Beloved of Bossy President

Listening to the name can be stuffy hum, Beiming night in the heart can't stop a burst of tight, even if there is no expression on the face, the pity of the fundus also can't help flowing out.

The killer's eyes crossed him and fell on the more than ten men who followed him. He said in a deep voice, "let them all back down, or I will make your woman's life worse than death!"

The muzzle of the gun pressed on Mingke's wound again, and the wound suddenly gushed out a lot of blood.

Mingke was so painful that it was difficult to breathe. Except for the place stained with blood, the rest of his face was white without any human color.

She groaned, unable to bear the pain.

Even though he had tried his best to make himself calm, he could not help but change his face when he heard her moan as thin as a mosquito flying by

With an order, dozens of people who followed behind didn't even have any hesitation, and directly retreated from the top of the cliff.

Until there were only three people left at the top of the cliff, Beiming night's eyes were still fixed on Mingke's forehead. He said in a deep voice, "what on earth do you want to let her go? Talk!"

When he yelled at him, the killer was still a little timid. His hand trembled and his long finger clenched the pistol loosened a little.

This man is really terrible. He has been wandering in the Jianghu for so many years. He has carried out countless tasks and killed countless people. However, in front of this man, he just looks at him and hears his roar, and his heart is in a mess.

"Don't come here!" The assassin murmured. In fact, the northern night did not pass. He was just flustered. He was afraid that he would come: "prepare a speedboat for me. In ten minutes, hurry up!"

Beiming night will hand to pants pocket, killer immediately yelled: "don't move!"

Beiming night's eyes were still locked on the pistol that pressed Mingke's forehead and her face. Knowing what the killer was worried about, he took back his hand and raised his hands, and then slowly approached the thin lip with his left wrist.

Opening the communicator with his chin, he said in a deep voice, "prepare a speedboat and put it on the beach below for five minutes."

Under the order, he still raised his hands and glanced at the killer: "now go down, you can save a little time."

He didn't make any movement, even raised his hands, so active The killer squinted. Now he can save some time. However, the legendary northern night, which is the same as the devil, is so obedient and even takes the initiative. He is always a little uneasy, for fear that he is planning something.

"Going or not?" The voice of the northern night is loud again. The little guy's eyes in the sight have no luster. If she bleeds here, she will be shocked because of excessive blood loss.

If she doesn't leave, he doesn't know how long she can last.

But the more he cooperated, the more flustered the killer was. He didn't know whether the woman in his hand was really so important, or whether it was the other party's intrigue.

He didn't forget their actions tonight, all of which were controlled by the northern night. How could he be easily threatened by himself for such a fierce man and such a terrible role?

What's more, what kind of woman does a rich man like him want? Just a woman, is it really so important?

"Are you going or not?" The killer hesitated, so angry that Beiming night almost wanted to rush to tear him up. A burst of drink, scared the killer almost legs are soft, even about to faint in the past name can also be roared by him opened his eyes, conscious.

In the sight, the man had a gloomy face. Although his face didn't change much, she saw anxiety and panic from his eyes.

He is anxious Is it for her? Does this man care a little about her in his heart? Does he care about her body, or she?

Her forehead was still aching, and her body was about to be completely drained. She just felt cold. I don't know if it was because of too much blood loss. Under the wind of the cliff, her body was very cold.

The killer was a little out of control because of the pressure given by the man in front of him. His spirit was tense. After he yelled, he almost pulled the trigger of the pistol.

Beiming night pays close attention to his long finger. When he sees that his bloody long finger is shaking, his heart is tightening for no reason, and it's hard to breathe.

If this trembling long finger is accidentally pulled down, the bullet in the barrel will mercilessly pierce the girl's head.

"What else do you want?" He didn't find that his voice was too low, because he was afraid that if he spoke a little louder, he would really scare the man to pull the trigger crazily: "the speedboat will arrive soon, and the people at the bottom have been dispersed by me. You go down now, no one will stop you. Hurry up."

Even the word "Kuai" is soft.

Mingke doesn't dare to believe his eyes. Beiming night in front of him is patient and "coaxes" the killer around him. He I'm really trying to coax him.Even though he was still so powerful when he was cajoling people, was the president of Beiming really cajoling people?

No one noticed her shock. Beiming night was still looking at the killer whose hands and feet were shaking. He saw that his fingertips were still shaking on the trigger, and the big beads of sweat were sliding from his forehead and face. He was holding his breath, and his voice was a little softer: "that's the sound of the speedboat. My people have sent the speedboat over. You can go down now, and you can leave, I promise! ”

if we don't go on, the girl's blood will really run out, especially the damned bastard, whose hands are still shaking.

He's so gentle. He's afraid of hair?

How can you be a killer with such poor quality?

He really didn't see such an uneasy killer. He would rather he was stronger than he is now. He would kill people by mistake at any time!

Below, the sound of the speedboat was getting closer and closer. In less than five minutes, a speedboat really stopped quietly on the beach.

Beiming night immediately turned on the communicator and said, "leave, everyone evacuate."

The order fell and looked down. Sure enough, I saw the tall man coming from the speedboat and leaving through the beach. Before long, the man had gone away completely, and even his shadow became blurred.

Beiming night's sight fell on the killer's trembling long finger again, pressing down a belly of anger, voice light again light, soft again soft: "now, can you rest assured?"

But although his voice was soft, there was cold air under his eyes. It was not the cold air he deliberately created. It was just because he was worried that if he was not careful, the natural cold air was constantly overflowing.

The assassin glanced at him, just to his line of sight, a shaking hand, trigger a careless passive.