Chapter 1,485 I will fight with you.

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Chapter 1,485 I will fight you.

Mu Wanqing closed her beautiful eyes. She didn't want to accept her fate, but in this situation, she could only accept her fate, but she would not let Wen Bochao go like this. She wanted to die with him!

Just when Mu Wanqing closed her eyes, and when Wen Bochao's head was about to be buried in Mu Wanqing's chest, a ghostly black shadow suddenly appeared behind Wen Bochao. At this moment, Wen Bochao felt, There was a cool breeze on my back, and it almost felt like I was being haunted.

Mu Wanqing also felt it. There was an extra person breathing in the huge CEO's office. She was frightened and her heart trembled. She quickly opened her beautiful eyes, but Wen Bochao blocked her sight, so she didn't look. Who is the person behind Wenbo Chao?

Cold sweat broke out on Wen Bochao's forehead, and his legs were shaking with fear——

Soon, Wen Bochao felt his trembling legs hanging in the air, and he was lifted up by the one behind him!

As long as it's not a ghost! Wen Bochao had such an idea in his mind, but the person behind him picked him up with one hand, which still frightened him enough.

The person standing behind Wen Bochao was not Lu Xuan, who else could it be. Lu Xuan grabbed the collar of his back with one hand, lifted him up, and then suddenly threw him back. Just throw it out.

The huge force threw Wen Bochao away. Before he landed, he let out a scream in the air. With a bang, his whole body hit the ground hard, and he even let out a shrill scream. Screaming, it felt like all the bones in his body were falling apart.

After Lu Xuan threw him out, Mu Wanqing saw Lu Xuan and his handsome face with a serious smile. She shouted in surprise: "Lu Xuan?"

Lu Xuan was indeed a little different at this time, with a murderous look on his face, which was a bit scary.

She thought Lu Xuan had left, but she didn't expect that he turned back and saved her in time. Mu Wanqing was extremely grateful, but thinking about Wen Bochao's identity and background, she became a little worried about Lu Xuan.

Lu Xuan was really too impulsive. He could have stopped Wen Bochao directly. Why did he throw him out? Hearing the screams of Wen Bochao, the evil young man, he must have been hit hard, right?

Now, Wen Bochao will definitely take revenge crazily!

At this moment, Mu Wanqing was not worried about herself, but about Lu Xuan.

"Ouch, ouch," Wen Bochao kept screaming, tears welling up in pain. He looked so miserable that he looked like his dead father.

After Wen Bochao screamed a few times, he felt a little more comfortable. He raised his head and looked at the person who dared to attack him. It was the person he passed by outside the door just now. He immediately gritted his teeth and said: "Fuck, You dare to hit me, do you know who I am?"

"I don't care who you are. You molested a decent woman in broad daylight. You deserve a beating!" Lu Xuan said with a sneer.

"..."

When Mu Wanqing heard what he said, she really wanted to laugh but couldn't. What kind of woman from a good family could do such a polite thing?

Wen Bochao was injured to begin with. When he heard Lu Xuan's words again, he almost wanted to vomit blood. He was angry and felt a tightness in his chest. When had I, Young Master Wen, been bullied like this? Damn it, you arrogant boy, I want you. Pay the price!

"Do you know who my dad is!" Wen Bochao shouted.

Lu Xuan curled his lips and said, "Your father is Li Gang, I'm not afraid either."

"Pfft!" Mu Wanqing finally couldn't help laughing. She really didn't realize that Lu Xuan was not only a master of medicine and martial arts, but he was also a living treasure, the kind who would kill someone even if they killed him.

Especially when someone looks cynical, carefree, and doesn't take you seriously at all, that's the most irritating thing.

"Pfft! Wow -" Sure enough, this evil young man with a literary degree couldn't bear it any longer. He felt so angry that his chest tightened, his throat became sweet, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out. He was about to die of anger.