my best sister-in-law

"No, it won't do any good for him to kill me." Zhong Xiaofei was actually very nervous in his heart, but he was relaxed and calm on the surface: "Because even if I die, his problem will not be solved."

Yes, even if Zhong Xiaofei died, Li Xiaoran would not love Song Shaoqing, but would hate him for the rest of his life.

Of course Song Shaoqing understands this, but he has a mentality of smashing the jar, anyway, if he can't get Li Xiaoran, he might as well kill Zhong Xiaofei!

I don't have love, and neither do you.

"No..." Li Xiaoran hugged Zhong Xiaofei tightly, but still did not let go.

Zhong Xiaofei sighed: "Song Shaoqing, do you know why Xiaoran doesn't like you?"

"Why?" Song Shaoqing gritted his teeth. This was what he couldn't understand the most, the most resentful, the most jealous, and the thing he wanted to know the most.

"Because you don't understand her heart at all!" Zhong Xiaofei said indifferently, as if talking heart-to-heart: "You think you spend a lot of money and give her all the roses in the world so that she can enjoy an incomparable material life. You will like you? Hehe, you are wrong, because what she likes most is not these, what she likes most is a gentle and kind heart! Take care of her, respect her, and have a common language with her, and you, as long as You know how to be tough and rude, arrogant and arrogant, you don't know how to respect people at all, you want to buy everything with money, do you think love can be bought with money? Have you ever thought about Xiao Ran's feelings?"

"You..." Song Shaoqing held up the gun, gritted his teeth, and his body trembled.

Zhong Xiaofei's words hit him like a bullet.

"It turns out that you are still a handsome guy, but look at you now, your mind has been completely dazzled by anger, you are mentally disturbed, with a pistol in your hand, and you look like you have developed limbs and a simple mind. , will you still be handsome? Your current appearance is worse than the bad eyes on the street!" Zhong Xiaofei sneered lightly.

Bad eyes, it means little bastard, in the Yuzhou dialect.

"Turtle son..."

Song Shaoqing is well-educated and has also studied abroad, so he seldom swears in Yuzhou dialect, but Zhong Xiaofei's every sentence hits his vitals and makes him breathless. In anger, he swears in Yuzhou dialect.

Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of him, his wrist was already tightly clasped, and then his wrist was twisted backwards. The severe pain made him scream, the gun in his hand fell to the ground, and then his stomach was crushed. With a fierce kick, the whole person was kicked out two or three meters in the air, and fell heavily to the ground.

He was spoiled and pampered since he was a child, and he has never even had a mouth. This heavy blow almost made him faint.

Of course it was Chen Mo who defeated him.

Zhong Xiaofei deliberately stimulated Song Shaoqing with strong words, which completely attracted Song Shaoqing's attention, while Chen Mo quietly walked around sideways, then suddenly rushed over, twisted Song Shaoqing's wrist holding the gun, and then kicked him in the small on the stomach.

In front of an old Jianghu like Chen Mo, Song Shaoqing was too immature.

Song Shaoqing had bodyguards around him every day, but tonight was a secret event. In order to prevent the bodyguards from telling his father, he didn't bring anyone with him tonight, and he was alone, so now he fell to the ground and didn't come to help him. Him, help him.

Chen Mo picked up the gun on the ground, unloaded the magazine, put the magazine in his pocket, and threw the gun casually into the sewer.

With a clang, the gun disappeared.

In the midst of the jingling, Chen Mo had strode over to Song Shaoqing's side. Song Shaoqing was covering her stomach with both hands, struggling to get up.

Chen Mo stepped on his back, stepped him back to the ground, then pulled out a sharp folding knife from the back of his waist, and pressed it against his neck.

Chen Mo never suffers, Song Shaoqing pointed a gun at him, he must teach Song Shaoqing a lesson.

"Others don't like you, you want to kill people, so if I don't like you, can I kill you too?" Chen Mo spoke very slowly, word by word, and his voice was not high-pitched, but the coldness in his voice He is cold and murderous, but sharper than the jackknife in his hand.

Song Shaoqing's face was pale with pain, and he glanced at Li Xiaoran in the distance from the corner of his eyes, and said bravely, "Kill, if you dare, kill me!"

In front of Li Xiaoran, he must not be weak.

And he thought Chen Mo wouldn't dare.

But he was wrong.

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Mo's folding knife on his neck immediately exerted force, and the sharp blade immediately drew a bloodstain on Song Shaoqing's neck.

The pain in his neck made Song Shaoqing yell, and he suddenly woke up. He clearly felt that death was so close to him, and it was so real!He struggled and twisted desperately, trying to get up and escape death.

But Chen Mo firmly held him down.

"If you want to die, then I'll make it happen for you." Chen Mo's cold voice was emotionless, he grabbed Song Shaoqing's hair, lifted his head up, eye to eye, and said coldly: "Remember Come on, my name is Chen Mo."

These words were like a sentence of death for Song Shaoqing.

Song Shaoqing had never been afraid of anything before, but this time, he was really afraid, and he shuddered violently.

Chen Mo's eyes made him tremble, he seemed to see the god of death in black!

