C3 I Met a Hooligan on the Way

"Don't let yourself be welcomed tomorrow, let yourself be welcomed tomorrow" Mu Qianyang raised her head. She looked at the tall man who was talking about what her father often said to her. "You are still alive, as long as you are still alive. No matter why you're so desperate, as a Paragon, you. . . You can even control despair!" He didn't understand anything, so he could only encourage him with all his might. I only wholeheartedly hope that this person can survive.

"The Paragon. . . " He didn't expect it. He would be moved by the words of a little girl, but Mu Qianyang's words were not wrong. If he jumped down, it would mean that he had accepted everything that had happened. He closed his eyes and thought about it. In fact, he hated cowards the most.

There was no need to fight back. It was enough to control his own fate and life.

After that, Mu Qianyang picked up the umbrella and placed it in the man's hand. "Take it. Hurry up and go home! Live well! Otherwise, the heavens will cry for you, you really are a man with deep sins! " At the last moment when she was about to leave, Mu Qianyang smiled slyly and even gave a thumbs up. It could be considered as encouraging this man!

She looked at the wet umbrella in her hand and then looked at Mu Qianyang, who had run away. A stranger could treat her so well, but why couldn't her parents?

The man held the umbrella that Mu Qianyang gave him tightly and did not open it. Instead, he held it in his hand and turned around to leave in the opposite direction of Mu Qianyang.

After leaving the bridge and being drenched in the rain, Mu Qianyang's mood was exceptionally good. She had just saved a person, and he was such a handsome man. It showed that she had a sense of accomplishment and could be recorded in the epic.

The bouncing Mu Qianyang walked extremely close to the narrow path. She opened her arms wide and walked forward as if she was dancing. Her clothes were already drenched, but Mu Qianyang enjoyed the feeling of being drenched. She also enjoyed the feeling of stepping on the rain.

Suddenly. . . From a certain alley, a hand stretched out and pulled Mu Qianyang who had yet to regain her senses into it.

A burst of pain came from behind and Mu Qianyang was pressed against the wall behind her. There was no one around and coupled with the rain, it was either a robber or a gangster.

Then he looked at the perpetrator. He was swaying, his cheeks were red, his skin was so smooth, and he looked so beautiful and moving. . . Was this guy a man? It was a bit too beautiful and moving!

"You. . . What do you want to do?" Mu Qianyang subconsciously put her arms in front of her chest. Mu Qianyang knew that it was very dangerous to meet a beautiful drunk at this time.

"Bastard! I will fall today!" The beautiful man gritted his teeth and muttered angrily to himself.

Then, the man suddenly stretched out his arm and held Mu Qianyang's slender waist with one hand and tightly covered her mouth with the other hand. He quickly dragged her to a hidden place.

"What are you doing? Bastard! Let go of me!" It was very difficult to cover Mu Qianyang's mouth, but it was still very easy for a strong man to drag Mu Qianyang away.

The man dragged the woman to an extremely hidden place and once again pressed her against the wall. The corner of his mouth curled into a lewd smile and slowly approached the woman. Borrowing the drunkenness, he would be a hooligan today.

"It hurts. . . " Mu Qianyang frowned. She was sure that her back must have been injured. "Bastard, you must die! Smelly hooligan!" He, Mu Qianyang, was born in a new society and grew up under the red flag. Her personality was very tough.