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When Tang xianrui looked back, he found Huanjing standing by the door.

There was a chill in his eyes.

Tang xianrui shivers.

She was really scared.

Who can withstand such repeated shots? If it's a person with average psychological quality, I'm afraid he's already scared.

Her figure was covered by Yan xiechen behind her.

Yan Xie Chen wraps Tang fenrui's coat behind her, which seems to be the same as her close hug.

Fortunately, from the perspective of Huanjing, there is no way to see Tang qiurui's expression, but only Yan xiechen's broad back. The tattoo, which has been winding up from the back, is like a poppy in the dark. It is fixed at the back of the neck, with several threads of cold.

The white smoke on the muzzle of the gun was as sharp and thorough as a basin of hot water pouring on the ice. For a short time, it made her as clear as before.

"Come out."

Huan Jing bites his teeth and opens his mouth again.

He spoke almost word for word, as if there was a huge backlog of anger.

Only a suitable dike is needed, all this anger will turn into a huge wave.

Tang fenrui shivers and wants to break away from Yan xiechen's arms, but Yan xiechen holds his arm.

In the dark, the two men are so silent confrontation, as if no one is willing to take the initiative to step back first.

"Huan Shao, the woman gives you, can you protect it?"

Yan xiechen asked in a low voice, with irony in his tone.

Huan Jing stood opposite him, his voice as if from the ice cellar of ten thousand years.

"My woman, you don't need to ask."

The smell of smoke in the dark suddenly strong, almost at that moment forced Tang to find no place to hide.

She tries to break away from Yan Xie Chen and wants to move a few steps to Huan Jing's side. Suddenly, she listens to Yan Xie Chen again.

"If I said, your woman, I also like it?"

At the end of the day, it was as if the two armies on the grassland had set up battle flags against each other. After the flags had been flying in the wind for half a day, the first beating drum of the battle broke out.

Dong Dong.

Dong Dong.

Dong Dong.

All of a sudden, she thought of the beating of drums during the ancient war in the TV series, which indicated death, a rush to battle and the beginning of all the bloodshed.

It's majestic, with thousands of troops.

At this moment, the drumming, the drumming, penetrated the fusion of different scenes, became her strong heartbeat in the dark.

The heartbeat was so strong that it almost jumped out of her chest.

She covered her chest with strength, only to find that the atmosphere around her was more and more strange, quieter and breathless.

Until, the sound of pulling the trigger, silent in the dark.

There was a cold sweat behind her!

It's the sound of pulling the trigger!

Just behind her, when she looked back, she found that

Behind Yan xiechen's head.

At the same time, the bodyguards in black, who had been lurking in the dark for a long time, were well-trained at the same time and showed their weapons in a neat and uniform way.

Clattering, a piece of clattering.

In two or three seconds, a dozen guns were aimed at Yan xiechen.

The moonlight outside the window blows a corner of the curtain. The silver light penetrates through the gap in that corner, making the room suddenly bright.

At the moment when the light and dark transiently intersected, the scene in the room was suddenly seen clearly -

Huan Jing was just behind Yan xiechen, a few steps away, his arm was 90 degrees, and the muzzle of the gun had reached Yan xiechen's back head without any emotion.

If the gun is loaded, it will be wiped at any time.

I'm afraid Yan xiechen can feel the chill of that metal better than Tang qiurui.

And a group of armed bodyguards at the door also pay attention to the actions of their masters at any time. When Huan Jing shot, they also shot at Yan xiechen quickly.

Just for such a short second, the tension of the sword in the room has been pushed to the maximum extent, as if a bow has been pulled to its strongest arc, and then another inch down, the bow will be broken.

In the immediate future, it is inevitable to bleed.

"You don't let people go?"

His cold voice sounded in the room.

The voice had made the biggest cover up, not showing the cold and bloodthirsty side of the tone.

But even if the cruel parts have been concealed and fall in Tang's ear, they still can't help but make people raise their chill from the bottom of their feet.

Yan Xie Chen did not speak.

After a long time, I still didn't speak.

Tang xianrui is a little worried.

She was afraid that Yan xiechen would be stubborn with Huan Jing to the end, and both sides would suffer losses in the end.

She didn't want to see any bloodshed.

Tang fenrui takes a deep breath and breaks free from Yan xiechen's arms. In the dark, she heard herself trembling, almost unsteady.

"I I want to go back. "

When she finished, Yan xiechen raised his head fiercely, and his eyes fell on Tang qiurui's body. He narrowed his eyes and looked at her with a complex expression.

Huan Jing's eyes fell on Tang qiurui.

