Dear wife: please be gentle, president

"It's okay, xiao qing ..." The man who was becoming more and more unfamiliar continued to comfort her with the gentleness that she was most familiar with.

However, her expression never recovered from her panic.

Ye yimo held her cold hands and kissed them gently.

"Why ..." Fu qing asked with sobs and fear. She couldn' t complete her words, but ye yimo knew what she meant.

"I have no choice. Ye yimo raised his head. Although his eyes were twinkling, he was firm." Before I met you, I had already embarked on this path. Furthermore, it's related to the entire ye family. I have to make a move. "

"Why not? Why, why would no one else ever ..."

Fu qing suddenly stopped talking and didn' t finish the question because she saw the look in ye yimo's eyes.

Cold and desperate and cold.

It was like an illusion that disappeared in an instant.

If she wanted to see it again, there was no trace of it.

In front of her was the same ye yimo who quietly looked at her.her eyes were dark and her eyes were filled with reflections of her, so gentle that it was beyond words.

He suddenly smiled and his smile was soft. She could only hear him speak slowly ...

"What a pity, isn't it? "

Fu qing was silent. Today, ye yimo was as abnormal as before. She finally understood what his secret was. He only knew the true side of him.

"Really, what a pity. The person fu qing met wasn' t someone else who was gentle and considerate, but ye yimo. "

Fu qing suddenly woke up and his heart tightened.

She knew she had done something wrong and said something wrong. Today's incident was indeed beyond her imagination, but it was ye yimo's style of doing things. Why would she compare him to someone else? No one else could replace her!

"No, no ... Yimo, listen to me ..." Fu qing was a little anxious.

At this moment, he was no longer in the mood to listen to her explanation and directly covered her mouth with his hands.

It's too late ...

He is a master of observation and observation, proficient in his opponent's psychology. Furthermore, she had already mentioned those keywords earlier. He was as meticulous as he was, and completely understood.

Ye yimo caressed her face with a gentle smile, and his focused gaze was simply touching.

"I understand, I understand." He knelt down in front of her and said softly," if only fu qing met someone else. Any man, as long as he was an ordinary person, as long as his background was clean and spotless, he never killed anyone, never stained with blood, and in the end, he did not want any rights or interests ... He was clean and pure, gentle and approachable, and such a man was suitable to pay off. There are thousands of such people, but you met me! "

Fu qing's entire body exploded.

Finally, she realized that she had made a big mistake.

The next thing she knew, she had completely changed her outlook on life ...

Accompanied by a dull gunshot, fu qing's shrieks came from the room together. He was terrified and almost desperate.

Uncle yan and the others, who were guarding outside, were shocked and immediately rushed in reflexively.

He rushed into the door and stopped in his tracks. When he saw the scene in the bedroom, even uncle yin yan, who had been by ye yimo's side since childhood, couldn' t help but be scared out of his wits.

Night with mo left shoulder, gorgeous red blooming, slowly soaking his shirt. The scarlet liquid dripped down, one drop after another, and the thick and sticky smell of blood engulfed the entire space.

And he didn't know how much pain it was.

He released all his splendor, his smile as light as mist hung on his lips. His eyes were dark and unfathomable. His entire body exuded a depraved aura, with the beauty of self-destruction.

Fu qing cried so hard that she could hardly see his face. She cried and shook her head, begging him not to be like this, begging him to let go of her hand.

Earlier on, he forced her to fire the gun. She used all her strength to deflect the focus of the muzzle. Then, she watched as the bullet shot out of the gun and forced it into his left shoulder. However, he did not notice it and his expression did not change at all.

She cried and apologized, crying to tell him that she didn' t mean it earlier. She was scared by him to say anything. In the future, she wouldn' t say anything like that and would not hurt him by someone else who didn' t know who it was.

He turned a deaf ear and smiled without warmth. It seemed that even if the world collapsed in front of him in the next second, he would not blink.

Ah, xiao qing, you do not know, you do not mean to say words, is the most hurtful.

Ye yimo was still kneeling on one knee in front of fu qing.

He looked at her fixedly, smiled slightly, and indulged his expression.

"Missed ..." He asked faintly," are you reluctant or afraid? "

Before she could answer, he gave her a choice:" if you dare not, I will give you another chance. "

Uncle yan was scared out of his wits.

"Young master ye! "

In the case of a handgun hitting the limbs directly, the probability of death was 20 %. And ye yimo, who was standing in front of her, was still unwilling to let her go even after losing so much blood. He was clearly playing with his life.

Uncle yan immediately ordered his subordinates behind him.

"Call the ye family's private hospital! I'll take master ye to the hospital right away! "

"Yes! "

Just as she finished her explanation, a cold and angry voice came from the bedroom.

"Who allowed you to come in? Get out! "

In an instant, the entire space was silent for a second.

For ye yimo, they were already used to obeying him. Every word, every sentence, and every action of his had long been a command they were used to obeying. It was as if it had already been a kind of intuition, a kind of instinct, not to resist him, but to stay by his side and follow his footsteps.

Night to ink.

For so many years, in a world of bloody violence, this man has brought a kind of unreasonable logic, a logic that anyone who pursues safety will follow. When they look at your life from this logic, they have to find that ye yimo is right, and only he is right.

They were under his control, even if they didn't think so at first.

For the night to ink, nostalgia and look up has long disappeared, the rest only obeys. So that means he's moving in deeper.

It took twelve thousand and ten thousand courage to resist ye yimo.

Uncle yan gritted his teeth and walked forward quickly.

Ye yimo was furious." Uncle yan! "

"I'm sorry, young master ye. "

Uncle yan ignored his order and walked towards him.

Uncle yan picked up ye yimo and saw ye yimo's shirt soaked in blood on his left shoulder. Uncle yan was so anxious that he couldn' t help but shout at fu qing," what did you say to him?! "

"I ..." Fu qing didn' t know what was going on. Even the tears that had been gushing out were frozen on his face.

"Do you know he can't be hurt? Uncle yan shouted at her anxiously. How many people outside wanted him dead? He had never been in trouble before. What exactly did you say to him that hurt him like this? "