Drifting Towards You

Ling Yuchen looked a little weak, his face became paler, and he slowly said: "You said if I go back and tell my mom that you do something to me again, how will my mom react?"

Speaking of that woman, Li Mubai's face became even colder.

He coldly looked at the man in front of him, curled his lips and smiled: "Do you think I care?"

Ling Yuchen looked at him slowly and rationally: "You seem to care about Xia Feise."

Li Mubai's face became colder again, his lips pressed lightly as he watched him silently.

"Do you like him?" Ling Yuchen continued to ask.

"It's up to you!" Li Mubai said lightly.

"Aren't you my elder brother." Ling Yuchen looked at him with a smile but a little bit similar to him, but he was a little more treacherous, making his back chills inexplicably.

"In short, I warn you. Don't let your people still have you and appear in her sight again." Li Mubai stared at him and warned word by word.

Ling Yuchen stared at him for a few seconds, then coughed slightly, then slowly said, "Really tempted?"

Li Mubai bothered his yin and yang the most, so he raised his hand and hit him again.

He didn't seem to be in good health at all, and it didn't take long before he was knocked to the ground.

When people are attacked, they always curl up in a habit.

But not only did he not like that, but he looked at him with a smile of white teeth, and there seemed to be no complaints in his gloomy eyes.

Every time Li Mubai saw him, he felt suffocated in his chest, and kicked at him fiercely with an angry kick.

At this moment, the two men who fell to the ground also eased a lot, one slowly got up, and while he was unprepared, attacked him violently from behind, and he did not know when there was an extra dagger in his hand. .

Although Li Mubai reacted quickly, he had also been injured when he fell to the ground before, so that his movements were slow for a few seconds.

But in these few seconds, the man's dagger pierced into his body fiercely, marking a long bloodstain on his back.

Ling Yuchen slowly got up and looked at this scene with a gloomy expression.

Li Mubai looked at him sarcastically: "You really have a good dog."

Ling Yuchen didn't speak.

Li Mubai looked at him coldly and turned to leave.

After he left, Ling Yuchen's two men slowly stepped forward to help him up, and one of them couldn't help but said, "Master, just let him go?"

Ling Yuchen faintly retracted his gaze, raised his hand and slapped him severely, his eyes gloomy and uncertain.

The beaten man lowered his head and dared not make a sound.

Ling Yuchen looked at him slowly and said: "Who let you do it."

The man was stunned for a few seconds, then knelt down tremblingly after he recovered: "The subordinate knows his mistake."

"Which hand hurts him, break it by himself." Ling Yuchen spoke slowly, but his pale face without a trace of blood was strangely cold and determined.

The man's pupils shrank, and he wanted to say something but he seemed to be jealous: "Master..."

Ling Yuchen limped past him, expressionless.

Li Mubai drove home, and it was already midnight when he got downstairs.

He didn't go upstairs right away, leaned on the seat of the car and lit a cigarette, his face was extremely pale due to excessive blood loss.

Ling Yuchen, his half-brother.

A complete little pervert.

Li Mubai felt bored when he thought of him.

Then, he thought of Xia Feise's younger brother again.

The same brother, why is his this so annoying.

After smoking a cigarette with gloomy eyes, Li Mubai raised his head and looked upstairs.

She should have fallen asleep.

His virtue shouldn't go back to scare her.

Inexplicably, he missed her a little bit.