The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

Several adults looked ugly and said nothing.

Thinking of Tang Jiao's expression when he was looking at his phone just now, Tang Mi stood up, quickly ran to the balcony, and looked down.

At first glance, I saw a cool heavy-duty motorcycle parked downstairs in the community. The person riding on it could not see his face, but at a glance, I knew he must be a super handsome guy!

She has broad shoulders and long legs. She is wearing a cool and low-key black windbreaker with her long legs propped on the ground. She is more stylish than the models in magazines!

Tang Mi squinted her eyes and kept looking around.

Suddenly, the people on the motorcycle turned around and smiled.

Tang Mi's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat, and then her expression changed drastically!

Is this Xiaojingchuan? !

Why is he here!

Then, her face suddenly twisted.

Because she saw Tang Jiao come out of the building and run towards Xiao Jingchuan.

"Why did you arrive so quickly!"

After Tang Jiao came downstairs angrily, he saw the young man waiting downstairs at a glance, and his mood suddenly cleared up and the sun was shining brightly.

Xiao Jingchuan sat astride the dark heavy motorcycle and tilted his head to take a closer look at the little girl's face.

He pulled off the black motorcycle leather gloves that exposed half of his fingers, and pinched Tang Jiao's face with his warm fingertips.

"I'm so angry that I'm so angry. Our child is angry, so my brother must come and take you away quickly."

"There's no~"

Tang Jiao pulled off Xiao Jingchuan's hand, held it habitually, turned it to the back, and checked whether the injury on the back of his hand was healed.

Satisfied, his fingers scratched the back of his smooth hand childishly.

Xiao Jingchuan looked down and let her move, his eyes full of tenderness.

In Jingzhou in the depth of winter, the temperature had already dropped to 4 degrees, and Tang Jiao's fingers were already freezing after only one minute of being out.

"Is it cold?"

Tang Jiao sniffed and shook his head.

His dark eyes were shining, scanning the huge cheetah-like motorcycle with excitement. The thin golden lines undulated with the smooth body, surging like golden light.

Xiao Jingchuan smiled: "Like it?"

Tang Jiao rubbed his palms and Mao Mao nodded.

The little hand pointed at the two black helmets, one large and one small, hanging on the front of the car.

"Are we going for a ride?"

"Ah."

Xiao Jingchuan pulled off the glove on the other hand, held Tang Jiao's hand, and put it on for her.

He wore gloves that exposed one knuckle, and it turned out to be just right for Tang Jiao's little hands.

Xiao Jingchuan couldn't help but smile in his heart.

Small short hands.

"It was too cold, so I shouldn't have taken you to have a shower."

He took off the thickened long down jacket from the back seat of the car, unfolded a pocket, and wrapped the little man from head to toe.

The zipper was pulled to the top, and the brand new helmet was buckled on the little head.

"But if you're not happy, you can do whatever you want."

Xiao Jingchuan patted his iron head with his big hand, and raised the corners of his mouth, his face full of youthful spirit and indulgence.

The black cheetah galloped on the road, drawing an arc of obsidian and golden light.

The biting wind whistled against the helmet, causing a ringing in the ears.

Tang Jiao hugged Xiao Jingchuan's waist tightly, buried in his broad back, and looked at the rapidly retreating street scene through the transparent front cover of his helmet.

Being properly wrapped in warmth, you can feel the cold wind and cold winter.

So exciting!

so amazing...

It was as fast as if the free soul was about to shed its body and run away brazenly.

Her eyes were shining with stars, and she couldn't help but tighten the boy's waist even more.

Completely enjoy the speed and passion that can only be seen in movies.

When he got off the motorcycle, Tang Jiao had not yet recovered.

She looked up at Xiao Jingchuan, and her heart in her chest seemed to be racing along with the speed of the car.

Xiao Jingchuan took off his helmet, held it with one hand, tossed his hair casually, and looked at her with a smile.

"scared?"

The tall and handsome young man already has a mature body like a man, slightly messy hair, and a casual and carefree attitude, and every part of him is so dazzling.

Tang Jiao blinked, his throat itchy.

It took a while to find my voice.

"I'm not scared, it's so exciting and fun!"

Xiao Jingchuan's smile deepened.

He raised his hand and rubbed Tang Zhi's messy hair: "Let's go, let me show you something more exciting."

A huge door made of jet black metal was opened inwards.

Tang Jiao stood at the door, looking at the gorgeous dome hanging inside, feeling vaguely that she was about to enter another world belonging to Xiaojingchuan.

Xiao Jingchuan took out a black mask and carefully put it on Tang Jiao's face.

Tang Jiao looked at Xiao Jingchuan's uncovered face and without asking, he was quietly led by the wrist and walked inside.

I could faintly hear the lively cheers, and the farther inside I got, the clearer they became.

Until a stage taller than a human appeared in her sight.

"Remember what I said last time, let me show you real free fighting."

The lights are bright and the shouts are crazy!

Sweat splattered everywhere, and the flesh hit violently...

From the best viewing position, you can watch with your own eyes an extremely passionate fighting match that involves fists, fists, and even blood.

Tang Jiao was still in a daze when he was led into the private Qiongsen VIP room in Xiaojingchuan.

It was as if his head was still stuck in the deafening screams and frenzy.

"O-so amazing...their muscles are as big as basketballs! Just like those in foreign movies!"

"The movement was so fast! My eyes were dazzled. The shorter warrior was so nimble! He flew behind him in a swish and knocked him over..."

"If they beat you like this, won't your body be damaged?"

"It feels like my teeth are going to be knocked out and my ribs are going to be broken..."

The girl's pure eyes were full of shock and confusion, but there was no aversion to violence.

Xiao Jingchuan smiled, put his big palm into Tang Ziao's short hair and rubbed it, comforting the excited and slightly frightened Tang Ziao with a warm voice.

"Before going on stage, you will wear braces in your mouth to protect your mouth and tongue. It looks cruel, but it is actually done with skill, and the ribs will not be broken..."

"The people who can fight here are all professionally trained and have the skills and rules."

He patiently explained all of Tang Jiao's questions one after another.

A good girl is still gentle and gentle when faced with a completely unfamiliar and incomprehensible field.

"But it hurts. Why do you like fighting and getting beaten?"

The warm palms rubbed the back of Tang Jiao's head and neck, sending a calming force.

"Some people come here to make a living, some come here for excitement, some just like fighting, and some come here to vent..."

"Everyone who comes on stage does it voluntarily. They enjoy it and enjoy the sport."

Tang Jiao nodded in understanding, and she raised her head to meet Xiao Jingchuan's eyes.

"What about you? Is this also the case for you?"

Xiao Jingchuan paused, smiled suddenly, and admitted, "Yes."

The door was pushed open suddenly.

"Brother, you actually brought little Tang Jiao?"

Qi Dongyang walked in with several glasses of cocktails, followed by a very tall black man.

"Oh! Little Tang Jiao! I have long admired your name!"

The black man walked in very enthusiastically, flashing his neat white teeth, and wanted to shake hands with Tang Jiao.

"Qiao Sen, my friend, he drives Qiong Sen."

After Xiao Jingchuan introduced the two of them, he pushed the wine away and raised his chin at Qi Dongyang.

"Change the milk."

Qi Dongyang rolled his eyes and went out again with two glasses of wine.

If I don't drink with my beautiful sister downstairs, I deserve to be eaten like dog food!