Long Yuchen's charming eyes look at Tang Qiaowan, and her sharp eyes fall on her pretty face.

Seeing that her face was not only swollen by the fan, but also had bloodstains and fingerprints on it, his eyes suddenly became cold and cold, and his deep eyes instantly gathered a sharp light.

His handsome face was cold and hard, like a violent breath coming out of his body.

His aura is so strong that just standing there makes Lu yanjue feel an unprecedented danger.

"Let her go." His voice is not big, but the cold voice makes people tremble.

In front of long Yuchen, Lu yanjue had no air to speak of.

His evil eyes fixed on long Yuchen, and his voice was cold, "let her go? What qualifications do you have to command me? "

He still didn't let Tang Qiaowan go.

Long Yuchen saw Tang Qiaowan tighten Xiu eyebrow, it seems very painful, his heart Mou bottom flash a touch of heartache, voice cold, "it seems that your hand is not want."

Then he suddenly stepped forward and clasped Lu yanjue's wrist. He looked at Lu yanjue and tried hard. He only heard a click. Lu yanjue's wrist bone seemed to be crushed. His painful face turned white, and he frowned and snorted.

He did not expect that long Yuchen's speed was so fast and his strength was so strong. He endured the pain and twisted his wrist to get rid of him.

But as soon as he had the movement, he was thrown away by long Yuchen.

His face was pale, and he stepped back several steps. The unstable figure of him, with his other hand on the wall, barely stood still.

When he stood firm and looked at long Yuchen, he had already taken Tang Qiaowan into his arms.

Looking at them so close, the fire in his heart inexplicably burned more.

He squeezed the other hand tightly and glared at long Yuchen.

"Dragon..."

Tang Qiaowan looks at long Yuchen who comes in time. Just as he is about to make a sound, long Yuchen interrupts her.

"Why don't you call me earlier?"

His eyes fell on her red and swollen face, and the fingerprints and red marks on it hurt his eyes.

For his deep eyes, Tang Qiaowan was about to bite her lips when long Yuchen's slender fingers were thrust into her mouth.

She didn't bite after feeling it. She looked at him with tears in her eyes, "Mr. long..."

Long Yuchen took his fingers out of her lips, wiped away her tears, bent down and held her up, then strode to the dressing room.

Lu yanjue saw that he picked up Tang Qiaowan and was ready to leave. A trace of coldness flashed through his cold eyes and stood in front of them.

He looked at long Yuchen with evil eyes. "I don't care who you are. You can't take her today."

Hearing what he said, long Yuchen didn't even stop for a moment. He held Tang Qiaowan and went on.

Seeing this, Lu yanjue's eyes were cold and he was about to stop it with his hand when Luo Yi's voice came from behind.

"Master Lu, just because you still want to stop us, Mr. long, are you sent by monkeys to be funny?"

Luo Yi quickly walked to Lu yanjue's side, clasped his wrist, and then looked at long Yuchen with an eyebrow. "Mr. long, take Miss Tang and give me the funny thing sent by the monkey."

Long Yuchen looked down at Tang Qiaowan in his arms and left the dressing room with her in his arms.

Lu yanjue watched long Yuchen take Tang Qiaowan away, feeling a trace of jealousy.

He squinted coldly, and his gloomy eyes fell on Luo Yi, "let go."

Luo Yi clasped his wrist and raised his eyebrows. "I won't let go. What can you do for me?"

"Then you want to die." Lu yanjue's eyes were cold, so he threw Luo Yi's hand away.

Before Luo Yi could react, he swept it with a sharp punch.

Luo Yi's eyes widened. "Damn it, you're so good at martial arts! It's a miscalculation. "

Then he turned to avoid, shouting, "son - Han!"