Chapter 622 The Troublesome Guy!

The man's tall body fell into his arms, and Wen Churan couldn't hold it up. He stumbled backwards and was finally pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window.

She pushed him hard twice, "What are you going to do if you don't sleep so late at night?"

The man rested his head on her shoulder and let her push him, but he didn't move at all.

After a while, he spoke in a calm voice, "It took a lot of effort to recover the memory of millions of years ago, it took a lot of effort to return to Jinglan, and it took a lot of effort to find the master. I just want to stay with the master for a while, and I don't want to waste my time on him." Things like sleeping.”

I don't know if it was an illusion, but there was a hint of loneliness in the man's tone.

Wen Churan almost vomited a mouthful of old blood.

Little wolfdog, oh little wolfdog, a typical clingy little wolfdog!

NO! Where has her third brother, who was once cold and serious like a robot, gone?

Just when Wen Churan was confused and at a loss, wondering whether to push him away gently or kick him away roughly, a black shadow suddenly rushed in from outside like a gust of wind.

The dark figure grabbed Sheng Ziyuan's arm with one hand, forced him away from Wen Churan's arms, twisted around, and threw him vigorously on the sofa.

Wen Churan took a closer look and was immediately dumbfounded.

Sheng Zhixun? !

I saw the young man protecting himself behind him and yelling at the man lying on the sofa, "Okay, third brother, you actually want to hide your plot from your younger brothers and sisters! I finally caught you now, right? It's not worth my patience." I’ve been feeling sleepy until now and haven’t slept yet!”

Sheng Ziyuan slowly got up from the sofa and walked in front of Sheng Zhixun. Before he could react, he suddenly grabbed his neck and lifted him into the air easily.

"Let... let go..." Sheng Zhixun's face turned red due to suffocation, and he couldn't even say a complete sentence. He could only stare at his dangling legs.

"You're in the way!" Sheng Ziyuan gritted his teeth and reprimanded angrily. His deep eyes were full of murderous aura, and the strength in his hands became stronger inch by inch.

Wen Churan saw Sheng Zhixun's face turning from red to purple, as if he might suffocate at any time, so he hurriedly stepped forward and took Sheng Ziyuan's arm, "Third brother! Let go quickly, he is your biological brother!"

"Brother?" A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, as scary as a demon. "He is Sheng Ziyuan's younger brother, not Jing Lan's younger brother. If anyone dares to block my way, the consequences...will be death!" "

He squeezed his palm hard, and Wen Churan seemed to hear the sound of bones breaking. In desperation, she shouted, "If you dare to hurt him, I will never care about you again!"

Sheng Ziyuan was stunned, and the strength in his hand became slightly weaker. It seemed that these words had an effect.

Wen Churan struck while the railroad was hot, "Let go of him first, and we'll talk about it slowly if you have anything to do. If you continue to be so cruel, I will only think you are terrible."

brutal? horrible?

Sheng Ziyuan's pupils trembled slightly, presumably because he was very concerned about what Wen Churan said.

After a moment, he let go, and Sheng Zhixun fell to the ground with a plop. He opened his mouth wide and breathed desperately. He couldn't get up for a long time.

Sheng Ziyuan walked up to Wen Churan, held her cheeks with both hands, and said like a child who had done something wrong, "Master, it's my fault tonight. I shouldn't disturb your rest."

Wen Churan immediately yawned twice, "Yes, yes, I'm very sleepy now, how about...you go back first? I really want to sleep now!"