Just as Song Qian looked disbelief, Wu Ziwen rushed in from the door with an iron stick and like a crazy wild dog.

"Let Song Qian go, you can let Song Qian go."

Wu Ziwen shouted, rushed to Song Qian, desperately waving the iron rod to protect her and prevent anyone from getting close to her.

Sanlang frowned, stared at Wu Ziwen, and said with an unhappy look, "What's going on? Where did such a person come from?"

The man with a thief-eyed look was also confused, "No, I don't know, is there anyone nearby? Could it be that this guy is following me?"

Sanlang took a picture of his forehead, "Of course, someone followed him, aren't you a little alert?"

“…”

"Song Qian, go, go."

Just in Song Qian's sight, the gentle, dull, and even a little shy and cowardly Wu Ziwen waved the iron rods to the strong men, not allowing anyone to get close to her, and shouted that she would leave quickly.

But Song Qian didn't move, and she couldn't move either, and her hands and feet were tied.

She opened her lips tremblingly. She had a lot of things to say, but couldn't say anything, and all turned into a cry.

Only then did Wu Ziwen discover Song Qian's situation.

He was so anxious that he just wanted to rush in to save Song Qian. He had no plans, and had no rules. He picked up an iron stick nearby and pretended to break into the door, because he was afraid that Song Qian would be given a gift if it was a little later...

He could not tolerate anyone hurting Song Qian.

The strong impulse to protect Song Qian drove his actions, without passing through the feverish brain at all.

This was the first time that Song Qian saw the honest and cowardly Wu Ziwen so crazy, just to protect her.

But, this is too powerless.

The thin figure who roared and waved the iron rod desperately was too pale and too powerless.

This made Song Qian's lips tremble, and sadness came from it, and tears fell like rain.

She is not stupid, she can even predict the ending.

Reality is far more cruel than imagined.

How regretful she is now, how great it would be if she had chosen another path.

It's just too late to regret it!

Amid the sound of Song Qian shouting "No".

A man who rushed over from the side cursed "Shabi". An iron rod was thrown on Wu Ziwen's forehead, and a "bang" made Wu Ziwen's slightly thin body fall to the ground.

Wu Ziwen's eyes were spinning, and his body suddenly felt exhausted.

But he was determined to tie Song Qian's safety, forced himself to support his body, and got up again.

Then the tall and strong man said again, "Where did you get the stupid hat?" He punched Wu Ziwen's cheek, and "bang" over, causing Wu Ziwen's body to fall to the ground.

Since he arrived in childhood, Wu Ziwen has always been an excellent student in the class and school, focusing on learning, being a teacher and a good student in the eyes of his classmates. In addition, he is a little weak and submissive, and it is easy to agree with others. Not to mention fighting, he has never even had a quarrel with people.

How could he fight?

Just screaming.

The two strokes of his head made him lie on the ground in a dizzy way, knowing nothing.

Blood began to spread where his head was lying down.

He really wanted to just lie down like this, but he couldn't lie down. He wanted to protect Song Qian. This was the only girl he liked since he was a child and in the past 20 years. His sweet smile made his world no longer dark, and the shadow of his bullying by his classmates disappeared.

Wu Ziwen struggled, opened his vague gaze, and stood up staggeringly. However, this time he knew that he could not beat him. He completely ignored the other people, staggered and walked a few steps, came to Song Qian, sat down weakly, and desperately reached out to untie the rope on Song Qian's hand.

Song Qian cried and shook her head desperately and said, "Mosquito. Go, go quickly, leave quickly, don't worry about me, go quickly, Mosquito, please."

But Wu Ziwen just gasped weakly and said, "I. I can't leave you, no matter, they are all bad people, Song Qian, you. Go quickly, Song Qian, you, go, I, I will help you and stop them."

Wu Ziwen said weakly, trying hard to untie the rope, but the thick hemp rope was tied too tightly, and his strength was limited and he could not untie it.

