Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

The situation became somewhat awkward.

There was no movement upstairs, and the two parties were confronting each other downstairs. Old Wu was afraid that Mo Chen would do something, so he didn't dare to call the bodyguard behind him to go up. The hall fell silent for a while.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard upstairs.

The footsteps were light, neither hurried nor slow, as if one was strolling leisurely in one's own garden.

This is definitely not the bodyguard who just went up!

Mr. Wu's heart sank.

The kind and benevolent look on his face slowly disappeared. While he was on guard against Mo Chen, he raised his head and looked upstairs. His body instinctively took a step back in the direction of the bodyguard, secretly on guard in his heart.

Mo Chen stood where he was, with the guns of several bodyguards still pointed at him.

He didn't move his hands.

He just glanced at the bodyguards inconspicuously, then raised his eyes and stared towards the second floor.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and finally... someone appeared at the stairs.

"Qianqian!"

The moment he saw the girl, the look in Mo Chen's eyes finally changed, but when he saw a bodyguard next to Old Wu pointing a gun at her, his brown pupils narrowed slightly.

"Miss Lan, how did you get out?"

Old Wu stared at her. He didn’t understand why she was here alone. Where were the bodyguards who had just gone up?

Lan Qian didn't answer him.

From the moment she appeared, her eyes had been on Mo Chen. The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds without blinking. Suddenly, Lan Qian's eyes moved slightly, and unexpectedly, she raised the pistol hidden behind her and fired.

"Bang" sound.

A bodyguard who had pointed his gun at Mo Chen fell down.

Almost at the moment when Lan Qian fired, the gun in Mo Chen's hand had been loaded successfully. With two bangs, two bullets passed through the barrel and accurately hit the hearts of the two bodyguards.

The speed was so fast that Mr. Wu didn't even have time to react.

The only three remaining bodyguards all fell to the ground. Panic finally flashed across his face. He tried to grab the gun in the bodyguard's hand with his withered hand, but before he could bend down, the muzzle of the gun was pointed at his head.

Outside the villa, countless gunshots were heard almost at the same time.

"You... you..."

Mr. Wu's face looked very ugly. He looked outside through the window. As far as he could see, he saw his bodyguards outside falling down one by one. From the sound of gunfire, he could tell that the opponent's firepower was very strong.

Despite such a big commotion, his men who were originally hiding in the dark seemed to have all disappeared, and there was no movement at all.

"How did you do it?"

There was still no emotion on Mo Chen's face. He looked calmly at the old man under the gun and said in a light tone:

"you do not need to know."

"Hahaha……"

Old Wu smiled bitterly.

Now that things have come to this, all plans have gone to waste.

But he didn't understand how he lost.

Especially... He turned his head and looked at Lan Qian on the second floor: "Miss Lan is hiding really well."

Even he was deceived.

As they were talking, a large group of people rushed in at the door.

In addition to Jiang Haojing and his men, there were also some people in police uniforms. As soon as they saw that Mr. Wu had been subdued, they immediately took him over.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Mo."

Mo Chen nodded slightly.

"Where's Xinhan?"

Jiang Haojing looked for Ning Xinhan the first time, but when he didn't see her in the hall, he hurriedly asked Mo Chen and Lan Qian.

Lan Qian pointed to the second floor: "In the room."

After getting the news, Jiang Haojing immediately went to find her.

Old Wu and his men were successfully captured. This time, Jiang Haojing chose to cooperate with the police and suppressed Old Wu and his underworld forces.

In the hall of the villa, Mo Chen looked up at the girl on the second floor. As he watched the girl walk towards him step by step, a hint of tenderness finally emerged in his calm eyes.

He stretched out his hand.

"Qianqian."

A smile appeared on Lan Qian's face, and she gently placed her slender white fingers on the man's palm. She looked at the man's long, big hand holding her, and the color in her eyes became even more tender.

"I miss you so much, Mo Chen."

"Well," the man held her gently in his arms, raised his hand and rubbed her hair, his voice gentle, "I'll pick you up."

He didn't ask her why she opened fire, nor did he ask her how she dealt with the bodyguards.

If she wanted to talk, he would listen.

She doesn't want to say it, and that's okay.

After all, she was his.