Chapter 295 Is that Person You? (5)

Qin Yinan's half-stretched hand suddenly stopped in the air. After a moment, he realized what was happening, turned his head, and looked in the direction where Song Qingchun was pulled up.

Su Zhinian only wore a white shirt. The style was simple and elegant. Perhaps because he had just beaten someone, the shirt was a little wrinkled. Even the buttons on the cuffs were broken, revealing a small section of strong arms.

His exquisite three-dimensional face had a cold and frightening expression. Between his dull brows, there was a looming anger beating, and the aura around him was so violent that it seemed that he could kill someone at any time.

Normally, he is cold and indifferent, which gives people a feeling that it is difficult to get in touch with him. At this time, when he is angry, he is full of oppression. In addition, his momentum is too fierce. Just one glance can make people's hearts jump. A cool sense of horror.

But even so, he is still so seductive that people are fascinated and breathless.

Qin Yinan thought it was a colleague in the company who pulled Song Qingchun, but he didn't expect that the person he saw was Su Zhinian.

A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. After a while, his expression returned to normal, and he greeted Su Zhinian politely: "Mr. Su, why are you here?"

He and Su Zhinian have known each other for many years, but their relationship has never been particularly close, so when they meet and greet each other, they are very polite.

Su Zhinian's crazy beating of the courier guy just now consumed a lot of energy and his breath seemed a little unstable.

He grabbed Song Qingchun's shoulders, as if he hadn't heard Qin Yinan's words at all, and just stared at Song Qingchun intently. After a while, he spoke and asked, "Are you okay?"

The sinister aura in his body had not dissipated, and his tone of voice seemed a little cold.

Song Qingchun frowned slightly when she heard his voice, and realized slowly that she had been pulled up. She rolled her eyes gently and faced Su Zhinian.

Su Zhinian... didn't he go to work? Why are people here?

Song Qingchun's brain was confused for a moment.

"Are you injured anywhere?" Su Zhinian asked again when he caught her gaze.

This time, Su Zhinian didn't give her any time to speak. He lowered his head and looked at her body. When he saw that her clothes were torn on her chest, he reached out his hand and touched her without thinking. He touched her chest: "Is it hurt here?"

Although his tone was very calm, as if he had no emotion, his slightly fast speaking speed still revealed the anxiety in his heart.

Song Qingchun's face blushed slightly when he was touched. She shook her head subconsciously and took a step back, avoiding Su Zhinian's hand.

Su Zhinian was worried and continued to stretch his hand to her chest and pressed it twice more to make sure there was no sticky feeling. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew his hand.

"Would you like a drink..." He continued to speak, but after saying a few words, a policeman came to them, interrupted him, and said to Song Qingchun: "Excuse me, are you a victim? "

Song Qingchun finally woke up and saw a policeman not far away asking his colleagues about the situation. The courier boy was also handcuffed.

Song Qingchun first nodded to the policeman who was questioning him, and then said: "Yes, I am."