Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

That kind of warmth is exclusive between her and ye Liancheng, which has never been shown at all.

Ye Qingcheng was silent for a moment. Rao was impatient and had to be patient. Is this dinner coming to an end?

Just bear it again

Ye Qingcheng inhaled deeply to comfort himself.

Before he touched the crab, ye Liancheng felt his hand and pressed her hand slightly.

"Qingcheng, you should eat the one I peeled first," said Ye Liancheng. He put the porcelain bowl in front of him in front of Ye Qingcheng, then turned his eyes and looked at Dongfang Shijin. "Sir, I hope you don't embarrass Qingcheng because of these small things."

This sentence, ye Liancheng said coldly without any disguise.

It should be said that seeing his sister treated like this, whether he supports it or not, is enough to make him sad.

"Is it a suggestion or a threat?" Dongfang Shijin opened his mouth coolly, his eyes swept over the covered little hand, and the darkness in his eyes was immediately deep.

Black eyes already have a slightly rolling killing intention.

"Build -"

"Ka -"

At this time, when no one reacted, the sound of the gun loading suddenly sounded.

A dark black pistol hit Ye Liancheng's temple.

Ye Liancheng is a policeman. Listening to this voice, he naturally knows that this is a real gun!

Ye Qingcheng was instantly stunned. He looked at the horse standing next to Ye Liancheng, with real guns and live ammunition, waiting for the order of Dongfang Shijin.

That finger is less than a centimeter from the trigger.

Ye Qingcheng's pupils suddenly narrowed. Almost immediately, ye Qingcheng got up. There was a tremor in her voice that she couldn't even notice, "stop!"

Dongfang Shijin sits there leisurely, as long as he gives an order

"Mr. Ye, are you qualified to give me advice?" he smiled, his smile was evil, cold and bold.

He picked up his tall glass and took a sip of it. The luster of the red wine rippled.

Ye Qingcheng's chest jumped violently, but he was still so leisurely. Isn't everything important in his eyes?

Ye Qingcheng is very worried that in case a gun goes off! That's her only family!

Ye Qingcheng suddenly grabbed the wine cup in his hand and really wanted to pour the wine on his face.

But ye Qingcheng held back.

The wine glass was thrown on the table. It was unstable. The wine glass shook twice and suddenly fell down, "pa..."

It's broken.

In an instant, there was a faint and strong aroma of red wine in the air.

There was still a faint smile on the lips of Dongfang Shijin, but it looked very cold. He stretched out his hand and pulled out a pistol from the bodyguard nearby.

It's a small silver pistol.

Ye Qingcheng took a deep breath. The smile on the corner of his lips seemed to make people hair.

What are you doing with a pistol? Her?

Ye Qingcheng's heart is a little cold. What is she? He also has enough reason to shoot her

When ye Qingcheng's meaning was unknown, he played with the silver small pistol, loaded it carelessly, and then pointed at Ye Liancheng's temple

Slowly move down and face Ye Liancheng's hand

Qin Zhao's face has already turned white, but she still has to pretend to be calm. Over the years, she can't see the killing intention of Dongfang Shijin

"Mr. Ye," Dongfang Shijin sat there, like an emperor, noble and rebellious, overlooking all sentient beings with a smile on his lips, "you have no qualification to give me advice."