Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

She turned to look at Yan Rusheng, and then looked at Ming Ansheng, "Ming Ansheng, aren't you the investor of the United Nations team? Those players are of poor quality?"

Anyone with a good eye can see that this is clearly aimed at Qiao Chen.

In the first half, A scored a big lead. Most of the scores were scored by Qiao Chen. Can these people really lose him now?

In front of so many people, teachers, classmates, it's really crazy.

This is a college student, clearly a rogue.

Ming Ansheng leaned lazily on the seat, with one arm resting on the armrest of the chair, holding his cheek on the back of his hand, and gloomy black eyes staring at the direction of the beatings.

He didn't return to lifelike words, not even a little reaction.

"what……"

There was suddenly a cry of bitterness from the boys there.

"not good."

Yan Rusheng and Ming Ansheng were shocked and got up at about the same time.

When they strode over to the guardrail and prepared to turn over the guardrail, they looked in the direction of the beating, and their faces were shocked.

"Yue Yue."

She also got up and went towards the exit of this row of seats.

Su Ying was lying on the back of a member of the United Nations University, biting the boy's ear with his mouth, and the boy threw her to the ground in pain.

Everyone hurt for her, but she muttered and rose to life.

"Since you're trying to die." Qiao Chen's mouth blew a cold sigh, and a cold light struck through his eyes.

The next second, he was like a beast possessed, with a murderous murderous power, **** and kicking.

"Well, are you okay?"

Ming An Sheng rushed to Su Shi's side, grabbing her arm, and asked nervously.

He examined Su Shi's body carefully.

Su Shi only gave him a slight glance, then raised his arm, shook his hand away, and walked towards Qiao Chen.

Qiao Chen's face had several bruises, and the corners of his mouth were still bleeding. Su Shi reached out and wiped him with his fingertips.

Her delicate little hand, like white porcelain, with gentle movements, is gentle and careful on the same level as ...

"Jojo, does it hurt?"

Su Shi looked up at his small face, and looked at Qiao Chen with glittering eyes, distressed, for sure.

If she were to be Bai Jing, or any one of them would be lifelike, she would be distressed.

Qiao Chen bent a lip and smiled slightly, shaking his head, "It doesn't hurt."

The corners of his blood-stained mouth were tilted up, and the indescribable elegance was remarkable.

"You crouch down, I help you blow." Su stomped her feet, still only to Qiao Chen's chin.

The atmosphere that was very heavy and cold was changed by Su Shi's naive distress.

The corners of their mouths twitched and looked at Su Shi with a black face.

Ming Ansheng put his hands in his trousers pockets, watching this scene, he lowered his eyes, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

That smile is bitter and helpless.

"Qiao Qiao, we are going to stop playing with this group of Lai Pi." Su Shi reached out and took Qiao Chen's hand, looking at the group of players with a hostile look.

Then she looked at the big A player and despised: "And you are not at all as united as other teams. In the future, our Jojo will not play with you anymore, I will die."

After that, she took Qiao Chen's hand and walked towards the basketball court exit.

Fast pace.

Qiao Chen just let Su Ying drag him away. He looked at her angry face and twisted his eyebrows slightly.

The look seemed to be inquiring.

Su Shi dragged Qiao Chen out of the basketball court.