Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 6

But I didn't expect that the kitten would run away as soon as the board was moved away, and she could vaguely see the blood on its body. She was anxious and chased after her: "Don't run away, kitten, you're bleeding, I'll take you to the hospital Let's see."

After chasing it for a while, she saw the kitten parked at a fork deep in the alley, so she walked over panting, picked it up, and said to herself: "The stomach and little paws are bleeding..."

All of a sudden, Song Xiaolin stopped her voice and noticed the strangeness around her. She slowly raised her head and looked forward.

It was a night she will never forget.

For the first time, she entered the police station.

Under the moonlight, several teenagers were holding sticks and axes, and some of them had flashlights on. She could only see Duan Yicheng. He is licking the blood on his lips unrestrainedly...

And he also saw her.

After a brief blank in her mind, she remembered to run.

"Help, help..." Intermittent pleas from near and far reached her ears.

The boy fell in a pool of blood, and several people surrounded him, some even stepped on his head, grinning and spitting, like a devil from hell.

Her heart shook, and she was terrified.

Seeing this kind of scene for the first time, Song Xiaolin felt as if there was a thousand catties of lead under his feet, and he couldn't take a step forward.

It is against her conscience to refuse to save her, but she really has more than she can do.

Just call the police for him.

She took out her phone tremblingly and just pressed a "1".

"Meow~" the little cat cried, and suddenly broke free from her embrace, and ran into the crowd of scuffles.

"Hey... it's dangerous there!"

The group of people were all bloodthirsty, and they didn't know what they could do.

But with her cat-loving instinct, she rushed straight into the crowd.

Her intention was to take the cat out quietly, call the police, and run away.

but don't want to...

In the next second, someone grabbed her wrist, and she fell into an embrace suddenly, with a slight smell of washing powder.

Duan Yicheng snorted, and the people behind panicked: "Brother Cheng, I didn't mean to."

She was stunned, so he was the one who took the stick for her just now?
Song Xiaolin looked at him gratefully, and when he was about to say thank you, there was a smirk of disdain on the corner of his mouth, and he walked away from her mobile phone, bowed his head and blew into her ear, "Do you want to call the police?" ?"

Mixed with a faint smell of smoke, there are endless ambiguous and flirtatious tones.

"..."

Song Xiaolin looked at him, but saw a trace of teasing in his eyes.

She was a little angry, and pushed him away forcefully, with a cold voice: "I don't know you, please give me back the phone."

This morning was the first time we met, and now it is the second time.

What kind of medicine is sold in his gourd?

Duan Yicheng didn't take it seriously, and even raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "Are you angry?"

"Neuropathy."

The little gratitude to him just now has long since been wiped out.

"If I tell you what you're going to call the police now, do you think they'll let you go?"

His tone was so light that it was mixed into the wind, but she was still frightened into a cold sweat.

The group of people behind him all looked fierce, and some of them had tattoos on their arms. They didn't look like students, but they seemed like gangsters.

Indeed, even though she hasn't called the police yet, she has already decided to call the police, and she also saw them beating her to the point where she was covered in blood...

Those people will never let her go easily.

Fortunately, no one is looking in this direction now, so she can still slip away.

No need for a mobile phone.

Where there is life, there is hope.

Song Xiaolin raised his foot and wanted to leave, but he saw through her intention and blocked her way.

She tried her best to keep her tone as gentle as possible: "Student Duan, can you let me go?"

At any rate, they were considered classmates, and there was no grievance between the two of them, so it wouldn't really put her to death.

"No." Two words, he said cynically.

Playing the emotional card is useless.

That's right, this person is ignorant, he is a bad student who can even use the hard-earned money of his disabled mother to spend his life and drink, and act recklessly.

He has no heart at all.

But what made Song Xiaolin even more desperate was that he didn't even leave her a way out.

Duan Yicheng hugged her wrist tightly, his voice was as cold as ice and snow, "Brothers, I found an accomplice, Zhang Size's little girlfriend."

Immediately, everyone's eyes turned to him.

Zhang Size?

Very familiar name.

She remembered.

A senior in high school and the vice-chairman of the student council.

He studies well, is handsome, and also knows taekwondo, so he is very popular in school.

I heard that once, a few gangsters beat someone at the end of the street and robbed an old man's wallet. He acted bravely and rescued the man, and sent the gangsters to the police station.

For this reason, he was also commended by the school.

But after going back and forth, he formed a deep bond with the group of punks on the street.

Duan Yicheng's actions undoubtedly pushed her into the pit of fire.

Song Xiaolin glanced at him angrily, wishing he could immediately take off his shoes and throw them in his face.

She endured the fear in her heart and said loudly: "I'm not Zhang Size's girlfriend."

Those evil gangsters narrowed their eyes and looked at her with a look of obscenity. One of them asked, "Brother Cheng, are you sure this is Zhang Size's little girlfriend?"

A skinny boy next to him pushed the man: "Brother Cheng Nanzhong, you don't even believe what Brother Cheng says?"

The man immediately smiled flatteringly: "I believe, I believe."

Everyone said that Duan Yicheng was vicious and cruel, and his soul was rotten in his bones. Fighting was as desperate as life, and he would never stop if there was no blood. He never fought without blood.

Perhaps, it is precisely because of his brute strength and beast-like blood that he is deeply respected by street gangsters.

As the saying goes, whoever wants to die is the big brother.

See you today, indeed.

Mingming is not very old, but others still respect him honestly as "Brother Cheng".

But she...why did she get involved with such a person?

At this time, someone whistled and said in an obscene voice: "Zhang Size's pony looks quite beautiful, I don't know if it looks strong enough and screams loudly enough."

"..."

Dirty, so dirty.

She hated Duan Yicheng to death, why did she fall into this terrible swamp.

"I hate you."

Every word and every word, she spoke resolutely, and there was no turning back.

Hearing this, Duan Yicheng was stunned for a second, then suddenly smiled, "Then just hate, hate is the same crime as love."

Madman, he is madman...

At this moment, Song Xiaolin suddenly thought of Lu Jingyan, and she missed him deeply.

She thought, at this moment, he should be sitting on the sofa in the living room reading a book, waiting for her to come home, right?

Would he complain, this kid, why didn't he come back so late?
Oh, by the way, Uncle Lu and Aunt An are back.

Then... It's already so late, he probably won't wait for her any longer.

She, I regret it.

Regret that I used to be cautious and cautious, and missed countless opportunities to show him my love.

After tonight, I'm afraid there will be no more chances.

Song Xiaolin closed his eyes in despair, and suddenly heard someone shout——

"The police are here."

(End of this chapter)