I was spoiled after being forced to marry

Fan Xing quickly ran over to stand in front of Eric, looking at those people vigilantly, "What are you going to do?"

The other party was a group of young people in their 20s. They were dressed in fancy clothes, smoked and drank alcohol, and looked like hooligans. They didn't look like serious people.

Seeing someone protecting Eric, they still looked fearless and lisp, "Who are you, don't worry about it... hey?"

In the end, before he finished speaking, the person who spoke suddenly saw Fan Xing's appearance clearly, and stared at Fan Xing's body up and down, without concealing the astonishment in his eyes, his expression and tone gradually became ambiguous, "Oh, so She's a little beauty. This little brother is your friend? We didn't think about it, but he drank our wine and didn't give us money. We opened the door to do business, so we can't do business at a loss, don't you think?"

Most of Fan Xing's thoughts were on Eric, and he didn't care about the other party's strange attitude at all. He turned around and helped Eric, who was drunk, without taking a second look at them, and asked casually, "How much? I'll pay for him."

"Not much, that's 5 to [-] yuan, this little..."

"How much?" Fan Xing was taken aback, turned around and looked at them with wide eyes in surprise, thinking he was hallucinating.

Those people seemed to like to see his reaction. They all burst out laughing, and when they had had enough, they laughed and said, "Why, can't afford it? It's okay, do you think this is good? The little beauty just wants to drink with us... …ah!"

The other party, a young man with colorful hair dyed, was talking in an ambiguous manner while reaching out to touch Fan Xing's face without hesitation, but he missed Fan Xing's face, and received a heavy punch on his cheek. The person fell out.

Before Fan Xing could react, he saw the drunk Eric behind him rushing up, sealed the opponent's neckline and lifted him up, punched him again and again, cursing the opponent in inarticulate English.

Eric was already fierce in fights, and the opponent was completely defenseless. At this time, he was beaten and had no power to fight back, so he could only curl up and let out an ugly wail.

Only then did the others come to their senses, seeing the boss being beaten, they immediately surrounded him.

Seeing this, Fan Xing hurried to Eric's side, but it was too late to persuade him. The other party had no intention of reconciling because of the large number of people, and they were all vicious, some took the bench, and some rushed up to Fan Xing Eric hit him.

Here, He Qingmo can only make a phone call, but over there has already fallen into a melee, and Fan Xing is still surrounded in the circle.

His face darkened, and he had already rushed up, pulled away the little bastard who was holding up a chair and was about to throw it at Fan Xing, and kicked that person.

Fan Xing was worried that Eric would suffer if he was drunk, so he stood behind him all the time. Seeing He Qingmo coming at this time, he felt relieved.

However, the chaotic scene did not end because of this, on the contrary, it tended to intensify.

Eric, who was drunk, didn't care about the consequences at all, and his attacks were extremely vicious. Although he was injured, the people who fought with him were beaten more severely. Several of them were rolled on the ground holding their stomachs, unable to stand up at all.

The people in the bar are all in the same group, and they are local snakes. People in this area dare not provoke them. They are used to being arrogant, but now they are beaten in their own place. Can you bear it?All of them were furious, and they just wanted to vent their anger for their own people, so almost the entire bar gathered here.

Here, although He Qingmo and Eric are not weak, and Fan Xing can take care of himself, but two fists are no match for four hands, so they must be the ones who will suffer.

Just when Fan Xing was getting more and more anxious, suddenly someone in the other party's group shouted in surprise: "He Qingmo? It's He Qingmo!"

In the chaotic bar, one second there were people clutching empty wine bottles and holding them high, and some people were screaming while clutching their stomachs, but the next second these people were all motionless as if they had been acupunctured.

There was only one person who couldn't stop the car, and threw the wine bottle held high at Fan Xing's head.

He Qingmo quickly protected Fan Xing, and the wine bottle hit He Qingmo's shoulder heavily, smashing to the ground with a crash.

"Brother!" Fan Xing turned around and saw this scene, couldn't help exclaiming, and subconsciously reached out to check He Qingmo's injury.

But the hand was held by the man. The man shook his head at him, indicating that he was fine, and then looked coldly at the little gangster who had just started.

When the other party heard He Qingmo's name, he instinctively wanted to stop, but his drunken brain couldn't control his body, and the bottle was thrown out anyway.

At this time, seeing that he not only made a move, but also smashed a man who could not be provoked at all, he was sober for three minutes, his legs were weak, and he looked at He Qingmo's voice trembling, "He...he..."

As a result, facing He Qingmo's condensed eyes, he stuttered for a long time and couldn't say a complete sentence.

In fact, he wasn't the only one, except for the drunk Eric and Fan Xing, everyone else looked at He Qingmo in disbelief and dared not show his air.

