Chapter 309: The Shura Field of the Wealthy Wife (25)
See Sheng Jinghua insisted.
The bodyguards had no choice but to put down their guns, but the group of people still followed closely behind Sheng Jinghua and Fu Yue, refusing to relax a single step.
The black muzzle of the gun was against the man's white chin, Fu Yue raised his eyebrows, and threatened: "Let them not follow." β
Sheng Jinghua glanced at her with a smile, and then said lightly to the group of bodyguards: "Did you hear it, don't follow." β
"Head of the house, how can this be, if this woman ......"
Sheng Jinghua's eyes sank, and his thin lips spit out two words, "Stand down." β
The head of the bodyguard gritted his teeth and waved his hand, making everyone retreat, but his eyes were still staring at Fu Yue viciously.
Then, in the stunned gaze of all.
Several dancers on the second floor saw Fu Yue holding Qi Ember hostage with a gun, first stunned, and then screamed, and there was chaos on the spot.
Fu Yue didn't hear it, her hand didn't relax in the slightest, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed against Sheng Jinghua to prevent the wolf from counterattacking at any time.
Don't look at this man's gentle and elegant appearance, these white hands, I don't know how many lives have been ended and how much blood has been stained.
Out of Paramount.
Fu Yue always held a gun to Sheng Jinghua's chin, and she didn't know how far she walked, until she came to the mouth of an alley, she looked around and made sure that Sheng Jinghua's people didn't chase her.
But, that's it.
Sheng Jinghua slashed at the gun against his chin with one hand, and grabbed Fu Yue's neck with the other hand, pulling the corners of his mouth: "Su Chiyue, you think that a gun can kill me, you are too naΓ―ve." β
He was choked by the neck and slammed against the wall in the back.
Fu Yue almost rolled his eyes when he was pinched, his slender white hand held Sheng Jinghua's arm, and his elbow was pushed hard, breaking free from Sheng Jinghua's shackles, and then slammed a fist on his chin.
Fu Yuesheng has a lot of strength.
Flipped Sheng Jinghua to the ground, and then pinched his neck, and there was obvious killing intent surging in his narrow phoenix eyes.
She squeezed out between her teeth almost word by word.
"Sheng Jinghua, you are looking for death."
Even though his face was colored and the corners of his light red lips were blue, Sheng Jinghua was not angry, but laughed happily, as if he had given up resisting, and let Fu Yue pinch him.
Fu Yue scolded: "Crazy." β
Letting go of the hand that was holding the other man's neck, she stood up, patted the dust off her hand, and reached out to fix her messy hair.
Sheng Jinghua lay on the ground, letting the light-colored robe stain with dust, and then stood up slowly, looking at the beautiful woman in front of him with a smile.
Fu Yue glanced at Sheng Jinghua, still pointed a gun at him, and said coldly: "You get out of me." β
She didn't dare to leave first now, for fear of being bitten from behind by this person again.
The slender and elegant man bent down and patted the dust of the long shirt, and his clear voice sounded slowly.
"Break off our relationship, I agree."
"But, I decided."
"From today onwards, I'm going to pursue you, seriously."
Fu Yue: "......"
The narrow phoenix eyes twitched, and the woman's red lips twitched.
What kind of fart does this man have?
Qi Ember on the other side.
When he passed by this intersection in a car, he saw Fu Yue's back through the car window.
Frowning, he thought for a moment.
Thinking of being so late, Qi Yan still decided to get out of the car to see what was going on.
Then when he walked to the mouth of the alley, he happened to hear Sheng Jinghua's words, "From today on, I will pursue you, seriously."
Qi Ash: "......"
Red-orange-yellow, blue-purple.
He's green.