The villain of quick wear

Chapter 3

Su Zhizhong, a popular fried chicken, has no works that can be sold, but only with a delicate and perfect handsome face, he has captured the hearts of thousands of girls and aunts, and is called Little Susu by fans.

"Little Susu, Su Zhizhong, one of Lu Xuan'er's admirers."

The original owner had a deep memory of the scene of the car accident, so much so that Jin Ran engraved it in his heart.

The original owner failed to hit Lu Xuan'er with a car, but was knocked into a disability by Lu Xuan'er's admirer instead. In that sinful car, there were four Lu Xuan'er's admirers, one of which was Su Zhizhong who made countless girls scream crazily.

"Before I even started, Su Zhizhong bumped into me. God is giving me experience? Isn't this old-eyed God Lu Xuan'er's real father?"

Jin Ran took a step forward and walked towards the noisy crowd.

Among the crowd, Su Zhizhong was dressed stylishly in a blue suit, wearing new aviator frame sunglasses, covering his starry eyes, and his sexy lips were even more alluring.

"He Zhenghao, pack your things and come with me." Su Zhizhong shook his head in an air, turned around and walked a few steps, but the young man behind him didn't follow.

The boy was sitting on a stone chair under a big tree, holding a flower board in his arms, concentrating on painting.

Light and shadow fell on the young man's slender hands, and those hands seemed to have magical powers. The light and shadow layered between the movement and the stillness, and the things under the pen were lifelike. He pressed his lips tightly, and the painting entered the most critical moment.

Su Zhizhong frowned slightly, turned around and returned to He Zhenghao, stretched out his hand to press down the ceiling, "He Zhenghao, I know you heard what I said, get up and follow me."

He Zhenghao raised his head, his deep eyes revealed a sharp light, "Su Zhizhong, let go of your hand, you are hindering me from drawing."

Before Su Zhizhong could express anything, Su Zhizhong's fans cursed He Zhenghao one after another.

"Our little Susu is kind to persuade, who do you think you are?"

"A street painter, he really thinks he is the great painter of the century!"

"I think he is up for sale, and I want to ask Xiao Susu to give him more money."

He Zhenghao didn't take it seriously, moved his neck, and glanced indifferently, his eyes were like a god of death holding a huge scythe, emitting endless chill and terror, and the fans around were frightened and timid.

Su Zhizhong couldn't get used to He Zhenghao's supercilious and domineering attitude, so he took a step with straight long legs, "He Zhenghao, this is the last time I tell you, and it is also your last chance, get up and follow me."

"Listen to this, does it mean that if our little painter doesn't go with you, you are going to use force?" Jin Ran passed through the crowd with a teasing tone, with a little coldness.

Su Zhizhong looked at the sound, his pupils narrowed sharply, "Song Jinran, you are not dead."

Jin Ran ran straight to the little fans who were glaring at her, "Don't get in the way, I'm not a good-tempered sister."

"You, I don't allow you to bully my little Susu."

"Little Susu is so beautiful, so hardworking, so diligent, you have no right to slander Xiao Susu."

Jin Ran smiled at the little fans, "Your little Susu is not so beautiful. The last time he joined forces with other men, he almost ran over me with a car, and it was because of a woman."

Jin Ran clicked to the end, came to Su Zhizhong, stepped on high heels ten centimeters high, and crushed Su Zhizhong with momentum, "Are you disappointed to see that I am not dead? Do you want to hit me again with your car?"

Su Zhizhong had the urge and thought to crush Jinran to death, in broad daylight, under the eyes of everyone, Su Zhizhong had no choice but to hide the darkness in his heart, and said angrily, "What are you doing here?"

Jin Ran opened his mouth and said, "When the road is uneven, draw your sword to help."

(End of this chapter)