Seven Nights of Forbidden Love: Good Morning, Chief!

She could even feel that the sharp point of the knife was in her heart, and it hurt slightly.

No, it won't!

Qin Muchen would not do this!

"I saved your life! You want to kill me now?"

Wen Jingran's voice was trembling.

Or maybe, Qin Muchen found out the truth about what happened back then, otherwise, he would never hold a knife against her!

For a moment, the thought of fear was tightly enveloped in her eyebrows.

"Scared?"

Qin Muchen coldly stared at the cold sweat oozing out of her forehead, and the corners of her lips curled up, filled with mockery and playfulness: "Back then, she didn't blink her eyes and blocked a fatal blow for me."

Wen Jingran didn't dare to say a word that scared him.

Yes.

afraid.

If the truth of the events of the year were to be opened, it would be more than a simple life for her!

She dare not bet!

"No one told you, is it a relief to die in my hands?"

"Life is worse than death is the most painful."

Like him now.

Wen Jingran froze in shock: "You, are you really going to kill me?"

"My girl, no one provokes, no one offends, but she is so resentful and hateful. My brothers, friends and relatives regard her as a thorn in the eye, and now there is another inexplicable you.

"Anyone involved in this matter, I will not let go. Including you."

Hands up, the knife falls.

Wen Jingran seemed to be able to feel the sound of the knife piercing into the flesh and blood, shocked her and screamed.

There was a splash of warmth on his face.

That is blood!

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

"Qin Muchen, you let me go!"

After about a minute, Wen Jingran gradually calmed down, and then realized that there were no wounds on his body. When he was relieved, a cold air was raised fiercely.

"you you!"

The plot is reversed.

The knife was thrust into Qin Muchen's shoulder impressively.

The knife didn't go in, he didn't frown, and he pulled it out, and the blood splashed on her face again.

All the voices that Wen Jingran was frightened this time were blocked deep in her throat. She swallowed hardly twice before hurriedly trying to cover the wound.

Before touching it, Qin Muchen took the knife and threw it away.

He didn't even bother to touch her.

No matter how angry Wen Jingran is, he can only stamp his feet: "What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

"Wen Jingran."

Qin Muchen narrowed his eyes, the wound on his shoulder, he didn't care about it at all, he sneered and curled his lips: "I swear by my blood."

"My life-saving grace, I have paid it back today."

"From now on, your life or death will be irrelevant."

"Provoke her again, offend me, you will definitely end up worse than that woman."

Cang Dang.

The knife dropped on the floor with a crisp sound.

Wen Jingran's eyes widened, as if he didn't believe it.

After a long delay, she slowed down: "You...what did you say?"

Qin Muchen picked up the mobile phone on the table and dialed a number to go out: "Immediately freeze Wen Jingran's bank card, as well as the money I funded the Wen family, suppliers, customers, all recovered."

"Half an hour, I can't do it, I'll see you later."

When he hung up the phone, he turned around, without even looking at the gray-faced woman, opened the door and walked out.

"Qin Muchen!" Wen Jingran furiously: "You really want to do this?"

"Heh." Qin Muchen sneered disdainfully: "I said, if she doesn't follow, don't think about it. Isn't it disdain? Take it all back as you wish."

Standing at the top of the pyramid, I fell into poverty and whiteness in an instant.

Wen Jingran, I don't want your life, and you will definitely have a hard time.

Gu Shinian once asked him: in the future, can we leave Wen Jingran alone?

He can answer now: Yes, I don't care about anyone except you.