Reborn 1980, the pretty military wife, the rough military man’s doting on her day and night

There were a few stars twinkling in the darkening night, and Li Qingran didn't want to say much to the man across from him who was trapped in his own emotions.

Looking at him with cold eyes, "If this is what you want to say, then I don't think it is necessary to continue talking and ask your people to stop immediately."

The crutch in Master Long's hand turned heavily on the ground, his aura changed instantly, and he walked towards Li Qingran step by step aggressively.

The entire ground seemed unusually prominent because of the sound of the cane.

Li Qingran looked at the man in front of her with a cold expression, showing no trace of cowardice.

The clear black and white eyes stared at the pair of eyes that revealed intimidation.

He even twitched the corner of his mouth with a smile on his face and sneered: "Master Long is nothing more than that."

As he spoke, the itching powder in his hand was instantly sprinkled.

"Do you really think it's great that you know something?"

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became. Li Qingran's eyes flashed with fierceness, and the silver needle in her hand stabbed the man's leg directly.

Only this time, he was directly pressed against by the man's crutch.

The man who was holding back the itching was now livid as he endured the inhuman torture.

Li Qingran didn't show it on her face, but she was extremely shocked inside.

It's really scary for a man to be able to endure such an itch.

The man's face turned red, and the veins on his forehead became more and more prominent, but the momentum he had just now still remained intact.

Gritting his teeth, he said word by word: "Give me the antidote, otherwise, none of you will be able to leave today."

Li Qingran looked at the person in front of her who was being tortured but still had a tough mouth. She was so angry that she really couldn't be tough. She was not worried about Song Yan, but Bao Zhuzhu, Yang Xiaowei and the others.

Grinding his back molars, he gritted his teeth and spoke word by word, "You'd better not let me find a chance to deal with you alone."

As he spoke, he took out his golden needle from the pocket beside him, and thrust it hard into the most painful acupuncture point, venting his hatred with every needle.

Only at this time could Li Qingran understand how happy Aunt Rong was at that time!

I really want to put needles in the nails of this bad old man!

Finally, when Li Qingran gave the last injection, she said with a cold face, "Let them stop, or I will stab you to death."

The man frowned, seemingly suppressing his anger, and shouted in a deep voice not far away, "Stop."

Li Qingran looked at the man who came out of a group of people not far away. He had injuries all over his body, and his eyes changed again and again.

There was a hint of darkness in his eyes.

Although those people seemed to be worse off than Song Yan, they bullied her man in front of her.

Do you really think she is a sick cat?

The needle in his hand penetrated directly into the man's acupuncture point, and the force in his hand penetrated another three points.

It hurts you to death.

Haha, it will hurt you even more later.

But after this injection, the man really stopped itching.

He stood up with the help of a few gangsters.

The hand holding the cane seemed to be holding back something.

Suddenly and slowly let go.

Seeing Li Qingran hurriedly caring about Song Yan, he smiled.

It's okay to have weaknesses.

Song Yan looked at the man in front of him with a livid face and warned, "You dare to let these desperado mercenaries come in within the territory of China. You are brave enough."

During the confrontation between the two sides.

The man had never been so embarrassed before, and it seemed that he saw the man he once was in front of this righteous soldier.

The same aura of righteousness, the same calm complexion, the same... damn.

But when he thought about finding something like that, the man's clenched fists slowly loosened.

Then he said: "Little girl, whether you admit it or not, I am your uncle. I hope you will think carefully about whether you want the things your mother left behind."

Li Qingran held Song Yan's hand and looked at the man opposite him warily, "What do you want?"

The man's tone seemed to be very normal with a hint of bewitching, "I gave you the things your mother left for you. Shouldn't you be polite and return the things your mother sent to Xiaoyanglou?"

Li Qingran shook his head calmly, "Something? What does my mother want to send?"

Silent, the two just looked at each other in silence.

Where their eyes met, no one backed down.

Finally the man suddenly smiled.

"Little girl, are you sure?"

Li Qingran's eyes moved slightly, his dark pupils were very calm, and his tone was extremely calm, "I don't know what you are talking about."

The man seemed not to be entangled with Li Qingran.

Suddenly he turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

"If you want to understand, come to the little foreign house to find me. I think you must be very interested in the things your mother left. She worked hard for your birth. Those cute little things, even I think Tempting......"

The sound became more and more ethereal and distant.

Li Qingran looked at his back, seemingly lost in thought.

The man is sure that he will definitely look for him again.

Li Qingran suddenly felt that he was in a big dilemma.

Turning to look at Song Yan, he clenched his fingers.

"Ayan, let's go back."

Song Yan knew what she was thinking.

She wanted to find Mr. Long by herself.

He turned to face her and said in a deep voice, "I'll accompany you."

His tone allowed no rebuttal.

But Li Qingran knew that he could see it.

"I will send someone to protect them."

I don’t know what to say when I’m in a mood, but he knows everything.

Li Qingran felt moved in his heart. This was probably a connection between his mind and his heart.

Husband and wife are of the same mind, and she will not pretend to be too powerful or be too strong to die.

There is space to save one's life, but who wants to take off his vest and play without any trouble.

"Come on, let's go back."

The man's voice was somewhat soothing, and he wanted to hug her sideways.

"Ayan, I'm fine, I'll help you walk."

The two were leaning against each other.

"Ran Ran, after I've settled them, I'll go find Mr. Long. Don't worry, I will definitely get mom's things back for you."

"Yeah. Ayan, I want to kill that man."

"It's illegal to commit murder, but it shouldn't matter if you're disabled."

Li Qingran lowered his eyes and sighed slightly.

Before the two of them reached the door of the hotel, Qiao Zian rushed over in a hurry.

He took Li Qingran and looked him up and down, his face darkened, and he asked worriedly: "How are you? Are you injured?"

Li Qingran shook his head and glanced at Song Yan aggrievedly, "Brother, Ayan is injured."

Qiao Zian: Well, I saw it, but it’s okay for a grown man to get beaten a little, and besides, he still protects his wife.

As long as my sister isn't hurt, that's fine.

As soon as he returned just now, he heard the news that Master Long was looking for trouble with Li Qingran.

He almost exploded.

People like Mr. Long have very bad hands. If his sister is injured, he will just blame himself. He will probably be chased and beaten by his grandfather, and beaten to death by his parents.