There was chaos just now, not to mention that most of these people had drunk some wine, so no one could see He Qingmo's face clearly, or they didn't expect He Qingmo to appear here at all.

But He Qingmo's face has a very high exposure rate, and it is impossible for young people who pay attention to the news not to know him.

So it's impossible to be wrong.

It's just that even if they saw it clearly, they still felt like a dream. How could someone of He Qingmo's level appear in a place like them?

But the fact is that this is the case. The man stood in front of them alive, with a cold and calm expression, and a pair of deep eyes fell on the little bastard who had just dropped a wine bottle on his shoulder without blinking.

It's clear that there is no emotion, but no one dares to do it again, because everyone knows clearly that they can't afford to provoke this person.

He Qingmo grabbed Fan Xing's hand and squeezed it. He was very angry at this moment, not because he was hit by a wine bottle, but because the wine bottle would have hit Fan Xing on the head.

As soon as he thought of the possible results, the anger in his heart surged upwards, a tendency that he couldn't suppress.

Fan Xing only shifted his attention from the man's shoulders to the man's body when he felt a little pain from being pinched, and only then did he notice the strangeness of the man's emotions.

He quickly grabbed the man's arm and called him softly, "Brother."

When He Qingmo turned his head, he met the child's clear eyes, showing faint worry and comfort.

He sighed lightly, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, I won't beat him until he becomes paralyzed, let's go." He picked up the drunk Eric and dragged Fan Xing out.

He knew that Fan Xing didn't want to make things big. This is a popular tourist area with a lot of people. If he really beat people up with his own temper, there would always be some trouble afterwards.

Forget it, he called Song Yang just now when he entered the door, and Song Yang knew what to do.

Although he really wanted to do it himself, but the timing was not right, and Eric is really a troublemaker, he was more ruthless than anyone else in the fight, and immediately fell asleep unconscious after the fight.

The point is that there are new wounds and old wounds on his body, lying there motionless, it's really pitiful to look at.

So He Qingmo decided to leave this place of right and wrong first.

Fortunately, it was already midnight, and there was no one outside.

After they left the bar, they did the same as when they came, first drove to the helicopter, and then boarded the plane back.

Eric was drunk and unconscious. After He Qingmo threw him on the bed, Fan Xing twisted a towel over. He took it and wiped Eric's face in a very rude manner.

There were several bruises on Eric's face, some were from the fight with Qin Xiuming last night, and some were from today's new injuries. He Qingmo was too strong, and when he touched these places, Eric couldn't help but frown. painful.

Fan Xing stood watching from the side, couldn't help but opened his mouth to speak, but finally swallowed "I'll come" wisely, anyway, he knew that He Qingmo couldn't let him come.

So he obediently waited aside, and after He Qingmo wiped it off, he took the towel and turned around to go to the kitchen to prepare a hangover soup, but He Qingmo stopped him, "Don't worry, he's so drunk, you just He can't drink it even if it's ready."

As he spoke, the man glanced at the time, it was almost four o'clock, "There is still a little time, you go in and lie down for a while."

He knew that Fan Xing must still insist on going back to class, and it was useless to persuade him, so he bought some time to let him sleep for a while.

Fan Xing shook his head lightly, "It's okay, I don't have class this morning, so I can go back to sleep. And I can't sleep now either."

While talking, Fan Xing dragged He Qingmo to the lounge outside, let the man sit on the sofa, leaned over and reached out to take off the man's clothes.

The man grabbed his wrist, leaned back on the sofa, watched him smile meaningfully, and said in a teasing tone, "Hey, are you so active today?"

Fan Xingming knew that he did it on purpose, but he was thin-skinned and his cheeks were still hot, so he gave the man an angry look, "Let me see your injury."

That wine bottle was not lightly smashed, and He Qingmo was wearing thin clothes, so his shoulder must have been injured.

In fact, when he stretched out his hand, the man knew his intentions, but he deliberately changed the subject because he didn't want him to worry.

"fine……"

"let me see!"

But Fan Xing was very persistent in this matter, holding onto his coat with his small white hands, looking up into his eyes, his fair cheeks were flushed because of the man's words just now, but his eyes were firm.

The man laughed and gave in, "Okay, can my wife not show it if she wants to see it? Come on!" He spread his arms and sat on the sofa generously, smiling at Fan Xing, with a look of listening Respect it, let you pick it.

Fan Xing was worried about him, so he didn't talk to him. Seeing that he agreed, he immediately took off his coat, and the man was very cooperative.

But after taking off the coat, Fan Xing was in a bit of trouble, because the man only had a shirt inside.

If he wanted to look at the man's shoulder, he would definitely have to take off his shirt, but... a little embarrassed.

