tyrant only love

"It's so dangerous, does he know?" Yan Jingyu asked casually as he kneaded the sore spot where his wrist was tied.

"He knows very well" but he still came here for you.

It was the first time that Shan Yue discovered that Zheng Zhuocheng could really lose his life when he fell in love with someone.

"Why didn't you stop him?" Such a willful man, why did he suddenly feel a sense of happiness in his heart.

"You know Zhuo Cheng's temper best. Who can stop what he decides to do?" Shan Yue is right, with his unique dominance, whose words can he listen to?

"Guo Zi, hurry up and get your Brother Cheng back." Yan Jingyu still had injuries on his body, and to be honest, he was not sure how to calm down the man who was in a crazy state.

"Sister-in-law, this is up to you, I will definitely be kicked back in the past." Guo Zi shook his head, he didn't want to be taken advantage of.If you don't play the main character, if you let him play a small supporting role, he will definitely die a miserable death.

Guo Zi didn't joke, the current Zheng Zhuocheng is really unlucky whoever goes up.

Yan Jingyu gave him a sideways look, but didn't speak.

"Aren't you going to persuade him? If he beats someone to death, he will become a sinner." Aus crossed his chest, and Yan Jingyu felt familiar with the coldness on his face.

"I seem to have seen you before!" Yan Jingyu stared into his eyes, as if he had known him before.

"You don't remember?" Oss narrowed his eyes, and the expression on his face became even colder.

"Familiar" is just familiar.

Yan Jingyu's memory is not that bad, but the current situation does not allow him to think about other things.

"Shan Yue, is there any sedative, he's a bit out of his mind now" If he pulls away forcibly, it may have the opposite effect.

"Tranquilizers can't be used, his illness is against such drugs." Shan Yue shook his head.Cat magic. , Tranquilizers are of no use to him.

"Sister-in-law, don't use any sedatives, as long as you go up, Brother Cheng will stop obediently." Guo Zi pushed Yan Jingyu, who was behind Zheng Zhuocheng.

"Zheng Zhuocheng, calm down." Lin Shao, who rolled his eyes and shrunk up, seemed to be losing his breath.

Lin Shao has practiced a black belt, and his skills can be regarded as top-notch in general, but in front of Zheng Zhuocheng, he is too tender.Even if Zheng Zhuocheng was sick, he was still more than enough to deal with Young Master Lin. After a few rounds, Young Master Lin lay on the ground and let Zheng Zhuocheng kick him.

Zheng Zhuocheng didn't seem to hear it, and his attack was very ruthless, but... this was too ruthless.

"Zheng Zhuocheng, did I tell you to stop?" Yan Jingyu raised his voice.

How could a man who lost his mind hear it.

"Zheng Zhuocheng, I told you to calm down and hear?" Yan Jingyu, who was extremely angry, grabbed him around, and people came in front of him. Zheng Zhuocheng had a terrible face, and no one dared to offend him, but Yan Jingyu It is to send the lips up to block the man's cold lips.

The familiar smell and the infatuated atmosphere made Zheng Zhuocheng calm down, and his eyes returned to the coldness they had been living in.

"Calm down!" Letting go of the man, Yan Jingyu's disappointing face became a little hot.

"This is the first time you kiss me on your own initiative." There was a smile on the corner of the mouth, and the evil eyes were full of joy.

"That's not the point." Yan Jingyu was speechless, couldn't this man be more serious.

"For me, only you are the most important thing" Everything else is secondary, Zheng Zhuocheng has long put this man in the most important position in his heart.

"You don't need to show affection here, what should he do?" Zhi Yu ringed his chest, a little bit unbearable, beating people into cripples and showing affection, something only this domineering man can do, while watching Yan Jing Yu's eyes were a little bored.

"Guo Zi, bring me back to Bo Zi." Zheng Zhuocheng put his hands on Yan Jingyu's shoulders. To outsiders, it was a gesture of intimacy, but Yan Jingyu's body shook and he wrapped his arms around his waist.

Zheng Zhuocheng smiled at him, both grateful and happy.

Yan Jingyu raised his brows very high. The man leaning on him was scorching hot. The sutures after the operation were also splitting, and blood seeped into his clothes. Yan Jingyu could smell the bloody smell in the air. It wasn't Lin Less blood, but Zheng Zhuocheng's blood.