A Sweet Marriage Is Worth Billions: Mysterious Young Master Moh’s Cute and Sweet Wife

  Chen Chengjing fell to the ground with a gun in her hand, her body stiff, watching Shen Ziqian driving.

   "Haha, you brought it up." Shen Ziqian laughed wildly. After she went for a few drinks, she was already half drunk.

   was about to go home, but she didn't expect Shen Chengjing to bring it to her door.

  She has observed the surroundings. There is no surveillance here. As long as Shen Chengjing is dead, the world will be quiet. No one will fight against her, and no one will fight against her.

   "Shen Ziqian." Shen Cheng quietly closed her eyes and screamed bitterly.

Shen Zhicai took away all the property left by her father, and Shen Ziqian took everything that belonged to her. She endured all the insults and lived in that so-called "sink house" for many years. She never thought of revenge, but these people Did not make her feel better.

  Shen Ziqian robbed her boyfriend and wanted to kill her. Shen Zhicai transferred all her fixed assets. Now, Shen Ziqian wants to kill her. Why should she kill her? Is she so damned?

   "Bang." Only a loud noise was heard, and Shen Ziqian's Mercedes-Benz was knocked and deflected and slammed into the telephone pole.

  In the car, Shen Ziqian let out a scream. The moment on the mirror of the car, she was bounced back. Her forehead hit the steering wheel, and the glass shards smashed her arm. The pain made her sober.

  She sat up strenuously, crawled out of the car enduring the pain, and was walking a few steps, only to see the Mercedes-Benz "boom", exploded, and the flames skyrocketed.

Shen Ziqian was blown to the side. When she fell, she clearly saw that it was a Land Rover pulling the wind. A man walked down from the car. He walked towards Shen Chengjing, his figure seemed familiar. Where have you seen it, where have you seen it? She thought about it, and fell into a coma.

"Orange, orange." Mo Yanchen got out of the car and came to her in a panic. She saw Shen Chengjing sitting on the ground in fright, her hands tightly hugging her knees, her body trembling constantly, her whole body helpless. It's quiet again.

   "No, no." Shen Chengjing pushed him abruptly.

   "Orange, it's me, Mo Yanchen." Mo Yanchen stretched out his hand to hug her tightly, pressed his chin lightly on top of her head, and whispered, "It's me, I'm sorry, I'm late."

  His magnetic voice came into her ears, she slowly raised her head, and his familiar face was printed on her eyelids. She trembling with her hands, gently holding his face.

   "Uncle, uncle." She was so scared that she hid in his arms, listening to his strong heartbeat, her body still couldn't help shaking: "Uncle, I killed someone, I killed someone."

  She looked at her hands, as if she could see blood stained on them.

   "It's okay, it's okay, everything has me." He looked at her distressedly, and then at Shen Ziqian, who was unconscious on the other side.

  If it weren't for him to come sooner, maybe something happened to her. Thinking of this, he held her tighter.

  Wu Hao and Mo Wen have arrived, most of the people in the crew have been eliminated, only one wounded and escaped.

   "Uncle, I killed someone, I am a bad person, a bad person." She suddenly pushed him away, stood up and wanted to escape.

  Mo Yanchen's eyes darkened, hugged her tightly from behind, and hugged her up: "Shen Orange Jing, listen carefully, no one is dead! Also, you are in self-defense and you are not against the law."

Although    just arrived, Wu Hao’s intelligence network quickly learned what happened, so naturally, she didn’t miss the moment when she shot.

   "No, I killed him." As long as she was quiet, she thought of that scene.

   "Believe me, he is not dead." Mo Yanchen pressed her shoulders, emphasized strongly, and walked toward the crew with her in his hand.

When    came to the position where she shot, Wu Hao and Mo Wen were already waiting here.