Wife Is Too Domineering: Secret Agent's Mad Wife

Chapter 122 Midnight bedroom, men and women fight! (1)

Mo Chou rolled her eyes at him while dragging off her worn coat, she grabbed the gun on the bed and aimed it at Murong Lin.

"If you are afraid, you can go now, there is still time!"

"It is my honor to die at the hands of my wife!"

Pouting his lips and whistling, Murong Lin opened his arms exaggeratedly and pointed to his chest.

"Come on, darling, shoot your bullets of love into my heart!"

"boring!"

Putting the gun into his arms, Mo Chou walked over and opened the door.

Liu's mother, who was about to knock on the door, couldn't help being surprised when she saw her suddenly open the door.

"Why did you get out of bed?!"

"I'm fine!"

Mo Chou leaned against the wall with a sideways glance, looking down at Murong Lin who was holding a gun.

"You help him prepare a guest room!"

This time, Murong Lin did not insist.

Mama Liu agreed, picked up the bowls and sundries on the table, and led Murong Lin out.

After closing the door and turning off all the lights in the room, Mochou walked to the window, gently opened the curtains and took a look outside.

Upward is an empty night, quiet as usual.

However, Mo Chou smelled a dangerous smell, and her right eyelid suddenly twitched.

In my heart, an ominous premonition suddenly rose.

Tonight is destined to be a restless night.

Without much delay, Mo Chou quickly lay back on the bed.

Both the gun and the knife were within reach, she was slightly dozed, she didn't sleep, she just closed her eyes and rested her mind.

The senses of the whole body are brought to the extreme, like a leopard fully on guard.

At this time, in the hall on the first floor, Shen Hao was carefully arranging the security work.

"Listen up, everyone, no matter what, we must protect the safety of the young lady. If anything happens to anyone, I will take care of my family!"

"understand!"

All the brothers agreed at the same time.

In the guest room on the third floor, the lights in Murong Lin's room were also turned off.

A certain fiancé who was supposed to be sleeping on the bed was lying in a dark corner of the balcony, listening carefully to the movement in Mo Chou's room next door.

The whole Mo's Manor was guarded layer by layer, like a spread net, just waiting for the fish to come.

In the dense forest on the northwest side of the manor, on the face painted with dark oil paint, the sexy thin lips are evoking a contemptuous sneer.

(End of this chapter)