Strong favor of wealthy family: rumored husband owes training

A man in white wearing a mask walked over with a scalpel. Behind him stood a woman holding a tray. Wen Wan wanted to resist and stood up, but was pressed to the ground, her short skirt was lifted, her tender white The thighs are exposed.

Di Mai got up, walked over to squat down, stretched out his hand to stroke her smooth and white long legs like porcelain, and praised: "Wouldn't it be a pity if such perfect legs were full of pits and bruises."

His words made Wen Wan's heart churn, she stared at him angrily, holding her head up and refusing to compromise.

"Please beg me, maybe I can let you go." Di Mai raised his beautiful brows, his expression was full of interest.

"It's a pity that you look like a dog, but you have an extremely dirty heart! A person like you is not even worthy of carrying my shoes, and you still want me to beg you? Disgusting!" Wen Wan crushed him and threw out A white eye, that expression seems to despise a piece of garbage.

Di Mai's complexion was dark, and when he raised his hand, he was slapped heavily, and the gentle slap fell to the ground.

"Shave me!" He got up and returned to his seat, looked at her coldly, and ordered harshly.

The man in the white coat held up the scalpel and gently slashed across Wen Wan's thigh, blood seeped from the white skin along the blade and flowed all over the floor.

"Hmm..." Wen Wan bit her lower lip, resisting the pain of being cut open on her leg, but stubbornly refused to beg for mercy.

Seeing that a piece of flesh and blood was cut off, suddenly there was a loud "bang", the door was kicked open, and Gu Yancheng rushed in with a gun.

He cleaned up the people outside for a long time, and finally found Wen Wan!

As soon as he saw the blood all over the ground, he felt dazzling, and shot out without looking at the gun.

The room was in a mess, and Di Mai was protected and hid behind the iron door of the black house. Gu Yancheng had to hide outside the door in order to avoid the opponent's attack.

For a while, although there was a temporary stalemate, Gu Yancheng knew that if you rescue Wen Wan quickly, when the support people from the prime minister's mansion arrive, they will definitely die!

Wen Wan knew that the situation was not very good, so she shouted towards the door: "Are you stupid? Don't bring more people, and you are going to die by yourself? Why don't you run away?"

Di Mai turned back and gave her a cold look, got up and rushed over to hug her, grabbed her gun and put it on Wen Wan's temple, shouting at Gu Yancheng who was hiding outside: "Boy, hurry up!" Give me your gun and surrender, if you dare to run away, I will kill her right now!"

Gu Yancheng hesitated, the current situation is indeed not very good, but he would die if he surrendered, and he would die if he escaped, anyway, he came to save Wen Wan, if he didn't save her, he wouldn't leave even if he was killed!

So throwing the gun, he walked out quickly, raising his hands in surrender.

"Don't touch her."

Di Mai smiled triumphantly, threw Wen Wan to the ground, raised his foot and stepped on her vest, and pointed the muzzle of the gun in his hand at Gu Yancheng.

"Dear brother, long time no see."

This greeting almost made Wen Wan's jaw drop. She looked at Gu Yancheng in surprise. No wonder she always thought this prince looked familiar. Now she looked at him, and it was clear that he had the same blonde hair and blue eyes as Gu Yancheng, and his facial features were extremely similar. ah!

"I don't have a brother like you, let her go!" Gu Yancheng did not hesitate to talk nonsense to Di Mai, put his hands in his pockets, and raised his chin resolutely.

"Hehe... Even if you have self-knowledge, an illegitimate child is naturally not worthy of being a member of our royal family." Di Mai looked at him with a sneer, and the contempt in his eyes became more and more obvious.

Gu Yancheng dismissed it, took out a cigarette and lit it, and smoked. He leaned lazily against the wall beside him, without the slightest embarrassment of being pointed at with a gun. Instead, he was elegant and noble like a leopard, handsome and unrestrained.