Mu Wan was greedy for pleasure, and the big boss in the Beijing circle got away with it

Luo Shuwan was too frightened to move.

But the hand on his neck did not let go!

The blood rushed upwards, the swelling spread from the neck to the top of the head, and it became increasingly difficult to breathe.

The old pervert smiled obscenely and began to unbutton her shirt.

Luo Shuwan tried his best to push him away, lying on the ground and panting heavily, a hoarse cough escaping from his throat.

"Why should you erect a chastity memorial when you become a bitch? You'd better be submissive!"

"Serve me well, and I'll pass the paper for you."

The old pervert clicked his tongue, untied his belt, swung it around, and walked toward her step by step.

Luo Shuwan squatted on the ground and backed away tremblingly.

He looked around in fear, but didn't find anything handy that he could use for defense.

It was too late to call someone, this old pervert was too close to her, and he would pounce on her as soon as she made a sound.

In desperation, she touched a piece of broken glass from the ground and pressed the sharp glass fragments against the side of her neck.

"Don't come here! If you take one more step forward, I will die here!"

Her hands were shaking and her voice was shaking as she spoke.

The old pervert smiled even more obscenely, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, "Tsk, tsk, were you so chaste when you were serving others last night?"

Luo Shuwan exerted force on her hands, and the glass shards dug into her skin, and blood flowed out, slowly flowing down her fair neck, and the collar of her white shirt became a little red.

The old pervert was stunned and stared at her, as if he was weighing whether she would risk her life.

The sound of Luo Shuwan's rapid breathing surrounded Nuo Da's office, and even the vibrato could be heard clearly.

At this time, the mobile phone in Luo Shuwan's bag rang.

As soon as the high-pitched and passionate melody of "Song of a Hero" came out, it was so sudden that it exploded, breaking the emergency situation of life and death.

Taking this opportunity, Luo Shuwan quickly stood up and ran towards the door of the office.

The old pervert hurriedly picked up the thermos cup and threw it at Luo Shuwan.

The thermos cup filled with hot water hit the back of Luo Shuwan's neck accurately. She swayed and fell uncontrollably.

The door is right in front of you!

One more step forward and she can escape!

Suddenly, a big hand grabbed her ankle and dragged her inside.

The hope of escape was getting further and further away from her, and she was overcome with despair.

Luo Shuwan scraped the floor with all his strength and shouted for help with all his strength.

"Oh!"

The door was kicked open.

Zhao Xingyue rushed in, jumped up and gave the old pervert a flying kick.

"Lou Shengchun! You're tired of living!" Zhao Xingyue strode up to him, grabbed his collar, raised his fist and punched him in the face.

After a while, my hands were full of blood.

"I'll deal with you later!"

Zhao Xingyue kicked him hard, turned around and came to Luo Shuwan, carefully helped her up, the pain in his eyes overflowed, "Wanwan, I'm sorry, I'm late."

The tense nerves collapsed instantly. Luo Shuwan's legs went limp and she collapsed in his arms, crying loudly.

In four years, this was the first time Luo Shuwan had been so close to him.

The first time I met her was on the day of registration as a freshman.

She hurried to the library holding the new book that had just been issued. She bumped into him while passing through the Cherry Blossom Avenue, and the books were scattered on the floor.

He picked up the book and handed it to her, just as she looked up.

He still remembers that look into each other's eyes and the throbbing feeling in his heart.

Her beauty and the flying and falling cherry blossoms are not as good as the unexpected.

Zhao Xingyue has been secretly in love with her for four years, but he never dared to confess.

As graduation approaches, Pure Love God of War finally sees the light of day.

Zhao Xing was more and more flattered, and his eyes were red with excitement.

He wanted to hug her, but he didn't dare to go beyond her.

He just patted her shoulder and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. It's okay. Let's go out first?"

Zhao Xingyue picked up Luo Shuwan's canvas bag and subconsciously held her hand.

His fingertips barely touched hers. He paused, hesitated for a second, and then grabbed her wrist, "Let's go."

Zhao Xingyue led her to the car, opened the passenger door in a gentlemanly manner, and helped her sit in.

Her eyes were distracted, staring blankly at one place, her thick and curled eyelashes were wet, her face was still pale, and she had not yet recovered from the fear just now.

Looking at her miserable little appearance, Zhao Xingyue's heart ached.

He took out his cell phone and dialed the first number in his address book.

The phone automatically hung up as it approached, and the other end answered.

He didn't say anything after answering.

Zhao Xingyue glanced at the phone screen to confirm that the call was connected, and stood up straight unconsciously, "Uncle, I... I want to ask you for a favor."