Become a Big Brother’s Favorite After Marriage

Butler Ren's smashed eyes cast gold stars, and Qiao Ansheng had already hit the bridge of his nose severely.

The blood spewed out immediately, he snorted, his nose was full of strong blood, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood...

Only by relying on instinct while choking on bleeding, his arms stretched out, and his backhand shone Qin Yanchen's haphazard stings in the **** sight.

Qin Yanchen grabbed his stretched arm in time, leaned forward, and the person leaned forward, against the butler's ribs, and back to him, and elbowed it against the ribs of the steward Ren!

Housekeeper Ren only felt the lightning pain rushing all the way to the brain along the nerves. He took a low breath in pain and wanted to move, but Qin Yanchen grabbed his wrist in his hand.

Qin Yanchen pinched his wrist and pulled it down forcefully. With a click, the fragile joints had been twisted down.

Housekeeper Ren could no longer hold the dagger in his hand, and with a cry, the dagger fell to the ground.

Qin Yanchen snorted coldly, and then turned around and stuck his hand on the steward Ren's neck. His palm was fierce, strangling the throat of the steward Ren, and the muscles in his arm burst.

Abruptly, the upper body of the steward Ren was pushed up.

Butler Ren was pinched so that he couldn't speak, his throat gurgled.

I heard Qin Yanchen's cold voice ringing in his ears, as if squeezed from between his teeth: "Does it feel good to pinch a person's throat?"

Qin Yanchen's five fingers pressed hard, and his nails were stuck in the flesh and blood of Butler Ren, but Butler Ren, in the shackles, glanced towards the other side subconsciously.

Yao Man has disappeared, and he should have escaped.

He sighed in relief, his eyes became more fearless, and he shook Qin Yanchen's hand, squeezing a smile from his throat with difficulty, full of provocation.

"Okay... I feel good... I just couldn't strangle her directly... Strangle her..."

As soon as Steward Ren's words fell, Qin Yanchen's fist had already been smashed into his face!

There was another punch, the fist and the squeezing of flesh and blood made a faint sound, and Qiao Ansheng was a little frightened as he watched.

Steward Ren's face was bloody, and he couldn't make a sound anymore, but he still looked at Qin Yanchen provocatively, his throat bones were about to be crushed by Qin Yanchen.

But he was smiling for himself, staring at Qin Yanchen in the **** foam of his mouth.

"Really... Really regret... I knew I should have taken her to jump and jump together, you little... little bunny, if you have the ability, you will kill and kill me..."

Qin Yanchen punched it again.

Steward Ren finally couldn't make any noise, blood ran all over his face, and his mouth was full of gurgling blood.

"You do not deserve……"

He said coldly.

The reason why steward Ren was still provoking himself at this time was because he wanted to use his own hands to get rid of it, and Qin Yanchen didn't like him.

His hands can't be stained with the dirty blood of these people, and he will hug Qiao Ansheng later.

Therefore, Qin Yanchen only glanced at Steward Ren coldly and cruelly. When the blood on Steward Ren's face was about to drip on his body, he quickly and disgustedly let go of his hand.

The housekeeper fell softly to the ground, and the bodyguards swarmed up.

Qin Yanchen glanced at the struggling butler who was pressed to the ground, twisted his wrist in disdain, pulled off his tie, and wiped the stains on his hands at will.

He turned around and stared condescendingly at the butler on the ground who was being held down tightly:

"You will stay in prison until you die for the rest of your life."

After a pause, Qin Yanchen glanced around. Yao Man was not there. He snorted coldly, looking at Butler Ren as if he was looking at a mass of **** at his feet that was about to rot.

"I will send her in too, and be with you."

Butler Ren twitched uncontrollably, his throat bone was almost squeezed by Qin Yanchen, and now he could only make a rough roar like a beast when he spoke.

"You...you...ah..."

Qin Yanchen didn't care about him anymore. Instead, he threw away the tie in his hand and turned around. Qiao Ansheng stood not far away, his eyes were moist and red, like a clear spring flooded with water.

Qin Yanchen took off his coat from the time of the fight, and inside was a clean white shirt.

In this way, Qin Yanchen dared to open his arms to Qiao Ansheng: "Shengsheng, it's all right."

During the fight just now, the corner of the man's mouth was slightly cut, and there was a little bloodshot, but it also made his lips more intense, and he slightly hooked the corner of his lower lip.

"come over……"

Qiao Ansheng's eyes filled with hot and sour liquid, and she plunged into the man's arms.

The cold scent hits her face, domineeringly fills Qiao Ansheng's entire nasal cavity, and Qiao Ansheng can't stop shaking with the man's hand resting on her back.

At this time, she was a little afraid of hindsight.

Thinking of the thrilling sensation of being pressed against the neck by the tip of the knife just now, thinking of the suffocation of the throat being strangled and unable to breathe.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay, it's all okay."

Qin Yanchen hugged her, felt the frequency of her trembling, and felt distressed and blamed.

He pulled the person out of his arms, stretched out his hand to wipe her tears, and suddenly remembered that his hand had pinched the housekeeper just now, he could not help frowning and pulling his sleeve.

She gently wiped away the tears: "Don't cry, I want to kill as soon as you cry."

Qiao Ansheng is not a crying person, but in that situation, she was a little uncontrollable. At this moment, she raised her head and saw tears. She immediately pouted and said bitterly: "I didn't cry! "

"Okay, I didn't cry."

Qin Yanchen lifted her chin and rubbed the wound on her neck with his fingertips. Fortunately, the wound was not deep, but it was bloodshot. It still caused Qin Yanchen's heart to twitch with pain.

He couldn't help turning his head again, looking at the housekeeper in anger and hatred.

Qiao Ansheng didn't feel much, because the tip of the knife at the time was just too sharp, so she scratched her, she shook her head and sniffed.

"There is nothing more, don't be surprised."

She stretched out her hand to hold Qin Yanchen's hand, Qin Yanchen hid for a while, switched to the other hand, wiped the blood from his hand, and held it to her with confidence.

"No, I still have to go take a look."

The man's eyebrows were soft, but he vetoed Qiao Ansheng.

Qiao Ansheng grabbed his hand backhand, and the small wound on her body was not as deep as the wound on Qin Yanchen's hand.

Qin Yanchen was in a hurry just now, and he was suffocated with anger and couldn't vent. In order to control his emotions, he could only use all his strength to hold the piece of glass.

As a result, the palm was pierced with blood, and the blood had dried up. Qiao Ansheng squeezed that hand and gently squeezed his mouth.