萌白酱金丝旗袍在线

Chapter 488: 228 Don’t Be Afraid (Twelve)

Looking back, Song Yinzhang saw several men swaggering towards them and sighed.

Zhao Heng sensed something was wrong, turned his head, and the waiter who had guided them earlier had disappeared at some point.

The young girl stood quietly in place. The dim light fell on her skirt, the silver lotus shimmering with waves of light, as pure as a sacred radiance, making one dare not have any blasphemous thoughts.

Song Hanqing watched from a distance, his heart pounding “thump, thump.”

He had lingered among flowers for years but had never seen such a style before. As pure and sacred as the Snow Lotus on the Peak of Tianshan, it only made people want to possess and tear her calmness in the eyes.

Lin Chu was also dumbfounded, this girl’s temperament was very special and hard to forget.

“Little sister, what’s your name?” Song Hanqing grinned as he approached, asking with what he thought was the gentlest tone.

Zhao Heng stood in front of Ming Jing and frowned, “Who are you? What do you want to do?”

“Hehe, what are you? Worthy of talking to this young master? Get out of my way.” Song Hanqing said somewhat annoyed, as they were blocking his view of the beauty.

Zhao Heng clenched his fists, staring fearlessly at the other party, “You want to fight? I’ll accompany you to the end.”

Song Hanqing sneered, “You’ve got guts, boy. We’ll see how you cry and beg for mercy later.” He waved his hand to signal his followers.

“Hold on.” Song Yinzhang blocked Zhao Heng and sighed, “Brother Hanqing, don’t you recognize me?”

Song Hanqing squinted at him, suddenly said, “Song Yinzhang? What are you doing here?”

“I came to Jingzhou for the exam, Brother Hanqing, these are my friends…”

Song Hanqing raised an eyebrow, then suddenly laughed, “Why didn’t you say it earlier? If they’re Yinzhang’s friends, they are Song Hanqing’s friends too. Come on, let’s talk in the private room.”

With that, the waiter opened the door to the private room next to them. Song Hanqing looked at Zhao Heng and Song Yinzhang, who were still standing in place.

Song Hanqing smiled, “Yinzhang, your friends don’t give face, huh?”

“Brother Hanqing, we are still students. We don’t want to be a part of this. Have fun, and we’ll leave first…”

As he finished speaking, he signaled Zhao Heng and Xie Zhen to leave quickly.

However, it was too late. Several big men had blocked their way, surrounding them.

“Don’t leave in such a hurry, Yinzhang! We haven’t seen each other for years. Let this brother catch up with you, and your friends, let’s all be together.” His gaze swept over the skirt behind Zhao Heng, smiling ambiguously.

Song Yinzhang frowned, “Brother Hanqing, have you seen Bai Ziyan recently?”

When Song Hanqing heard this name, his face immediately darkened, and he snorted, “Why bring him up?”

“My friend here is also good friends with Bai Ziyan, as well as someone from the Qus, so Brother Hanqing…” Song Yinzhang’s low voice carried a hint of threat.

But Song Hanqing seemed not to understand his insinuation, “That’s perfect. We’re all friends, more people, more fun. Let’s go together.”

“Brother Hanqing, I’m not joking with you.”

“You think I’m joking with you?” Song Hanqing said coldly, “What’s Bai Ziyan? Am I supposed to be afraid of him?” With that, he tried to grab Ming Jing, bypassing Zhao Heng.

Ming Jing stepped back, avoiding Song Hanqing’s grasp. He laughed, “The beauty has a temper, I like it.”

Zhao Heng swung a punch at his face, “Keep your lecherous hands off her!”

Lin Chu had been keeping an eye on him, and as he swung his fist, two others held him back and pinned him to the wall.

Song Hanqing spat at him and turned to look at Ming Jing. He had seen many women fawning, shy, or pretending to refuse when faced with his advances. However, this girl was so different. She just stood there quietly, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, calm and composed, not showing any awareness of her impending fate.

This girl’s detached and indifferent attitude was especially attractive, making it difficult for anyone to let go.

Even if she was pretending, her acting skills were worthy of an Oscar.

“I still don’t know what the pretty little sister’s name is,” Song Hanqing asked with a smile.

Ming Jing looked up, her beautiful and cold eyes seemed to be filled with thousands of spring waters, making him willingly indulge himself in them.