, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "I want to tell you, I just want a piece of the action, I want to monopolize it!"

He finished speaking without haste, and stepped on the gangster who fell to the ground and howled.

The sound of the sole of the shoe colliding with the flesh, as if there was a sound of fracture, was particularly obvious in the quiet alley.

The gangster was terrified, and walked away without a trace.

An Ran watched the reversal in front of her helplessly, and couldn't react for a while.

After the man dealt with the bastard, he looked up at An Ran who was in a dazed state, his thin lips slightly raised, and his tone teased: "Scared?"

An Ran reacted and swallowed sharply: "Thank you...you. What's your name?"

Thinking of what she said just now, she was a little ashamed, after all, she had greeted all eighteen generations of his ancestors in her heart just now.

The man opened his lips, but before he could make a sound, another sweet voice sounded from outside the alley.

"Vicious, vicious, are you in there?"