Husband, Please Stop Flirting

All the servants in the manor respectfully called him young master, and they would tease him in different ways. When they went to school, the students would flatter him very much because he was the heir of the Watson family. His life was very smooth before he was 15 years old.

The corresponding is Locke. How good Jarvis is and how miserable Locke is.

Jarvis took Feng ChuChu and Cheng Ziyu for a long time. Finally, he came to a church. The church is very small and can accommodate more than a dozen people at most. Inside, there is a statue of God.

Jarvis looked serious and pressed a button on the wall, and then a very bright channel appeared on the ground.

Jarvis went down, and Feng ChuChu and Cheng Ziyu hurriedly followed.

The passage is very spacious and bright, made of precious marble, but inexplicably makes people feel very depressed. Finally, they came to a place similar to the training ground. There were all kinds of weapons and vents everywhere. Suddenly, they saw Andy tied to the chair.

"Andy." the wind shouted loudly.

Andy, who was whispering with Daisy, immediately raised his head "Mom" after hearing the clear voice

Windy tears almost fell down again. Locke sat not far away, playing with a dagger and looking at Jarvis.

Marita, who was tied to the ground, looked at Cheng Ziyu not far away. Cheng Ziyu gave Marita a soothing look.

"You really know where I am, my dear brother." although Locke smiled all the time when he spoke, it inexplicably made people feel frightened, just like a poisonous snake.

"Let them go and we'll settle our affairs," Jarvis said.

Locke snorted coldly, "why should I listen to you, and they have some grudges with you. Do you think so, brother Cheng and Miss Feng?"

Cheng Ziyu pursed his lips and looked at Jarvis with a gloomy face.

Feng ChuChu looks at Locke and starts to sweat all over his back. Some pictures flash through his mind. Feng ChuChu presses his head painfully.

"Cora, are you okay?" Cheng Ziyu asked with concern.

Marita's eyes darkened when she saw it.

"Save... Save grandma" Feng ChuChu whispered.

Cheng Ziyu looked chilly. Locke not far away smiled. "I heard she lost her memory. Is this going to recover? I didn't expect me to be so powerful."

"Mom, mom, what's the matter with you, mom?" Andy shouted anxiously. Locke frowned and thought Andy was noisy. He said coldly, "little Andy, you'd better be quiet."

"Mom, I'm looking for mom. You bad man, let me go."

After hearing Andy's voice, Feng ChuChu finally regained some consciousness and said with difficulty, "Andy... Don't worry... Mom, don't... Shout again."

"Mom..."

"Be obedient!"

Andy shut up, but tears fell down bit by bit.

"It's really a deep love between mother and son," Locke said with a sneer.

"How can you let those people go?" Jarvis asked.

The dagger in Locke's hand patted gently between his mouth, as if thinking about some difficult problem. "Look at my mood."

Daisy sitting on the ground was very silent from beginning to end. Locke went up to Daisy, raised Daisy's head with a dagger, looked into Daisy's eyes and said, "you're really a good killer."

Daisy looked at Locke coldly. Locke put down his dagger and muttered a boring sentence. Jarvis found that the three hostages had a black chain around their necks, which was the necklace bomb that had appeared in the windy office.

Feng ChuChu looked at Locke with an expressionless face. A flash of determination flashed in her eyes. Anyway, she wanted to save Andy.

"You see, I have three hostages here, and you have three. Let's play a game. As long as you win, I'll release them immediately. How about it?" Locke said with a smile. "Of course, you can refuse, just don't know when the bomb around their neck will explode."

Feng ChuChu's hands tightly clenched into a fist "what game do you play?"

The knife in Locke's hand patted between his lips. "Did you bring your gun?"

Then Locke separated the three people and put them in a row side by side. He didn't know where to take out three apples, put them on the heads of the three people, and said softly, "don't move."

The three men looked at Locke warily, but they didn't dare to move. Locke was very satisfied with the reaction of the people.

"Each of you has a chance. If you can shoot the apple on their head, I'll let them go. If you can't shoot, the bomb on their neck may explode on the spot," Locke said with a smile, but the expression on his face is very innocent.

Feng ChuChu's face was gloomy, as if she were going to drop water. She would shoot and received professional training, but she was not so accurate. If there was a real one, she would kill her son herself.

"Why don't we change? You're right about Marita," Cheng Ziyu suggested.

After listening, Locke laughed loudly. "What you think is very beautiful. She must face Andy, and you must face Marita, and my dear brother must face daisy. Well, I don't have so much time to spend with you. Have you figured it out?"

The three men looked at each other, took out their guns and walked to the corresponding people. Unexpectedly, Locke shook his head and said, "the distance is too close. You step back."

With that, Locke's dagger slipped down Andy's face, and the threat was very obvious.

Feng ChuChu bit his teeth and took two steps back until Locke said it was OK.

Now the wind is about 50 meters away from Andy. The lights in the basement are suddenly turned off, leaving only the lights near the three of them. Many places in the basement are lit with red dots. The three of them realized that the basement was full of monitoring.

"I opened a live broadcast for you. I believe most people in London have seen your live broadcast now," Locke said. After that, it put a layer of psychological pressure on each other.

Because he turned off the light, Feng ChuChu couldn't see Andy's direction at all. Feng ChuChu clenched his teeth and told him not to panic.

"Come on, I'll only give you ten minutes. If you don't shoot, I'll have to give them a ride myself."

Cheng Ziyu and Jarvis slowly raise their arms. The wind is clear and red in their eyes. They don't have the courage to aim the gun at Andy.

Locke, hiding in the dark, looked at the three people playfully.

"The wind is clear. Cheng Ziyu blew up your grandmother himself. How did you forgive him?" Locke said.

Cheng Ziyu's face turned pale for a moment. He quickly looked at Feng ChuChu, who looked at Cheng Ziyu incredulously.