Song Shaoqing felt like falling into an ice cellar, trembling all over, feeling extremely cold, and also like stepping on the ground, falling off the cliff of the abyss, the whole heart shrank into a ball in fear, and the body suddenly Falling down, surrounded by endless underworld, there will never be a moment when it hits the ground...

He doesn't want to die.

All his madness is the result of his arrogance and arrogance since he was a child.

When the real god of death came, he was more afraid than anyone else.

Now, Chen Mo is the god of death.

"You..." He opened his mouth, wanting to say a strong word, but he couldn't say a word.

Because he knew that if he said one more strong word, his neck would be pierced.

Then he will leave this world.

Beautiful women, luxury cars, this colorful world, and a wonderful life will all be far away from him, and he will sink into the bottomless abyss of darkness forever...

The only way through the ages is to die.

Heroes are afraid of death, let alone a rich second generation who enjoys life?

From this moment, Song Shaoqing's strong psychological defense collapsed.

His face was pale, and he was sweating like rain. There was no madness and anger in his eyes, but fear and trembling instead.

"do not!"

Li Xiaoran exclaimed: "Don't kill him!"

Hearing Li Xiaoning's coquettish call, Song Shaoqing was stunned for a moment, and tears suddenly flowed from his eyes. It was an expression of complex emotions, mixed with fear, fear, shame and a little bit of relief.

The pocket knife in Chen Mo's hand was still on Song Shaoqing's neck, and he said coldly, "If I don't kill him, he will definitely harass you in the future."

Chen Mo is an extremely smart person, although Zhong Xiaofei has not told him the cause of the incident, but only through the conversation between Zhong Xiaofei and Song Shaoqing, he has already completely guessed the cause of the incident.

When he said that he wanted to kill Song Shaoqing, it was not entirely a threat.

Song Shaoqing set up this game tonight and almost killed Zhong Xiaofei. Regardless of the law, according to the rules of the rivers and lakes of blood for blood, it is not too much for Chen Mo to kill him.

"Then let him harass, anyway, Xiaofei and I will get engaged tomorrow." Li Xiaoran bit her red lips, her snow-white and beautiful face was still covered with tears, she said while shaking Zhong Xiaofei's arm, meaning you speak , can you still watch Chen Mo kill people?How can this be?Although Song Shaoqing is hateful, he shouldn't be killed, right?

Li Xiaoran is kind and gentle. She was terrified to death of these beatings and killings. When she was in college, she was often afraid of Zhong Xiaofei's fights. In her eyes, fighting is illegal, let alone killing people.Even if Song Shaoqing was a heinous demon, she couldn't watch him get killed.

Zhong Xiaofei kept silent. He knew that Chen Mo would not kill people easily, but would only bleed Song Shaoqing. Song Shaoqing was so rampant that he was not afraid of the sky. It was actually a good thing to bleed him and let him know how powerful he was, so he didn't stop Chen Mo. , just quietly watching, quietly thinking.

"Do you want to die or not?"

The folding knife in Chen Mo's hand was pressed tightly against Song Shaoqing's neck: "Give me an answer."

Song Shaoqing gritted her teeth and persisted, but in the end she couldn't resist the pain on her neck, lowered her stubborn head, and answered in tears: "I don't want to..."

After the armor of arrogance and arrogance was broken, his psychology is now completely defeated.

"That's good." Chen Mo said coldly: "I don't have to kill you, but there is one condition. From now on, he must stay away from Xiao Ran, the farther the better, and he is not allowed to harass her again, you can do it ?"

Song Shaoqing gritted his teeth, didn't speak, turned his eyes to Li Xiaoran, opened and closed his lips a few times, and finally said in pain: "Can..." After saying a word, his eyes were already bursting with tears.

"Very well. If you can't do it, I will definitely come and kill you."

Chen Mo put away the folding knife and stopped pressing Song Shaoqing.

Song Shaoqing was still lying on the ground crying, not for the pain in his neck, but for his own incompetence and cowardice.

He knew that he would never be able to hold his head up in front of Li Xiaoran again, no matter how much money he spent, he would not be able to build a proud and confident armor.Thinking that all her embarrassment was seen by Li Xiaoran, Song Shaoqing was so ashamed that she couldn't look up.

"How about we get up and talk?"

A person suddenly bent over and stretched out his right hand to him.

Song Shaoqing raised his head slowly, and standing in front of him was Zhong Xiaofei.

Zhong Xiaofei smiled sincerely, without any hostility on his face, bent his waist very low, and stretched his right hand forward, trying to pull him up.

Song Shaoqing wiped away tears, ignored Zhong Xiaofei's right hand, gritted his teeth and jumped up, clutching his neck, and stared at Zhong Xiaofei fiercely.

Although he was very embarrassed tonight and lost miserably, in the bottom of his heart he still thought that he was more worthy of Li Xiaoran!

So in front of Zhong Xiaofei, he didn't want to show any weakness. If it wasn't Chen Mo who was holding the jackknife against his neck just now, but his love rival Zhong Xiaofei, he would never give in so easily.

The street lights were dim, and it was already past 12 o'clock in the middle of the night.

Zhong Xiaofei and Song Shaoqing stood on the curb.

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