Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

During this process, some people came up to stop him, but in the end they were all waved away by Bo Yunli.

Bo Yunli, who had behaved like a modest gentleman in the past, seemed to have gone crazy suddenly. No one dared to touch him at this time.

"Yunli, Yunli, what's wrong with you? Wake up." Song Anning kept slapping his arm, feeling that the scene in front of her was getting blurry. She opened her eyes and shed tears silently.

"What are you talking about? I am An Ning."

"I'm just talking about you, Song Anning."

Bo Yunli's expression became increasingly cold, and coupled with his pale face, he looked like a gloomy ghost.

Has Mr. Bo suddenly become obsessed, ever since he met that woman?

And that woman seemed to look more like Sheng Jiaoyang. When he sent Mr. Bo to that restaurant just now, he couldn't even tell the difference from the side of the woman's face.

Uncle Zhang stood aside and did not dare to say anything.

"You really don't think that I will fall in love with a woman like you, do you?"

What?

Song Anning was stunned, tears fell down her eyes, and her pupils dilated.

"The love you think you have is all fake, fake! It's just because you have a face similar to hers! And now you have ruined it all with your own hands, do you know her?"

Before Bo Yunli could finish speaking, an arm suddenly pulled him back, and then a heavy fist fell on his face.

"So, you put her in such an embarrassing situation in front of her?"

The anger in Fu Qiran's heart grew stronger and stronger, punching him one after another, with no restraint in strength, wishing that Bo Yunli would die now.

I had told him to get clean a long time ago, and he had to go see her when he was so disconnected.

The most important thing is that Bo Yunli almost told the truth about her death in front of so many people just now.

Poor Bo Yunli had just woken up. He had been so stimulated before he was conscious. Now that he was being beaten, he was even more helpless. After a few punches, he fainted again with a pale face.

Fu Qiran looked at Bo Yunli who was unconscious again on the ground, sneered, and straightened the collar of his clothes.

No matter what, he was also responsible for what made her unhappy this time.

It's time for him to deal with the aftermath.

He looked around at the stunned people who had not yet reacted, and sneered coldly: "Why don't you help Mr. Bo get up quickly? Besides, he is very emotional. If he is still like this, I suggest you take a sedative. I will bear the responsibility." "

"As for you?" Fu Qiran shifted his gaze and saw the girl sitting on the ground, crying silently and desperately. There were bruises on her neck from being pinched.

The corners of his mouth raised maliciously: "It's a fake after all. It can't be real and it's an eyesore."

Fu Qiran walked over and looked at her condescendingly: "Since it is a fake, I will take care of her on my own initiative. No one has any objections, right?"

Everyone looked around, but no one said anything.

Song Anning looked at him in shock. She didn't expect that she had just walked away from the gate of hell, and in the blink of an eye she was going to die again.

Before she could react, Fu Qiran snapped his fingers, and people rushed in from all around, pushing her head to the ground and controlling her limbs.

"What do you want to do?!" Song Anning was extremely frightened. She struggled fiercely, but she couldn't break free. "You are openly killing people in broad daylight? Is there any law and morality left in this world?!"