Chapter 1290

"Stop them!"

On the first floor, the cleaners, salesmen and security guards took out their guns to stop Su Xun.

These are all in the guise of killers.

"Kang Kang..."

Su Xun hugged Yang qian'er and went out, shooting and killing people with no expression on his face.

Don't even have to hide. All the killers in his sight have no chance to shoot.

Out of his sight is Xu Zhengyang.

Yang qian'er leans against Su Xun and listens to the gunfire all around, but she feels extremely stable.

Compared with her rich but no time to accompany her boyfriend, Su Xun can give her a better sense of security.

She doubted that song Shichang was not good at that, or that he had already had someone else outside.

Otherwise, even if it is busy, but it is impossible to talk about a girlfriend, but bent on business, even coax her to bed time is not it.

What's he talking about his girlfriend for? What's the look? Or is it a Pareto love?

This time she wanted song Shichang to come back to accompany her, but she didn't expect that song Shichang couldn't put down his business and refused.

This attitude broke her heart.

Subconsciously, she held Su Xun tighter.

"Kang!"

Su Xun killed a security guard at the door and rushed out of the mall with Yang qian'er.

"Sir, get in the car!"

Feibo and Yang qianer's nephew had already run out and drove to Su Xun.

"Go up." Susian opened the door and let Yang qianer sit in. Then he got on the car.

"Kang Kang..."

Xu Zhengyang fought and retreated to the car, sat next to Su Xun, and then the car left.

"No, how about a Qiang?"

After Feibo calmed down, it suddenly occurred to him that his younger brother a Qiang didn't seem to get on the bus.

"He was a spy and wanted to shoot Miss Yang. I killed him." Su Xun said without expression.

Feibo stared incredulously: "what! This How could it be? How could he... "

"Feibo, not everyone can stand the test of money." Su Xun's tone was not salty.

He can't stand it, so he chooses to be the richest one. Isn't that good?

Feibo pursed his lips, and finally he sighed with complicated eyes, saying nothing more.

Su Xun turned to look at Yang qian'er: "Miss Yang, I won't think about it any more."

"No more." Yang qian'er shook her head with a pretty white face and put her hand around Su Xun's arm.

But it was empty inside, so the baby's granary was only separated by a thin layer of cloth to contact susian.

Su Xun took out his hand. Yang qian'er suddenly felt it. Her pretty face turned red and she quickly let go.

An hour later, Yang qianer was at home.

Yang qian'er was sitting on the chair with her long white legs up. Su Xun held her feet and rubbed them.

Although susian was holding a beautiful woman in the department store just now, he was very handsome when he fired in circles.

But Yang qian'er suffered a lot and twisted her foot.

So, there is a price to pay for being handsome.

Fortunately, it's someone else's price.

"Ah! It's painful. Take it easy

"Don't move. It'll hurt. Bear it."

"I don't want it anymore, it's really painful, ah ~"

Feibo and Yang qianer's nephew looked at the scene from a distance, and each felt something.

"I close my eyes, just listen to the sound, and there's a picture in my mind." Feibo said obscenely.

Yang qianer's nephew nodded.

Fat Bolton's eyes widened when he said, "no, you're so young that you can sneak into a love movie!"

"Nonsense, if I'm old enough, do I still need to peek?" Yang qian'er's nephew is upright.

Feibo

He was speechless. It sounds reasonable.

"It really doesn't hurt. How did you do it?"

Yang qian'er moved her little feet and looked at Su Xun with an incredible face, with a faint worship.

She felt as if Su Xun knew everything.

These days, it's Su Xun who is cooking. He can kill people and set his bones. He's in the hall and in the kitchen. He doesn't know which woman is cheap.

Su Xun got up and said without looking back: "Miss Yang, if I were you, I should go to change my clothes now, unless you like the cool feeling very much."

"Ah, ah

Yang qian'er's face flushed with shame. Just now, Su Xun helped her to rub her feet. Her leg was up. Isn't he

He didn't see it. He's a gentleman. How can he peek? Yes, he won't.

Yang qianer comforts herself in her heart.

Su Xun said, in that case, does he need to peek? It's perfectly fair to see."Hello, handsome man, I bought you a dress today. How about you try it on?"

More than ten minutes later, Yang qianer changed her clothes and came down the stairs with a shopping bag.

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry about that." Feibo rubbed his hands, and the smile on his face was almost hidden.

Yang qianer throws Su Xun and Xu Zhengyang a suit.

Xu Zhengyang is black, Su Xun is silver.

The smile on Feibo's face became stiff.

He felt like a clown.

Yang qian'er apologetically said: "Feibo, you are too big and need to be made to order, so..."

"It doesn't matter. I'm very moved that Miss Yang has this heart." Feibo's face softened.

Damn, why should I grow so fat!

……………

Ten in the evening.

A body placement center.

A young man in a black windbreaker walked in slowly: "where is Wang Jianguo's body?"

"Over there." The staff pointed it out.

Wang Jianjun walked past without expression, directly picked up the body and went out.

"Hello! What are you doing? You can't take the body! "

The staff quickly stepped forward to stop, and the security guards who heard the sound rushed in one after another.

Wang Jianjun sneered. A spear appeared in his hand and walked forward step by step.

"Stop him!"

A security guard rushed up.

"Puyi -"

the cold army pierced his throat, and blood poured out of the bleeding trough.

"Bang!"

Kick a security guard with one foot, pull out the military stab, and stab a person behind him with his backhand.

After killing several security guards, Wang Jianjun left the resettlement center.

In a field, he burned Wang Jianguo's body and set a incense table for him.

"Your brother died in his hands. His name is Su Xun. He is the director of Wanchai police station. He is very good at fighting."

Next to him, a middle-aged man in a suit took out a handsome photo of Su Xun and handed it to Wang Jianjun.

Wang Jianjun took it, looked at it and threw it into the fire: "the dying man."

"We're sorry your brother died..."

"No nonsense! Get the money ready. I'll make this list for my brother. Sushen and the woman won't live to the court in three days. "

Wang Jianjun coldly interrupted him, and then squeezed his neck: "don't play with me, or I will kill your boss together."

Voice down, released the middle-aged man, a throw windbreaker, turned away, disappeared in the dark.