Strong favor of wealthy family: rumored husband owes training

"You let me go, I will double what Yao Ruyin gave you!" Wen Wan sternly said.

"Hehe, miss, our brothers are all licking blood on the edge of a knife. If you recognize the master, you can't change. If anyone breaks the rules and even loses the basic principles, then this head should be lost." The man sneered. , the gloomy eyes, ferocious endless.

Wen Wan's heart trembled, could she be dead today?

The muzzle of the cold black hole hit her white and plump forehead. At that moment, Wen Wan felt that the Wen family was over.

She never found death difficult before, but now she is greedy for the value of life.

Seeing the man's thick and long fingers pull the trigger, Wen Wan closed her eyes and waited for the death to come.

"Bang!" A gunshot exploded in my ears.

But... There was no pain, and even the cold feeling on his forehead disappeared.

Wen Wan only felt someone fall under her feet, followed by the sound of the pistol falling to the ground.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the fallen man in disbelief, as if time had frozen.

"Bang, bang, bang..." Countless gunshots sounded like firecrackers all around, deafening.

Wen Wan didn't have time to think about it and immediately squatted on the ground covering her ears and head and tightly closed her eyes.

The bullets burst into murderous aura and exploded around the cemetery. The bodyguards in black became like living targets and were swept into plugs until they all fell to the ground. The gunshots stopped abruptly. dead silence.

Jing Anran sitting on the helicopter was so frightened that she didn't dare to breathe, she just stared at the dusty ground with big eyes in disbelief, when she saw Wen Wan squatting on the ground healthy and sound, she let out a sigh of relief .

Yao Ruyin covered the blood on her face and sat down in front of a group of corpses, she was already dumbstruck and speechless.

There was a sound of orderly but powerful footsteps from far to near, shaking the ground. In a blink of an eye, a large number of strong men in camouflage military uniforms rushed to the cemetery with rifles on their backs, surrounded by three floors and three floors outside. layer.

Wen Wan looked at the countless question marks on the heads of the densely packed soldiers, she turned her head and looked at Jing Anran inquiringly.

"This... is this from Grandpa?" Jing Anran was also confused.

"It's not like that." Ding Mu also shook his head doubtfully.

The people in this unit seemed to be well-trained, each standing with their heads held high in a military posture to make way for a man in a silver suit striding forward like stars holding the moon in full view.

Wen Wan stared at the person with wide eyes, wondering if she was dreaming, isn't this the person whose car was robbed by her just now?

"Mr. Shen?" Wen Wan got up and tugged at her skirt in embarrassment, with a distressed expression.

Shen Moling's eyes are deep and indifferent, his black and thick short hair is neat and neat, his sword eyebrows fly into his temples obliquely, with a blade-like resolute sharpness, straight nose bridge, thin and tender cherry lips, inlaid in the golden ratio on his fair-skinned cheeks On the top, the edges and corners are sharp and beautiful.

He walked to the center of the venue with strides, exuding the aura of an emperor, noble and elegant, but as unreachable as standing on the top of a snow mountain.

"There are not many people who can make me wait, how dare you make me wait so long?" He raised his lips and sneered with a cold breath.

Wen Wan swallowed, blinked and asked, "Are you waiting for me?"

"Didn't you want to invite me to dinner?" Shen Moling asked back.