He saw her for the first time since he entered the room.

The girl's seaweed like hair falls loose and falls on her shoulders. She was wearing a white home shirt, the length of which was just enough to cover her hips. Her long legs were not covered at all. It seemed that there was a layer of gooseflesh in the air.

The girl shrunk her body. Maybe she was afraid to a certain extent. She wanted to find a place to protect herself.

Huan Jing frowned a little, and suddenly opened his mouth.

"Close the window."

He said this to a bodyguard around him.

The bodyguard's eyes were surprised. He turned around and found that there was a gap in the window all the time. The gap just blew on the edge of the bed.

He scratched the back of his head, two Zhang couldn't touch his head: since entering this room, the young master's mood has always been in the position of collapsing at any time. How come at this more tense moment, he noticed a crack in the window instead?

What's the difference between this pass and no pass?

Anyway, he didn't understand, but he was still honest. According to Huan Jing's instructions, he went to close the window.

After the window is closed, Huan Jing's eyes again fall on Tang fenrui's body.

There are all kinds of scratches on the girl's neck and legs. A bruise is almost a block. Even if you look at it, you can't help but breathe a breath of cool air. What's more, you have to experience the pain yourself.

The closer he looked, the deeper he looked.

There is almost no good skin on Tang fenrui's body. The red marks and bruises are just a sharp contrast with her white skin.

No matter who it is, it will hurt.

What's more, Huanjing.

When he received the news, he left behind a group of stunned subordinates on the conference table and hurried in.

He first knew that something had happened to her, then that he had been rescued. Nearby monitors were called out and eventually locked in an old acquaintance. Yan Xie Chen.

He knew that it was the trace left by her injury. Just now, the air field was still full of cold breath, and suddenly, a circle of tenderness of pity came out.

He frowned, slightly moved the muzzle of his gun, and shot in a direction to his left: "after me."

Tang fenrui is obedient, "Oh" a, obediently hid behind Huan Jing.

She knew that at this time, the man must be angry, so in order to let Huan Jing calm down, she decided to actively please him, for example

He grabs the corner behind Huanjing.

Sure enough, the man's action was a tiny meal. I didn't expect Tang Tianrui to have such a gentle moment like a kitten.

The muzzle of his gun slowly moved down. Although his anger was directed at the man in front of him, his attention was obviously distracted by the people behind him.

"Huan Shao," Tang qiurui whispered, "we can Go back first? "

People have arrived, but the account is obviously not finished.

Huan Jing still wants to stay, so he can work out the account with Yan xiechen.

It's just the frequency of the girl behind him pulling his corner. It's slight and trembling, like fear, like being scared, and the tone is full of pleading.

He should have been angry, but somehow he was soft hearted.

After a few seconds of pause, Huan Jing finally makes a sound.

"Go back."

His words are for the bodyguards. In a few seconds, the bodyguards quickly collected the guns in their hands and formed a neat formation.

"Yan Xie Chen," his muzzle is still close to the back of the other side's head, "this account, we will settle in the future."

When the words fell, he suddenly stopped.

Yan xiechen did not turn around, but turned his back to Tang fenrui.

He said, "if you regret now, say it, I can keep you."

His words, said to Tang fenrui.

So arrogant, so arrogant, so ignorant of heaven and earth.

In a word, quickly filled with a wave of hatred, Huanjing pupil suddenly tight, a fist almost to go up!

"Don't......"

Tang xianrui pulls him low, and his eyes are begging.

"I want to leave this place of right and wrong......"

He sighed at the tearful eyes of Shangtang.

The next second, he held her back with one hand and held her tightly in his arms.

Turn around, put aside the darkness behind her, take her out of the car.

Until they left, Yan xiechen did not catch up.

Tang Mirui was crammed into the car and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She looked to the third floor. The light there is still dark. In the dark, it is impossible to even guess whether Yan Xie Chen watched their car leave.

Huan Jing sat beside her and asked the driver to drive. When his eyes touched her, he asked.

"He changed your clothes?"

Tang xianrui is stunned.

The sound sounds casual, but there are dark waves in it.

"Yes The maid of his family changed it for me and gave me some medicine by the way. "

She lied out of her heart.

Huan Jing nodded, no more investigation, the car has slowly started, leaving a night.

Suddenly, she heard Huan Jing speak again.

"Where did he touch you?"

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Huan Jing supports himself by the window with one hand. He doesn't look at Tang fenrui, but what he says is to Tang fenrui.

It's like a heavy bomb, pressing the countdown, waiting for the right time to blow her up.