The villain is coming back strong [Quick wear]

At this moment, a melodious female voice sounded in Ye Qingheng's ears like the sound of heaven.

"You don't stop! I have already called the police!"

The sound was silky, and the sound penetrated into the ears, as if oxygen was pervasive, and it paralyzed all Ye Qingheng's brain nerves.

The fat man who looked like a mountain of meat finally moved away from Ye Qingheng's face, and countless air flooded towards him. The brain that was extremely hypoxic just now faced so much oxygen, which made Ye Qingheng feel a little dazed for a moment.

The oxygen rushing into the nasal cavity had no time to inhale, Ye Qingheng lay helplessly on the ground coughing violently, his hands were almost numb, he tried his best to raise his arms to pat his chest, but in the end he couldn’t powerless.

The severe cough made Ye Qingheng's already injured viscera even more uncomfortable, his face was flushed red, and he was almost dying.

At this moment, the sweet voice like fairy music echoed in Ye Qingheng's ears again, and the soft and sweet voice hit Ye Qingheng's heart directly.

"Are you ok?"

Ye Qingheng's heart trembled, he tried his best to get up from the ground, but suddenly, a pair of weak and boneless hands gently attached to his back.

It seemed that his body was too heavy, the girl struggled a bit when helping him up, and was panting heavily.

The warm air sprayed around Ye Qingheng's ears, making him blush from the tips of his ears to the bottom of his heart.

It took a lot of effort for the girl to help him from lying on his back to a sitting position. Ye Qingheng leaned his head on the girl's arms, with his soft body behind him, and her powerful heartbeat kept beating against him. his heart.

Ye Qingheng gritted his teeth, and said a few words with trembling lips, "Thank you..."

The girl's soft hand gently patted his chest, the hot temperature in the palm penetrated through the thin clothing and burned to Ye Qingheng's heart, the girl's voice was still gentle, "You're welcome."

Ye Qingheng struggled to open his eyes, "I want...to see you..."

But suddenly, the catkin gently covered his eyes, "You are injured, don't waste your energy until the ambulance arrives, I will always be with you, huh?"

The lingering ending made Ye Qing's constant heart lake ripple, and he responded softly, "Okay."

The girl stopped talking, and only then did Ye Qingheng hear a few intermittent sirens among the chaotic shouts around her.

Not long ago, the voice was ferocious, the hideous voice of laughing on his head, it seemed that he had encountered something terrible at this moment.

"Uncle policeman, I... we just want to teach him a lesson. He dared to touch our goddess. We just wanted to beat him up. Don't arrest us, uncle policeman..."

Although Ye Qingheng couldn't see the fat man's appearance, he could hear a trace of fear in his trembling voice.

As soon as the fat man finished speaking, a cold male voice sounded, "No matter what the reason is, you can't beat someone like this, go back to the police station with us first..."

"No! Uncle Police... Please..."

Ye Qingheng couldn't help but twitched the corners of his lips, his begging for mercy put him in a good mood.

"hiss--"

Ye Qingheng took a sharp breath, he really didn't expect that just a simple action like pulling the corners of his lips would touch the wound on his face, and he couldn't help crying out in pain.

Warm, soft fingers gently attached to his lips, and the faint heat in the fingertips gradually faded away. Ye Qingheng only felt a burst of numbness on his lips, which made him almost unable to restrain himself from licking.

A gentle voice sounded from above the head, "Does it still hurt?"

Ye Qingheng shook his head lightly, his lips were only slightly parted, "It doesn't hurt anymore..."

The sound of leather shoes kicking on the ground gradually approached, and Ye Qingheng, who had his eyes closed, felt a large shadow cast in front of him.

The policeman looked at the wound on his body and couldn't help but sighed, "The person who beat you has been taken away by my colleagues. I'll wait for the ambulance with you."

The male voice was somewhat familiar, and Ye Qingheng judged that it was the policeman who stopped Fatty and the others just now, "Thank you, Uncle Policeman."

The policeman shook his head slightly, "You're welcome, it's all about serving the people."

But at this moment, a reporter popped out from nowhere, and the high-definition camera recorded Ye Qingheng's horrific appearance covered in blood.

The microphone was almost on the mouth of the policeman, "Comrade policeman, what do you think of Ms. Song Shuyi's fans random cyber violence and beating others?"

The all-pervasive reporter gave the police some headaches, and in order to bring the beating fan back to the police station, he was left alone at the moment.

He tried to turn off the reporter's camera, but the reporter nimbly avoided him, "Comrade policeman, what are you doing? Could it be that you want to hide it for Miss Song Shuyi?"

The policeman's face darkened, "Before the matter comes to an end, I hope you don't talk nonsense!"

However, the reporter ignored the police's stern voice, and turned the microphone on Ye Qingheng, "May I ask, sir, what is the relationship between you and the nation's first love, Miss Song Shuyi? If I'm not mistaken, the person who took the lead just now is Song Shuyi." President of the Miss Fan Club, what do you think of the scolding on the Internet?"

