The sound insulation is not good, and Chen Qianxun was woken up by the screams of the woman in the next room.

The dark lights and gray-toned bed, she sat up, her ink hair was soft and silky like high-end satin, her lips were light, she didn't sleep well, and her dark circles were heavy, but her eyes were deep and delicate, as if she had stars.

But if you look carefully, there is an indelible yin rush between your eyebrows.

She got out of bed, barefoot, and the lines of her legs were so beautiful that it made people want to fold it for her.

Go out and knock on the door next door.

The sound in the inner room was broken, but no one opened the door.

Chen Qianxun slapped twice more.

The door finally opened.

A woman in silk pajamas opened the crack in the door and exposed her eyes, "What...what?"

"It's so disturbing that I'm going to bed."

The woman's face is blushing.

Chen Qianxun raised his foot and pushed the door in.

The door was mostly open, only to see the other person's hair was messy, his cheeks were swollen, and there were several whip marks on his back.

"Cool?"

The woman was ashamed, "What's your business?"

"I'll ask if you feel good?" Chen Qianxun glanced at her.

The air pressure dropped sharply, and suddenly made the heart sink.

She bit her lip tightly, how could she feel good? This man is simply perverted, completely disregarding her wishes.

tonight…

If she hadn't knocked on the door tonight, she would have probably been disabled.

The woman's eyes were filled with tears, her head shook into a rattle, and she whispered: "Save me, save me!"

The man inside was impatient: "What else can I say? Come in quickly."

As he said that, he came over and closed the door and wanted to pull the woman into the house and continue.

"etc."

The man frowned and looked over subconsciously.

A trace of lust suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The neighbors in the next house have beautiful skin, thin waist and long legs. Their temperament is wild, with a sense of beauty in the 1970s and 1980s. However, this gorgeousness, noble and not vulgar, reveals the elegance of a mountain-like approach.

Chen Qianxun raised his chin slightly and asked the woman: "Do you still want to continue?"

The woman shook her head without thinking.

“Speak it out.”

The woman shouted, "I don't want to!"

Chen Qianxun was quite satisfied, his eyes fluttered, and he glanced at the man with a very cold feeling: "Did you hear this brother?"

The man's face turned pale, "She is my woman. I spent money. I play whatever I like."

He raised his hand and grabbed the woman's hair and pulled it in, "Don't you? I have to play with you to death tonight."

Chen Qianxun picked up the high heels on the shoe cabinet and smashed it into the man's face. A ghost crying and howling spread from the house.

"She doesn't want to do it. If you mess with it, it's rape."

Chen Qianxun was unhappy and bent his legs and pushed them towards the man's lower abdomen, slapped him in the face.

The woman was shocked.

Women who usually like to raise succulents are handsome like martial arts stars, and each move is straightforward and neat.

The man knelt on the ground with his legs, looking painful, and could not squeeze out a word.

"Come here." Chen Qianxun called her.

"Ah?" The woman was stunned and walked closer.

"He abused you for more than half a month, don't you go back?" Chen Qianxun narrowed his eyes: "After passing this village, there will be no such store."

"You fight casually, I will take care of you if you have any questions."

The woman immediately twitched her palm into the man's face.

"Are you a prostitute? You have to play with it if you spend money?" The woman became addicted to it and slapped her back.

"I am blind and will be confused by a perverted man like you."

She was not satisfied with the slap in the face, so she kicked the man in the crotch, and then let out a more miserable scream than a ghost crying and howling.

"Do you know what I feel in bed? That's what you are now!"

"It's great to abuse women, right? I'm going to kick your stinky pussy."

Chen Qianxun just took high heels. She was obsessed with cleanliness and after washing her hands, she saw the man on the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face, covering her ancestors screaming, calmly: "Call the police."

A woman is not that stupid. If she didn't call the police, the man would definitely go back and settle the score.

Half an hour later—

The police came to the door.

The woman who took off first cried miserably and felt sad, and was covered in injuries, which really looked eye-catching.

I had to go to the police station. Chen Qianxun went back to the house to change his clothes. The plain cheongsam made him look more beautiful than Hua Jiao. When she heard the sound of rain outside, she pulled out a white oil paper umbrella from the entrance.

Chen Qianxun got into the police car.

She turned her head and looked out the window. The water mist was hazy on the glass. In the rain, there was a strange man standing there. He was very tall, wearing a mask and a gray scarf. He couldn't see his face clearly, but his eyebrows and eyes were exposed, like magical skills, with indescribable depth.

He seemed to be looking at her. His eyes were filled with ecstasy, obsession, and deep attachment.

Chen Qianxun didn't know him.

But he is very sure he is looking at himself.

From the moment she came down, Jin Muhan's scorching gaze never left.

Chen Qianxun silently withdrew his eyes.

The police car drove away slowly.

Now that the woman decided to sue the other party for abuse and rape, and the beating of the two men tonight was perfectly matched and determined to fight back in self-defense.

It was almost early in the morning, and the police station sent a car to take them back.

The rain was still lingering, and Chen Qianxun returned to the downstairs with an umbrella.

"You go up first."

The woman said, "Thank you tonight."

Chen Qianxun let out a light whisper, holding an umbrella and walking out again.

Jin Muhan's eyes locked her tightly, as if he was about to lock her to death.

The scene in front of you overlaps with the pictures in your memory. In the drizzle, the woman was wearing a cheongsam and holding a red oil-paper umbrella. Her figure was graceful and graceful, and she walked slowly...

"Sir, are you a stalker?" Chen Qianxun stood in front of him, not sure, and asked.

He was very bold and followed her outside the police station, even standing at the door and keeping looking at her.

"I'm not." He explained.

His voice was hoarse.

He is still catching a cold, but now it's getting worse.

"Why keep following me?"

Jin Mu is silent.

a long time--

“Merry Christmas, Ah Xun.”

Chen Qianxun's fingertips trembled slightly.

Except for her mother, no one would call her Ah Xun intimately.

The man shouted, but he hid endless tenderness, wrapped in a gentle breeze, as if he wanted to melt her into it.

And his voice was hoarse, and he was so nice.

So, was she going all the way to tell her Merry Christmas? How could there be such a stupid person?

"Thank you, have fun together." Chen Qianxun handed over the oil-paper umbrella: "It's late at night, it's time for you to leave. Also, please don't do this again in the future. I will be very troubled."

Jin Muhan did not take the umbrella or speak, but took a step forward, stretched out his hands, and unexpectedly hugged her tightly.
To be continued...