Chapter 1020: When She Dies, You Go to the Funeral

"You're in the Time Hotel, are you trying to kill me?" He grabbed her chin and observed her every expression, "Also, I haven't seen you for ten years, everything is gone, and I don't expect you to still have my existence in your heart." ”

In his deep eyes, disdain and contempt concealed the deepest heartache.

A scorching breath of anger sprayed on her tender face.

Chu Mo's anger set off the deepest emotions buried in Lin Jenny's heart, she lowered her eyes, and a few crystal tears were stained on her curled eyelashes.

She had forgotten who she was again, and in front of him, she always wished that she was just a simple woman.

"Chu Mo, let me go."

When Chu Mo heard Lin Jenny's cold low voice, something was pressed against his waist.

He knew it was a gun, so he reached down, grabbed her hand, and held the gun to his heart, "Look clearly, kill people to aim here, heart!" When you're trained, you know where to shoot you. ”

Jenny Lin's finger pulled on the trigger, "Don't think I don't dare to shoot." ”

"Jenny Lin, you are the kind of woman who can talk about a deal one second, but will kill someone in the next second" The smile on his handsome face deepened and became colder.

"You know too much!"

"So it's easy," he pushed her up and grabbed her wrist, "it's really easy, just a light bang!" All of them are gone. ”

He said it lightly, as if the muzzle of the gun was not pressed against his chest at all.

"Can you keep your mouth shut? You should know that if I can't get something, someone will come and get it from you. If they know what you said today, Luo Xingchen will be a dead end whether he recovers his memory or not. ”

"If she's dead, you'll go to the funeral!" His face was gloomy and cold, and he couldn't see a ray of sunlight.

Hearing this, Jenny Lin's hand kept holding the gun hot.

Pull the trigger and you're done.

However, she couldn't, and she didn't give up.

Faced with her eagerness to know the answer, Chu Mo was indifferent.

Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore, and her arm holding the gun hung down.

She couldn't shoot him, even if he was old enough to threaten what had been planned.

"Chu Mo, you give me s8, I'll give you what you want. But I'd like to have more," she tried to compose, but was still shaking nervously.

"What?"

"House, give me a house."

The heart of a lover is probably the best house in the world.

It's just that this thought has made Jenny Lin's eyes gradually moisten.

Chu Mo's hand clamping her chin lifted it hard, forcing her to look at herself.

In her eyes as pure as a clear spring, there is still a bit of unconvincing arrogance and distressing fragility.

"House?" Suddenly he let go of her, "It's that simple? ”

Wouldn't she still choose him?

Right!

Don't forget, she's just an emotionless agent.

"Thank you!" He spoke suddenly and with great tenderness, and then turned and walked through the quiet corridor without looking back.

Jenny Lin reacted and rushed to the railing.

In sight, the tall and majestic man hurriedly descended the long staircase.

They grew farther and farther away from her until they disappeared into the crowd around the square.

She endured it for a long time before she didn't have the impulse to catch up.