Then, the strong man kicked Wu Ziwen impatiently, kicked his thin body directly.

"Is this a mentally retarded person? Or don't you treat us as human beings?"

"Shabi."

"How did you let him get in?"

Sanlang cursed angrily, "How do you do things? Someone doesn't know if you follow me. Fortunately, I'm following Shabi. What if it's someone else? We don't know how to die."

"This, boss. We don't know how he followed him."

The man with a thief looked angry and stepped on Wu Ziwen with anger and vented his anger, "You're so mad, you're the one."

He was scolded.

I thought I was lucky, but fortunately, Shabi was alone and had to bring the police and the reporters to the scene. It was troublesome. Even if the top could settle the matter, I was afraid I would not be able to take it.

Three Wolf said impatiently, "I'm beaten me up and throw it out."

Several men stepped on and kicked Wu Ziwen's body, cheeks, and head without any mercy, completely hitting his body as a sandbag.

Wu Ziwen insisted on crawling towards Song Qian in a trajectory of blood in his legs and feet, stretching over the blue and blue hands. His swollen hands wanted to help Song Qian untie the rope.

However, when his hand reached halfway, he was stepped on and was crushed hard.

Wu Ziwen was so painful that he lost even the strength of Shen Yin.

Wu Ziwen's consciousness was a little blurred, but he was still muttering, "Song Qian, go quickly, go, I'll hold them."

It’s a pity that Song Qian can’t leave either.

Looking at Wu Ziwen, his blue and swollen face and the blood on the ground, Song Qian cried, regretting that she had been, and begged for mercy desperately, "Stop hitting, please don't hit, wu~~ He is weak, please don't hit him, please, please, wu~~ I do, I do everything, I listen to you, I do everything, please, please, let him go."

"Please."

Song Qian cried out loudly, causing the strong men to stop. The few people looked at Song Qian and looked at Sanlang again.

Sanlang's lips smugly, his eyes patrolled back and forth on Song Qian and Wu Ziwen, and laughed, "It's interesting, it's interesting, first he saved you with a desperate desire, now you are willing to do everything. You little couples are really touching, I'm so moved that I'm going to cry."

"Okay, then don't fight,"

Sanlang smiled wickedly, took off his coat, waved his hand, "Since my girlfriend said not to hit him, then don't hit him, let her see how I got his girlfriend here, hehehe, it's exciting to think about it."

These words made Song Qian look pale and wished she could die on the spot. She had also fantasized about fairy tales and prince charming, but the reality was too cruel. Prince Charming could not fight against the black witch and could not save the princess.

"I'll fight with you..."

Wu Ziwen lay on the ground, with swollen eyes open, murmured and stretched out a fist, and hit the three wolf's calf.

But there was almost no force in this, and Wu Ziwen felt that he was falling apart.

Sanlang just smiled disdainfully at this and kicked Wu Ziwen away, "Look at it carefully, this couple is deeply in love, I am so moved that I will cry. Don't worry, I will love your girlfriend very well."

Song Qian thought blankly, reality is not just a fairy tale, but also a hell!

Looking at the weak Wu Ziwen, Song Qian's eyes showed the two of them in the past. When they were young, although Wu Ziwen always made her angry every time she wanted to make her laugh, there were also many times when she was happy, which made her feel at ease and warm, simple, ordinary warmth.

Looking back now, the ordinary scenes in the past are so far away.

She wants to go back to the past.

It's all your fault.

Is this your own retribution?

Sure enough, everyone must atone for the mistakes they have made.

Seeing Sanlang getting closer and closer with a lewd smile, Song Qian slowly closed her eyes.

She accepted her fate, and she was willing to atone for herself, just asking for the other party to let Wu Ziwen go.

She is also ready to break herself.

it's over!

She felt that her life was over!

However, at this moment, the ringtone of Sanlang's cell phone suddenly rang.

Sanlang didn't want to answer, but he took a look and still answered unhappily.
Chapter completed!