"How can you beat people, young man!"


    The middle-aged woman who had grabbed Zoe Mingyue was thrown out by Fu Jiabei. The woman staggered and directly pressed on another woman, and the two fell to the ground together.


    At this moment, the two men got up and looked angrily at the sudden appearance of Fu Jiabei.


    Fu Jiabei is lowering his head to comfort Zoe Mingyue. Hearing the sound, he raises his eyes. A pair of cold eyes shoot straight at them like a sharp sword blade.


    He is tall and straight. At a young age, he has his own dignity and coldness of the superior. He is less than an introverted age. He has a sharp edge. At a glance, he is not a person who can easily provoke.


    Two middle-aged women were frightened by his eyes, shrunk their necks, turned around and ran away.


    Fu Jiabei was worried about Zhan Mingyue in his arms, so he didn''t stop him. He narrowed his eyes slightly, watched the two women disappear in front of him, and then bent down to pick up Zhan Mingyue.


    He took Zoe Mingyue into the room and kicked the door. He strode to take Zoe Mingyue to the bedside, put it down and looked down at her.


    The girl lowered her head, her hair drooped in disorder, and her small shoulders trembled slightly.


    She refused to look up, so fu Jiabei squatted down in front of the bed and raised his hand to brush the messy hair she had been caught.


    Zhan Mingyue''s body stiffened. He didn''t want him to see himself so embarrassed and bad, so he looked down.


    His big palm came to her side face, and the dry and warm palm held her side face, "don''t move, let me see."


    Through his hair, Zhan Mingyue could also feel the temperature of his palm, burning her cheeks.


    He was strong and gentle. He felt more and more wronged and sad, and tears flowed more unconsciously.


    Fu Jiabei patiently and gently brushed away the messy hair on Zoe Mingyue''s cheek with his fingers. Zoe Mingyue shrunk his head even more.


    "Don''t look..."


    She raised her hand to cover her face.


    She knew she must be ugly and embarrassed now. She didn''t want him to see her bad appearance.


    Her raised hand was held in the palm of Fu Jiabei''s hand. He pinched her chin with his other hand and exerted a slight force. Yao Mingyue was forced to raise his head.


    The girl''s face was pale. Her small face had been wet with tears. Her eyes were tightly closed, but tears rolled out of her dark eyelashes and rolled down her wet cheeks.


    "You... Are you not angry with me?"


    Zhan Mingyue''s eyes were splashed with wine. It was difficult to open because of pain. Her eyelashes trembled and asked softly.


    The girl who was bullied was pitiful. What she cared about most was this.


    When Fu Jiabei was asked, he felt that his heart seemed to be clenched, guilty and painful.


    He looked at her in silence. For a moment, he didn''t know how to comfort her or tell his guilt and complex emotions at the moment.


    "Wuwu, are you still angry? Wuwu, what are you angry with, I......"


    Zeng Mingyue couldn''t see Fu Jiabei and couldn''t hear him. She panicked and thought he was still angry.


    She was even confused at this time. She didn''t quite understand why he was angry. She was always afraid that she thought too much. In fact, he didn''t care whether she had a boyfriend or not.


    Zeng Mingyue stopped before she finished, because she felt the sudden force of his hand holding her chin. She was forced to look up and a shadow fell.


    Then her lip was blocked.


    Fu Jiabei''s kiss caught him off guard. Zeng Mingyue''s whole soul suddenly went out of the body, and all his senses were concentrated between his lips and teeth.


    His breath, his taste, surrounded her little by little.


    This is not a passionate kiss, but it is filled with unmistakable tenderness and pity.


    The tenderness and pity given by Fu Jiabei


    Zeng Mingyue felt dizzy and his heart beat wildly.


    "No, I''m not angry. I''m not good..."


    Fu Jiabei''s lips gently ground Zeng Mingyue''s, as if she were a fragile doll, with a bit of loss and caution.


    After a long time, he left and coaxed softly against her forehead.


    When he spoke, his breath caressed her face and lingered on her nose. His clear breath made Zeng Mingyue feel like a dream.


    Suddenly, Zeng Mingyue seemed to wake up from a dream and realized what had just happened.


    She raised her hand fiercely and pushed Fu Jiabei out.


    Fu Jiabei was unprepared. He was pushed back two steps by Zeng Mingyue. His expression changed slightly. There was a panic on his calm and calm face.


    Is she angry? Did she get angry because she had misunderstood her all the time?


    Fu Jiabei never flattered and comforted the girls. At this moment, he was completely at a loss. He stood there like a fool, afraid to approach Zeng Mingyue, and didn''t know what to say.


    Who knows that Zeng Mingyue, sitting by the bed, was even more nervous than Fu Jiabei. Her cheeks were red and her hands covered her face.


    "What''s wrong?"


    Seeing her covering her face and siding, Fu Jiabei came back from the panic just pushed away. He came forward, frowned slightly, looked concerned, clasped Zeng Mingyue''s shoulder again, and leaned to pull her hand.


    "Let me see."


    Zeng Mingyue covered her face, and her voice came out from between her fingers.


    "How ugly, smelly, don''t look at me..."


    Today, she was smashed with rotten eggs and chased by those netizens. Later, she came here in a hurry without having time to take a bath when she returned to her apartment, thinking of explaining to Fu Jiabei.


    As a result, I was splashed with red wine and cried again.


    Even if you can''t see what you look like now, Zeng Mingyue knows that you must be embarrassed and ugly now, and the smell must be bad.


    Thinking of the kiss, Zeng Mingyue was embarrassed and frustrated and wanted to hide herself.


    Fu Jiabei heard Zeng Mingyue''s words clearly. He was slightly stunned. Then he looked at the girl with her face covered and her head lowered, and her back neck was red. He immediately laughed.


    "Ugly? Let me see."


    He forcibly pulled Zeng Mingyue''s hands down, and his eyes fell on the girl''s small face full of blush with a smile.


    "Eh? There''s something on your face."


    Zeng Mingyue couldn''t get rid of it. She was so embarrassed and anxious that she was about to cry. She sucked her nose and said, "I know, there are wine stains..."


    Just now she seemed to cry very hopelessly and badly. No... no runny nose?


    Sobbing, I knew she would succeed in advertising. She just got killed and shouldn''t cry!


    Well, she should also take a fragrant flower petal bath in her apartment, draw a beautiful makeup, wear a beautiful skirt and come here again.


    "Wrong answer, not wine stains, but cute!"


    Fu Jiabei tapped Zeng Mingyue''s forehead and said with a smile.


    Ah?


    Zeng Mingyue squeezed his painful eyes. What did he say?


    Is she cute on her face? Is the male god praising her for being cute? Zeng Mingyue''s face, which had just cooled down, suddenly turned red again.