Chapter 4 Busy Comforting My Precious

The punch was ruthless, poisonous, fast and accurate.

Unexpectedly, the man seemed to have anticipated Sylvia's attack, and raised his hand slightly to intercept her fist and hold it in his hand.

He looked totally casual, with a pair of beautiful upturned eyes, and a seemingly indecent smile.

But when he looked down and saw the bloody wound on the back of the girl's hand, a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes. Then he took off his suit jacket and put it directly on the girl.

"Put it on!" The seemingly casual tone was tough and domineering.

"No need!" Sylvia refused in a cold voice, pushing away the man's extended hand, and hit the back of his hand, but the man smiled.

"As the saying goes, beating is a sign of affection and cursing is a sign of love. A hit is not enough. How about scolding me then?"

Sylvia frowned, and looked a little deeper at the man.

She thought, "Few people could catch my punch at that speed. This man was not simple."

"You're nuts!" Sylvia withdrew her hand and let out a cold snort.

Julien's upturned eyes were smiling. He looked at Sylvia soulfully and licked the corners of his lips. "It seems that you really love me!"

"Scram!"

There was a bit of coldness in Sylvia's eyes.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the bottom of the stairs, and Sylvia squinted her eyes.

The man in front of her had already pulled her into his arms first, and pressed Sylvia's entire face to his chest.

In an instant, the cool ink fragrance belonging to the man hit her, constantly bringing her sensual pleasure. It was the first time that Sylvia was embraced by a man like this, and her whole body was a little stiff.

"Relax, baby!"

Julien noticed the stiff body of the girl in his arms, and leaned over to comfort her gently.

The deep and magnetic voice came to Sylvia's ears, giving her a sense of tingling electricity.

A murderous intent flashed across the girl's cold black eyes.

A group of people had already come up, and they were surprised to see the two hugging each other.

Especially seeing that one of them was the third young master of the Robert family who was well-known in North City. He was the famous young master in North City, a big man who could not be messed with.

But they were arranged by Ms. Sherlyn Moore before to catch the fool and kill her today in any case.

Julien protected the girl in his arms, and raised his head coldly. "What are you looking at? don't you see that I am busy comforting my precious?"

As soon as the few people met the eyes of the Robert family's young master, their bodies trembled. They hurriedly apologized, then turned and left.

Naturally they dared not offend this young master. Whoever offended him would die in the future.

When these people walked away, Julien was still reluctant to let go of the softness in his arms, and smiled seductively. "You smell so good!"

Sylvia's face turned serious, and she kicked him hard.

The man seemed to anticipate her movement and sidestepped it.

He blinked, and smiled suavely. "Don't you know how to be polite to your savior? Do you want to marry me in return?"

Sylvia looked at Julien coldly, then narrowed her eyes. Her eyes were tinged with more danger.

"Who are you?"

The people who came up just now should have come to arrest her, but this man made them afraid, which was enough to show that the identity of this man was not simple.

Julien's pretty eyebrows raised slightly, and a trace of curiosity flashed across his eyes. He looked at Sylvia and asked, "You don't know me?"

"Should I know you?" Sylvia said coldly. It was impossible for her to know such a shameless playboy.

If she had her previous strength and the man dared to flirt with her, she would beat him to death ten times.