C11 Your Pride

As a result, he watched as the bright knife stabbed at him. Ye'er still hid in fear.

Just when he felt that he was about to be separated from his brother and father, a black shadow rushed out, and kicked the gangster in the face. Just when he felt that he was about to be separated from his brother and father in the face of Yin and Yang, a black shadow rushed out, and kicked the gangster in the face.

Jiang Zhao tore off his tie and tied her to a telephone pole in a few moments.

Ye'er felt that Jiang Zhao was really handsome. Although they had a deep grudge against each other, a few hours ago, they had thought that they couldn't live without each other. Now, the wind had blown them away a little.

If he was not here today, she would have been on the road to hell.

There was a good saying — hate was precious, life was more expensive, and if one wanted to live, everything could be thrown away.

At this moment, his image suddenly became magnificent.

In his heart, he was wondering what kind of words he should say to express his gratitude. Was this the most classic and romantic way to express his gratitude?

For example, she slightly blessed herself and said in a gentle voice, "Many thanks to young master for saving me. I am unable to repay you in any way, so I invited young master to spend the night to thank you for saving my life. I wonder how young master feels?"

The woman cupped her fists and nodded, speaking with righteousness, "You are being too serious, miss. I just happened to pass by and saw that the evil people were bullying a weak woman. As a righteous martial artist, how can I stand by and not do anything? How can I not draw my sword and help?"

Jiang Zhao had already taken out his cell phone to call the police before the bloody plot in Ye'er's heart was released. He hung up the phone and didn't repay the favor, only a cold wind blowing from his mouth, "Missy Yun, you're such a hero, your skills are extraordinary!"

They were all mocking, despising, and looking down on him.

After the hero saved the beauty, the concubine decided to blow up. Experience had taught her that if she wanted to obtain pity from a venomous mouth, it would be Qing. Heavenly White. I had a big dream.

"Senior Jiang is a shrewd man who actually knows that there are bandits here. He is a true hero of this world!"

Jiang Zhao's expression changed. Small hoof, a senior on the left, a scheming senior on the right, he kept scolding Jiang Chen for his age.

He was a court official, and she called him a lush green man.

"Looks like Missy Yun can go back by herself. I'll be leaving first."

Only then did Ye'er realize that the blood on his bare feet had drenched the bricks. Jiang Zhao definitely didn't want to go record statements in this alley that was so deep, much less, which proper girl wasn't coming home by two in the morning?

If the police came one day to investigate something, he would have to worry about it.

When he saw that Jiang Zhao was about to leave, he immediately tiptoed to catch up with him, enduring the pain and tugging at his sleeve. "Your excellency doesn't care about lowly people. A good person will do it to the end."

With the resolute look on Jiang Zhao's face, Ye'er let go of all her modesty and wrapped her arms around Jiang Zhao like a piece of paste. She didn't shake her head high and said, "You can go."

Amongst all the beauties of this generation, she was indeed mistaken as a lady. It was natural to argue, but the one at fault was Manager Wang.

Jiang Zhao had indeed saved her at this time, and the favor of saving her life had been great. People felt that she'd overestimated herself and had mocked her with a few words, but she wasn't a small piece of meat. But who would mock their benefactor? She was not a good or bad person.

A few hours ago, they had been irreconcilable enemies, but now that he was her benefactor, she was able to balance out the situation. Ye'er scolded himself repeatedly in his heart, "Little Legs, stop pretending. Hurry up and apologize to your benefactor. If you don't repay my kindness, you will be struck by lightning by the heavens!"

Now that she saw the situation, she couldn't be blamed for being snobbish. She could only say that she was forced by life to be tactful. When she first asked someone for help to save her father, she didn't say anything?

Ye'er held Jiang Zhao's arm and didn't let go for a moment. Without his shoes on, he had to raise his face to speak to Jiang Zhao, shaking his arm and saying, "Benefactor, please take mercy on me and take a ride."

Jiang Zhao didn't budge as he snorted lightly, "I'm old and want to exercise more. I don't plan to drive, I plan to walk back."

Ye'er was dying of anxiety and knew that this fellow was angry at her, but she was sure that she was stepping on glass beneath her feet. She couldn't even touch the ground, so she could only flatter Jiang Zhao, "Heavens, where are you getting old?" Man 30 a flower, you are only 29 years old, the youngest persimmon. Look at how handsome you are, how tall and straight you are, 185 +, right? If he were to enter the modeling world, he would surely be able to instantly kill all the youths around the world. "Woman, beauty, young woman, old lady …"

Jiang Zhao unnaturally hit Ye'er's hand and twisted his thick eyebrows slightly, speaking with loathing, "Who did you learn this from? Where's your arrogance from last night?"