Devil husband is a little small

Mu Wanxi stepped back involuntarily, and when she was about to turn around and run, Yin Mujue took a step forward and held her wrist easily, "Since you're here, come and have dinner with me."

"Yin Mujue, let go!" Mu Wanxi frowned when his wrist hurt.

Hearing this, Yin Mujue tightened his fingers even more, "Mu Wanxi, if you move around again, I don't guarantee what I will do."

Mu Wanxi was startled, gave up struggling, and glared at him unwillingly and angrily, "What exactly do you want?"

"That depends on how I feel..."

Yin Mujue's voice stopped abruptly, and from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the black shadow reflected on the glass door, and in the next second, he hugged Mu Wanxi and threw himself on the ground, "Be careful!"

A sharp sound pierced through the glass door, and the glass was shattered. Everyone was frightened and ran away...

Mu Wanxi was so frightened, she was held in Yin Mujue's arms in a daze, she didn't move, she didn't know what happened.

Yin Mujue's sharp eyes sank, and he immediately understood that these people came after him!

The first shot missed, and the opponent did not give up, but followed the second shot, the third shot, the fourth shot...

Yin Mujue hugged Mu Wanxi and hid behind the reception desk. She couldn't hold on for long, and the pieces were embedded into the wooden cabinets one by one, breaking glass, bathtubs and other fragile items; the dining room was suddenly exhausted, and screams came from time to time...

When the other party was about to shoot, he found that there was no gun; someone called the police, and the nearby police had already rushed over, so he left immediately without staying longer.

After a long time, everything returned to calm.

Yin Mujue lowered his head and stared at the person in his arms, "Is he dead?"

It was only at this moment that Mu Wanxi came back to her senses, she looked at him blankly, and when her eyes fell on his arm, blood kept gushing out, staining her clothes as well as her clothes red.

Recalling the scene just now in his mind, Yin Mujue has been protecting himself in his arms. If it wasn't for him, he would probably—

"You were shot." Mu Wanxi looked at the wound that was bleeding continuously, and spoke with difficulty, her voice trembling with fear.

Yin Mujue glanced casually from the corner of his eye, stood up calmly, hugged Mu Wanxi with his uninjured arms, "Go!"

Throw her directly in the driving seat, throw the car keys to her, "drive."

"Go to the hospital, your wound..."

"You can go anywhere, except for the hospital and the police station." Yin Mujue's cold voice was strong and chilling.

"But..." Mu Wanxi's worried eyes were on his shoulder, blood was still flowing...

"Drive!" Yin Mujue stared at her with gloomy and cold eyes, deep and indifferent, without any emotion, the two short words made Mu Wanxi's heart tremble and hurt in shock.

His mind went blank, his hands were shaking while holding the car keys, his pale little face didn't have a trace of blood, as if it was her who was injured, not Yin Mujue.

"Calm down!" Yin Mujue's hand landed on her cold and temperatureless hand, and helped her start the car.

Mu Wanxi swallowed her saliva, tried her best to calm herself down, operated and drove by memory.

Yin Mujue leaned on the car seat, his fingers tightly covering his shoulders, blood flowed out continuously, through the gaps in his fingers; his sharp eyes were calm, and he glanced at Mu Wanxi.

She didn't cry.

From the side, it looks somewhat similar to Wanwan.