After the beautiful female partner is reborn, the male protagonist is cremated together

The girl's face flushed with anger moved closer to her, her crystal eyes filled with heat and charm that made people fall deeply into her eyes.

As his breaths mingled audibly, Tong Zhuo subconsciously relaxed his grip.

Then a sharp pain came from his shoulder. Tong Zhuo hissed in pain and asked Ling Quanquan to seize the opportunity to break free and run out of the door.

But Tong Zhuo had long prevented her from escaping. He stretched out his other uninjured hand, easily grabbed her body and pinned her down on the piano.

This posture is more ambiguous than before, but also more dangerous.

Ling Huanquan could almost feel his lower body pressing against her closely.

The entanglement between the two brings unspeakable shame and fear.

Tong Zhuo pinched the tender flesh of her cheek and sneered, "I've used this trick once, Ling Quanquan, do you think I'm a fool?

Will the same trick work twice? "

Following Tong Zhuo's strength, Ling Quanquan was forced to raise his head.

With her chest pressed against the piano, she showed an unspeakable and shameful posture in front of these young and cruel boys.

Turning around the door of the dance studio, a dark figure appeared, struggled in circles, and suddenly shouted.

"Help! Classmate! Help me call the police!"

Everyone followed Ling Huanhuan's line of sight and looked over.

Su Zheyi stood at the door with his hands in his pockets, watching the scene indifferently.

To put it another way, maybe he was looking at Ling Quanquan who was asking for help indifferently.

Tong Zhuo's face became solemn and he lowered his voice, "Professor Su, what are you doing here? Doesn't Senior Ling Yue want you to accompany her?"

Ling Quanquan's heart sank, and most of the joy in his heart was gone.

How could Su Zheyi help her?

Sure enough, Su Zheyi stood at the door for a moment, slowly took out his hand from his pocket, and closed the door in front of Ling Huanquan.

He didn't even know why he wanted to make this trip.

What he should care about most should be Ling Yue.

Indoors, Tong Zhuo watched Su Zheyi slowly close the door, and the malice in his heart seemed to be opened in reverse.

He clung to Ling Quanquan's back and said in a deep voice: "Are you disappointed? Who do you think it is? Is it Jiang Sheng?

You think Jiang Sheng is a good guy, but you have never seen him look like a vicious dog attacking someone for a business deal. "

Ling Huanhuan's tears fell uncontrollably and soon soaked Tong Zhuo's hands thoroughly.

His whole body was stiff and trembling, not knowing whether it was anger or fear.

The round and charming eyes were wide open, and the eye sockets seemed to be bleeding from too much exertion.

"What right do you have to look down on Jiang Sheng! A fool like you, who relies on your family background to dominate, is not worthy of mentioning Jiang Sheng's name!

A violent maniac like you only deserves to be together with a dirty gangster like Tong Jue, and only deserves to be together with this group of bad guys who bully girls! "

Tong Zhuo's face full of pleasure suddenly turned extremely gloomy, "Am I not worthy? Ling Quanquan, your mouth is so unpleasant, you should wash it off."

He took a bottle of mineral water from the boy on the side, twisted the cap with his teeth, bit it open, flipped his hands, and poured it all on Ling Huanquan's head.

The icy water poured down, and the entire circle seemed to be immersed in ice cubes. From the nose to the lungs, it was filled with biting ice.

The eyes of the boys surrounding her slid down from her face along her slender neck, staring meaningfully at the undulating curves.

Xia Tian's clothes were very thin, and Tong Zhuo made a condescending smile.

"Ling Quanquan, you are so mean, this look suits you best."

The door of the dance studio was suddenly pushed open.

Su Zheyi stood at the door with his eyebrows knitted and casually glanced at Ling Huanhuan, whose clothes were soaked, "Someone is coming."

As if to confirm her words, a noise came from the corridor: "Ling Quanquan, where are you!"

It was the voice of a classmate from the dance department, and Ling Quanquan immediately started struggling.

Even though Tong Zhuo covered her mouth with his big hand, she still twisted her body and pressed the keys to make a messy but loud sound.

The sound of footsteps approached quickly, and Su Zheyi walked in quickly with long legs and dragged Ling Huanhuan out of Tong Zhuo's arms.

"That's enough, Tong Zhuo, don't overdo it."

There was a warning in his cold eyes. Although Tong Zhuo was still unsatisfied, he was still willing to give him this face.

He stretched out his hand to catch Ling Yuan's chin, and patted her face twice gently, "You are lucky. I hope you will always be so lucky."

Ling Huanquan's back was straightened, and the disgust in his eyes was almost undisguised, "Tong Zhuo, I really hope that one day you will be like your cousin."

Tong Zhuo sneered disdainfully and led others to the door, where he happened to meet a student from Class [-] of the Dance Department.

He arrogantly pushed away the leader and left in a swaggering manner.

The boys in the class looked at Ling Quanquan's embarrassment and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Squad leader Wei Siyun stepped forward, took off his military training jacket, put it on Ling Quanquan, lowered his head and coughed lightly.

"You're already wet. Let me take you back to your dormitory."

The boys in the Dance Department Class [-] behind him booed meaningfully.

Wei Siyun's face turned redder, and he explained in a subtle way:

"I was the only one who asked for leave from the instructor just now. You didn't ask for leave. Go back to training as soon as possible."

Ling Quanquan smiled gratefully at him.

Su Zheyi's expressionless face suddenly became a little darker.

When he was standing at the door, he was actually waiting for Ling Quanquan to take the initiative to ask him for help.

But after Ling Quanquan saw who he was, he shut his mouth tightly and refused to speak again.

Although I have known for a long time that Ling Quanquan looks weak and docile, but is actually very stubborn.

But being so stubborn, she thanked the other boys with gratitude and dependence, and Su Zheyi felt a touch of regret in her heart.

He vaguely felt that he seemed to have lost the qualification to help Ling Quanquan forever.

Perhaps, he should have taken the initiative to stop Tong Zhuo just now.

Even if this is completely inconsistent with his usual style of doing things.

Ling Quanquan thanked the other students in a low voice before turning his head and facing Su Zheyi with a cold expression.

"Professor Su, it's not convenient for me to practice in this state. I'd better cancel this afternoon's practice."

She didn't mention what Su Zheyi had just watched, not even a look of blame.

But Su Zheyi's heart was filled with even greater anger and irritability that he could not explain the source of.

"up to you."

He nodded coldly and left the dance studio straight away.

All the men who could bring her a sense of threat left, and Ling Huanquan let out a faint breath.

"Thank you so much, monitor."

The delicate and pretty girl had her face tilted up timidly, and her black hair was wet with water, showing her incomparable fragility.

It wasn't until this moment that she showed her frightened panic, "Fortunately you guys arrived in time."

Wei Siyun's heart instantly softened.

"Fortunately, you knew to call me. As soon as I heard you said that Tong Zhuo brought many people, I asked the boys in the class to come together."

A trace of fear flashed across Ling Huanquan's face, his lips pursed slightly, and he said sheepishly:

"Actually, I shouldn't have called the monitor over. Tong Zhuo's family has a background, and I heard that his father is still a school director.

I didn’t expect...I didn’t expect that someone would actually come..."