Chapter 67

Leng Yiyao and he looked at the door at the same time, the person who came was a man in black. The whole body was tightly wrapped, only one pair of eyes were exposed.

Seemingly uncomfortable with the light in the house, he pressed the brim of his hat and blocked half of his eyes.

Leng Yiyao drank the last sip of coffee in the cup, pushed aside the utensil lightly, and stared at the man quietly.

"Miss Leng, come with me when you're done eating. You can't avoid it, why make it so ugly?" The man had a hoarse voice. He didn't look at the owner standing at the bar, but walked to Beside her, he directly stated his intentions.

She leaned back and leaned on the soft seat with ease, "Is the first prince so eager for me to be a guest?"

After the bar, the action of cleaning the utensils paused slightly.

Leng Yiyao and the person standing beside him simultaneously ignored the past.

"I'm just an errand, and the master's mind is not something we can speculate." He hooked his hand, and his eyes fell on her without moving. That observation power is too sharp, and it is not at the same level as the two who were blocking the road before.

After all, the royal family still has some reserves.

If everyone was like those two arrogant breeding pigs, Lu Chen's seat really wouldn't last long.

It was obvious that the person who came was already named, and it was obvious that this person was not a good person, but she didn't seem to have any sense of crisis. On the contrary, she looked at him with a smile: "What if I don't go?"

She stood up abruptly, and the two of them were almost so close that they could hear their breathing. But she heard her cold and cold voice echoing in her ears: "What can you do to me!"

It's almost a provocative tone, but after listening to it, people only feel that their hearts sink.

The man probably didn't expect that she would open the bar head-on, leaving no room for her words!

Without any further pause, he went straight to the depths of his right hand and touched it into his arms.

Vaguely, the black jacket opened slightly, and the next moment, the outline of the gun inside was revealed.

He stared coldly at Leng Yiyao, whose expression was still, and only felt that the businessman had never seen real blood. She thought she was hugging the marshal's thigh, so she dared not to give face to the eldest prince, for fear that she would not be able to see the sun tomorrow.

"You want to see people in life, and you want to see corpses in death. Since you don't want to follow me, I can only take your corpse to see you." The natural gap in height between men and women made him look down at her from top to bottom at this moment.

His fingers had touched the handle of the gun, and in the next instant, his pupils quickly enlarged, and every drop of blood on his body solidified in an instant!

At this moment, it was as if he was suddenly frozen.

He looked at the cafe owner standing in front of him incredulously, those silver eyes fell on him without any waves, as if looking at a dead dog.

And he, with a trembling of his fingertips, lowered his head slowly and slowly. The silver fork should have been placed on the table with the dessert, but at this moment it was inserted into his aorta, drawing out the gurgling blood red.

"Cough...cough..." Blood choked into his trachea, his whole body was cold, and his eyes were pitch black.

The hot, viscous, fishy smell was the blood under his skin, but at this moment, it was scrambling to get out of it, as if he could not wait to spurt immediately.

He clenched his neck tightly, but did not dare to pull out the fork.

The wound was too deep to be pulled out, and he would not be able to live tonight.

When he was dizzy, he only had time to see Leng Yiyao's slightly raised mouth corners, his eyes fell on the owner of the coffee shop, and his smile was full of deep meaning....