Although it was normal for their relationship to be honest, they hadn't met each other honestly after all. Moreover, he went to take off He Qingmo's clothes... Thinking about it made him feel flustered.

So he hesitated and didn't move for a long time.

The man didn't urge him, he still maintained a loose posture and leaned on the sofa, looking at the cramped child with a smile.

After a while, Fan Xing looked up at the man, pitifully, like a kitten who only pleases its master, hoping that the man can do it himself.

But the man was not moved at all, and moved his shoulder on purpose, pretending to be in pain, and then said that he couldn't move and could do nothing.

Seeing him like this, Fan Xing glared at him angrily, thinking that he shouldn't worry about this guy at all, and if he is so good at acting, it's probably all right, let him forget it!

Fan Xing thought angrily, but still couldn't convince herself not to worry, so she could only bite the bullet and lean over to help the man unbutton his shirt.

In this posture, the two of them were very close, and He Qingmo still maintained a posture of listening and respecting, looking at the child who lowered his head on his chest.

The child's head is very low, so he can't see his face, and he can feel the small movement of the little hand that unbuttons his body accidentally touching his body and retracting like an electric shock.

He originally wanted to amuse the children, and wanted to see the children nervous and shy, but now he regretted it a little.

The kid was a little clumsy because of his nervousness, and his cold fingertips would always accidentally brush across his chest, which made him feel itchy, and couldn't help but want to do something.

His eyes darkened, and he moved his stretched arms on the back of the sofa, but before he could raise his head, the kid suddenly raised his head, and said in a soft and quick voice, "Don't lean on me." Then he gently helped He took off his shirt, but didn't look at him at all.

But the blushing cheeks couldn't be hidden, and because the two were facing each other, if he wanted to take off the man's shirt, he had to get very close to the man, so close that he could almost feel the man's breathing clearly.

Although he tried his best not to let himself think wildly, his drooping eyelashes would still tremble uncomfortably, and when he accidentally touched a man's body, even his earlobes would become hot and red.

The man straightened his back in cooperation with him, but he didn't speak all the time. He just looked down at him. His deep eyes fell on his blushing face as if stuck, and he couldn't move it away. The fragrance of youth lingered on his face Between the breath, it is faintly visible, very seductive.

The man felt his heart itching more and his throat getting dry. He couldn't help swallowing, and put his arms around the kid's waist, but suddenly he heard Fan Xing gasp, and then he took the initiative to wrap his arms around him. neck, on his shoulders.

The man was delighted at the child's initiative to throw himself into his arms, but suddenly felt the child's fingers lightly pressing on his shoulder, followed by a sharp pain, and he couldn't help frowning.

Fan Xing's bright eyebrows are tighter than a man's.

He knew it must be hurt, that bastard almost hit it with all his strength, the wine bottle was broken into flowers, how could it be okay?

The man's shoulders were red and swollen, and he could feel the man's shoulders trembling slightly as he slid his fingers lightly, so it must be very painful.

A flash of pity flashed in Fan Xing's eyes, he quickly let go of the man's neck, jumped off the sofa, ran to the locker to search for a while, and came back with a bottle of medicinal wine.

"It's okay..."

The man still wanted to comfort him, but Fan Xing interrupted him again, with a rare serious look on his face, and a distressed tone in his tone, "Why are you all right? Carry it on your back, and I'll rub it for you." He said and pushed Push the man, let him sit sideways, kneel behind him, pour the medicinal wine into the palm of your hand and rub it warm for him.

He Qingmo didn't speak any more, just sat obediently and asked the children to help him apply the medicine.

He himself didn't think this injury was a big deal, and it would be fine if he ignored it for a few days.

But the kid loves him, so of course he has to cooperate obediently.

What's more... It's great to feel distressed by someone!

The corner of the man's mouth couldn't help but bend, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

So Fan Xing looked up after taking the medicine and saw the man eating honey with a smile on his face. He couldn't help but wonder if his eyes were dazzled, his shoulders were red and swollen like bread, and this man could still laugh.

"You're still laughing, don't you know it hurts?" Fan Xing was a little angry, and he didn't know who he was angry with. Anyway, seeing the redness and swelling on the man's shoulder made him feel very uncomfortable, but the man still didn't care.

The man looked back at him with a smile, "It hurts, why don't you give me a blowjob? The effect of kissing should be better."

The inexplicable discomfort in Fan Xing's heart was dissipated by his shameless fuss, wrinkling his nose and making a face at him, "I don't care about you!" Then he took the medicinal wine and put it back in the locker.

When he came back, it was rare for the man to consciously put on his clothes, probably because he didn't want him to always think about the wound on his shoulder.

Fan Xing felt warm in his heart, walked over and sat down next to the man, took the man's hand and said softly, "Brother, don't do this next time, okay?"

"Huh?" The man didn't react for a while, and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

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