Ye Qingheng seemed unable to turn his head around, "A lot of cursing?"

He worked in a western restaurant for a day, and was beaten up when he came out, so he didn't have time to care about things on the Internet.

The reporter showed a meaningful smile, "So you don't know, today is the funeral of the chairman of the Gu Group and his wife, and Miss Song Shuyi will cancel her engagement with Young Master Gu Xiuzhu at the funeral."

"And the culprit who caused Miss Song Shuyi to break her promise seems to be you, sir."

It was only then that Ye Qingheng realized why those people started beating him at the slightest disagreement just now. It turned out that it was all because of Song Shuyi.

What a fool!

The most important thing now is to shake himself off and pretend... No, he is a victim himself!

As for that stupid woman Song Shuyi, there will be plenty of opportunities to explain later, as long as he hooks his fingers, she will run like him regardless of everything.

Ye Qingheng's voice began to choke, and he shaped himself like a flourishing white lotus blooming in the mud, "I... I don't know what's going on, just after I got off work, they came to me with a video, what is it? Miss Song accidentally twisted her foot when she came to the restaurant to eat, so I helped her up."

"But what I didn't expect was that I just did a good deed, but I suffered a severe beating... I... only one grandma left in my family, what if I... my grandma..."

Ye Qingheng closed his eyes, tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and ran across his cheeks like pearls, especially conspicuous on that bruised face.

The reporter recorded this scene with a smile, and secretly posted it on the Internet.

"Good people are not rewarded!" "Song Shuyi fans beat innocent passers-by!" "Song Shuyi fans entered the detention center." The three entries quickly rushed to the front row of hot searches.

All of a sudden, Song Shuyi's already precarious image fell to the bottom, which aroused the resentment of countless passers-by.

The TV drama that was originally rated so high and high has been given a low score by countless people who dislike her, and the title of "National First Love" has become a joke.

A large number of fans left fans, and many fans even stepped back. She was no longer the perfect goddess in their hearts.

Only a few brainless fans still insisted that Ye Qingheng, a cheap man, seduced their goddess.

What's more, there are even some brainless fans who start to attack Yun Lihan. Their goddess can be wrong, and all the mistakes are Yun Lihan, the person who exposed the goddess's actions. On the official Weibo of the Gu Group All kinds of insulting words are endless.

However, with 9527, the big killer, all the idiotic fans who were originally anonymously cursing on the official Weibo had their real identities on their avatars.

A letter from a lawyer seemed to be sent to their mailbox privately without any money.

The brainless fans are finally scared now, deleting comments, deleting accounts, canceling accounts.

However, when they found out that only cursing people on the official Weibo of the Gu Group would reveal their true identities, and that they were still anonymous elsewhere, their aggrieved hearts broke out just now, and they opened a super chat dedicated to insulting Ye Qingheng.

At this time, Ye Qingheng was still immersed in fantasy, with a sad face on his face, but he didn't realize that after the cinnabar mole on his heart half-armed and the reporter secretly looked at each other, a strange smile appeared on the corners of their lips.

The reporter was about to finish the interview, and the ambulance arrived just in time. When Ye Qingheng was carried into the ambulance, his almost broken hand was tightly held in the soft palm.

It was still the voice that seemed to be an orchid in an empty valley, "Relax, you sleep, I will accompany you."

Ye Qingheng felt warm in his heart, "Okay."

After sending Ye Qingheng to the hospital, the woman turned around and walked into the bathroom, her smiling face turned cold in an instant.

Her white right hand was slowly raised in front of her eyes, holding a few black hairs between her fingers, she smiled, took out her mobile phone and made a call, "Everything is going according to plan."

-

On a sunny day, the warm wind produces wheat air, and the green shade and quiet grass wins over flowers.

Fragments of sunlight fell from among the crowded leaves, printing sparkling spots on the ground.

In the morning sun, a black Maybach galloped all the way and stopped in front of a unique office building.

The car door opened, and the young man exuding a faint indifference stepped out of the car.

He was dressed in a straight black suit, his long legs were covered under the suit pants, his deep black eyes were hidden in the fine bangs, his thin lips were gently pursed, and his demeanor was alienated, making people think that he was not a mortal. people.

The employees on both sides of Hou couldn't help lowering their heads slowly, and all their disapproval of the new president was thrown out of the blue.

Under the leadership of secretary Xiao Quan, Yun Lihan walked all the way to the conference room.

The door opened, and the sun slanted down on Yun Lihan, most of the shareholders sitting on the chairs subconsciously straightened their backs.

However, the few shareholders sitting closest to the first place seemed to have no bones in their bodies, and almost all of them slumped on their chairs.

Yun Lihan strode over with his long legs, but after a few steps he took the first place. He lowered his eyes slightly, glanced over the few shareholders, and ordered Xiao Quan who was standing beside him,

"Secretary Xiao, I think this chair is not comfortable to sit on. Go and change some benches."