How can the president be fierce

Chapter 488 In the boundless rain, he was spitting out blood, and looked at her from a distance.

Zhou Min didn't speak, just looked at her with a smile on his face.

Putting her chin on one hand, Qing Xiaomo raised her eyebrows and looked at her: "Do you want me to stand up and walk around to show you, to see if I have a gun, a dagger or something like that?"

"So? Since you know you can't hurt me, why did you go to such lengths to invite me over?"

The girl lowered her head, and fumbled in her pockets with her small hands. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could clearly feel her body sideways, which was obviously a defensive move.

She laughed suddenly, stretched out her hand, palm flattened: "This is the amulet I specially went to Qingling Mountain to ask for, to keep you safe."

Zhou Min finally became interested. This little girl's behavior was beyond her expectations, at least much more interesting than her stupid mother.

She smiled: "Do you think I might touch your things now?"

Qing Xiaomo poured himself a cup of tea slowly, took a sip quietly: "It's up to you to touch it or not, I just see that you are already middle-aged, if your only son dies, maybe you won't be able to hold on." It wouldn’t be good if you also fainted, whether this amulet is useful or not, it’s better to wear it.”

If the only son dies...

The arc of Zhou Min's lips finally froze, and his eyes turned cold when he looked at her: "You better not touch my bottom line, if I get angry, I can make your mother and daughter have to live and die for the rest of their lives."

"It's a pity, I've already touched it, what can you do with me?"

"..."

Zhou Min stared at her, suddenly felt that something was wrong, looked down at his watch, Mu Sheng had been away for more than ten minutes.

She stood up suddenly, rushed out without even bothering to get her bag and coat.

Sitting there, Qing Xiaomo's eyes were so cold that she couldn't see a trace of curvature, she just drank a cup of tea slowly, then got up, slowly played with the car keys in her hand, and left the box.

Outside the teahouse, big raindrops formed one piece. The high-minded and arrogant woman who was smiling three minutes ago was now soaked and her hair was disheveled. car.

She couldn't keep up with her strength. Although Liang Musheng was thin, he was too tall and it was too heavy for her.

The rain washed away the remaining blood on the ground.

The man was still spitting blood, his handsome face was as pale as paper, his thick eyebrows were tightened because of the pain, and he was looking at her from a distance in the boundless rain.

The scorched heart was still beating slightly, but this beating was only to support her last breath.

After finishing what she was going to do, there was no need for this breath.

She clenched the car keys in her hand and walked out of the eaves, standing in the rain. He couldn't tell whether there were tears in her eyes or just wet from the rain.

Pale lightning vines spread across the night sky, and thunder rolled, as if the heavens were punishing the heinous devil.

But after all, who is the devil.

The red Porsche drove away rapidly in front of her eyes, and she walked down step by step.

Liang Musheng was driving a black Mercedes tonight, afraid that his Lamborghini would be too conspicuous, so she opened the door and went up, holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands.

It's too remote here. After nine o'clock in the evening, there are almost no vehicles on the entire road. The Porsche in front maintains an extremely fast speed. She keeps stepping on the accelerator, and the speed pointer keeps turning.

(End of this chapter)