Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It?

Aleb looked at him, pursing his lips, "Sorry, I have ordered..."

He didn't finish a word, and the atmosphere was like a bowstring that was stretched tightly to the next second, ready to go. There was no half a second delay. Aleb only saw the man half a meter in front of him with a thin The sneer black eyes passed by coldly, suddenly the whole person's aura became fierce, and the danger was unexpected.

When he reacted, the muzzle of the black hole had been aimed at his brow.

Aleb changed his face and looked at the man pointing the gun at him.

Mo Shichen's gun was snatched from him.

He had never been in contact with the eldest son of the Lawrence family, and had never heard of him being trained in this area. He had never expected that he would have such a good skill, let alone take a gun.

His arms were straight, his shirt and trousers were still sloppy and dangerous. He only uttered two simple words, "Open the door."

Aleb's face had recovered, he didn't speak or let go.

Mo Shichen sneered, suddenly raised his arm, and then made a "bang".

The lamp on the ceiling of the corridor was accurately penetrated by bullets, and various glass glazes were shattered.

The lights were dimmed for a while.

The other bodyguard of Wen Yi, who appeared first, was not outside the door because she slept and the two took turns on duty. However, she rushed as fast as she heard the gunshots, and followed the security guard of the hotel behind the bodyguard.

The expressions of the two were horrified to varying degrees.

The tenant who heard the gunshot opened the door and poked his head out. When he saw this scene, his face changed greatly and he immediately closed the door tightly.

In less than half a minute, the entire hotel was in a commotion because of the gunshot.

Only the man with the gun and the man pointed at by the gun were the most calm, as if they were not disturbed by any commotion.

His expression remained the same, but the two words remained, "Open the door."

Aleb looked at him, his lips moved, and he was about to speak. The door behind him had been opened.

With such a big movement, Wen Yi naturally woke up.

But she didn't expect that when the door opened, she would see such a scene.

Four eyes face each other.

There was a momentary silence.

Wen Yi's pupils suddenly shrank first, then recovered, and finally a faint mocking smile appeared.

From beginning to end, men are indifferent and calm.

She turned around blankly and walked into the house.

Two words overflowed from the throat of the man behind her, "Wen Yi."

"Aleb," she just dropped an understatement, "Resolve the commotion and don't let things make a big deal."

Aleb's look was rare and extremely complicated.

Mo Shichen raised his foot and was about to follow.

Aleb naturally wanted to stop, and the two men had already fought in the light of the calcium carbide fire.

Aleb's strength may not be weaker than Mo Shichen, but he has a gun in his hand, not to mention, more importantly, he always worried that this man is the eldest son of the Lawrence family, and he can't do his best to shoot.

Even if they are matched, once they have concerns, they will fall short.

The muzzle of the pistol was hit hard by Mo Shichen on the ribs of his waist with skill. He stooped in pain subconsciously, and was kicked in the calf bone by the man's leather shoes. .

Mo Shichen passed him and walked into the suite.

The other bodyguard had already stepped forward. Aleb snapped his hand and grabbed the gun from his body. He moved quickly and pointed at the back of the man's head. His voice was a bit panting because of the fight just now, "Lord."

Mo Shichen paused, but he didn't turn his head, and he let out a hoarse smile.

After a few seconds, he continued nonchalantly.

Aleb squeezed the trigger fingers tightly, and watched him walk in, finally letting go.

It is impossible for him to shoot at the eldest son of the Lawrence family.

Everyone knows this, so this man has no fear, no fear, even cold contempt.

When Wen Yi walked to the door of the bedroom, he was suddenly buckled by the wrist by the man with long legs behind him.

"Wen Yi."

When the two words fell, her hand bones seemed to be crushed by his terrifying hand in an instant.

The line of her jaw tightened with pain, and she opened her mouth slightly, almost screaming in pain, but she held it back, only breathing hard.

After enduring for about four or five seconds, she adapted to the severe pain of the bone being held tightly.

Wen Yi turned his head, raised his face to look at him, then glanced at the pistol he was holding in the other hand, licking his lips wanton, and then laughed, "I haven't seen it in a long time. Such a drama."

She paled gradually because it was so painful.

No matter how she is decisively admired or feared in the mall, this body is a spoiled body.

"Come to me to settle the account? Why don't you use the gun? Is it just to scare me... But if you just do it, I won't be scared-do you want to give me a shot? ?"

Mo Shichen was close to 1.9 meters, and Wen Yi was close to 1.7 meters, a difference of one or two centimeters.

When he looked down at her condescendingly, he could clearly see each of her eyelashes, and at this time the positive electrode was shaking slightly but violently.

My heart moved suddenly, I couldn't tell what it was like, but the force in my hand was released afterwards, and the gun in the other hand was also thrown backhand by him, and was caught by Aleb who was about to walk over. .

He stared at her with low eyes, and said coldly and hoarsely, "Ms. Wen, why did you push her out of the hospital?"

Wen Yi raised her other hand and rubbed her pinched wrist, and said coolly, "It's not that she refuses to eat or drink or cooperate with treatment. Maybe she wants to die," she said. He raised his head and sneered, "Death is also a human right. She wants to die. Instead of wasting our hospital's human and financial resources, it is better to fulfill her. Is there any problem?"

Mo Shichen's throat moved up and down.

He did not have any obvious emotional changes, except that his eyes became darker and closer to ink, and his voice was low and slow, "She was injured too badly, and the effect of anesthesia just after the operation was not long before she was not suitable for moving. , And this is the best hospital in Jiangcheng, she has no other place to go--Miss Wen, no matter what kind of grievances you have between you, you don’t need to pay for it, eh?"

She smiled, "Why, did I kill her?"

He stared into her eyes and said lightly, "No matter who it is, you can't kill her."

These words were calm and calm, and they were nothing compared to the battle that was fired just now, but these words still hit her heart with a heavier weight, and almost suffocated her.

Mo Shichen's aura enveloped her, and he said in a low voice, "So please call Miss Wen and order her to go down and let her continue treatment in the hospital you bought."

I like to marry a sweet wife: Mo Shao, please collect it gently: (www.wuxiaspot.com) When a sweet wife gets married: Mo Shao, the fastest literary update under gentle handwriting.