Mafia King's Adorkable Bride

Lord Yeming got out of the car and didn't take anything in his hand, so he had to go in.

But he was held by Han Yichen who finally came.

"What are you doing?" Han Yichen said in a deep voice.

"Loosen." Yeming said coldly.

Behind him, Nan Lichuan and Andrew ran this way.

"Now I don't know what's going on inside. You can't just go in like this." Nan Lichuan's handsome face showed anger.

"I can't wait so much. You think they can each other." Lord Yeming said disdainfully.

"I know you're good, but don't rush in like this," Andrew said in a deep voice.

"I say it again." Yeming said coldly.

"Wait for someone to come in," Han Yichen said seriously.

"Lord Yeming."

When they heard the sound, they looked up and saw fan Ling on the second floor of the warehouse standing there.

"Fan Ling let the warmth go, otherwise I will make your life worse than death." Lord Yeming said fiercely.

Fan Ling heard Yeming Jue's words and smiled.

"Yeming Jue is you. You made me like this, and you bought our company, so I can't make you suffer. I'll make an xiaonuan suffer." fan Ling said ferociously.

"What have you done to her?" the night Ming Jue asked coldly.

Fan Ling smiled and stretched out her hand.

Lord Yeming stood below and looked up.

The old man and the third man carried an xiaonuan to the front of the crowd. They were covered with wounds, wet clothes and pale faces.

What everyone saw was clear. Looking at the people who used to be lively and lovely, they are now hurt and lifeless.

Lord Yeming looked at an xiaonuan. He felt really painful. It was the kind of pain that tore his heart and lungs, and the kind of pain that eroded into the bone marrow.

I don't know what's going on, Lord Yeming suddenly felt a fishy smell in his throat.

Immediately, a mouthful of bright red blood came out of his mouth.

"Jue." Han Yichen shouted in panic.

"All right?" Nan Lichuan asked nervously.

"You ugly woman, let her go quickly, or you won't want to go out alive today," Andrew said coldly.

"Hahaha, hahaha, really? Even if I die, I will take an xiaonuan as a cushion." fan Ling said loudly.

The boss and the third looked down and thought about who they had offended.

Fan Ling said, directly pulling Ann's warm hair and pulling it into her side.

Lord Yeming raised his waist and wiped the blood stains off the corners of his mouth with his hands.

"What do you want?" Yeming said coldly.

"I asked you to let fan go and not buy fan group." fan Ling said loudly.

"I promise you," said Lord Yeming without hesitation.

"Really, but there's one more thing." fan Ling said with a smile.

"You say." Lord Yeming can't care so much now. Saving an xiaonuan is the top priority.

"I want you to be with me," fan Ling said with a smile.

When Yeming Jue heard this, he was cold all over.

What is she and what qualifications she has to negotiate with him.

"Do you think you are qualified to negotiate terms with me?" said Lord Yeming coldly.

Fan Ling's anger easily increases when she hears Yeming's words.

"Wake her up," fan Ling said coldly.

When they heard this, they went to an xiaonuan's side, and there was an extra needle in their hand, so they stabbed it hard.

"Ah!" Ann xiaonuan slowly opens her eyes.

In a daze, an xiaonuan seems to see the person in his heart. He can't feel the pain on his body. He just wants to open his eyes and see if it's true.

"Warm." Yeming shouted loudly.

An xiaonuan opened his eyes. He wasn't dreaming. He really wasn't dreaming. He really came and really came to save himself.

She knew he wouldn't leave himself here alone.

"Uncle." an xiaonuan shouted weakly.

Night Ming Jue looked at an xiaonuan, and the pain in his heart deepened gradually.

"Fan Ling, I'll give you a minute to think about it and let her go, otherwise you'll never have a chance." Yeming said coldly.

"Really? If you just take one step forward, I'll throw her down." fan Ling said coldly.

"Oh, I really don't know how to repent." Yeming said coldly.

"Hurry up, sir. I think my sister-in-law is badly hurt," Andrew said in a deep voice.

Yeming Jue's fierce eyes looked at fan Ling.

"Master, I'm ready." I don't know when the voice of night ten suddenly appeared in Yeming Jue's Bluetooth headset.

"Shoot by yourself." Yeming said coldly.

"Yes." night ten said respectfully.

Yeming Jue seemed to have been there before. They took the opportunity to delay for a while and let Yeshi find a position conducive to shooting.

"Today I'll let an xiaonuan die with me." fan Ling said, suddenly raising her dagger.

"Bang bang!"

"Ah!" fan Ling screamed.

Fan Ling's right hand was bloody and the back of her hand was pierced.

"Bang!"

This shot directly hit fan Ling in the leg, and fan Ling fell to the ground.

Lord Yeming saw the right time and climbed as fast as he could.

Fortunately, this is an abandoned warehouse with a lot of useless things piled up outside.

Lord Yeming quickly climbed up and kicked the third man in front of him.

"Ah!"

Han Yichen saw them. Run up quickly.

The boss on one side also holds an xiaonuan in his hand and a dagger in the other hand.

"Don't come here, come here again... I'll kill her," the boss said.

"Bang!"

"Ah." night ten shot to his right hand very accurately.

Yeming Jue quickly catches an xiaonuan, who is hurt all over. An xiaonuan, who is dying, wants to open his eyes hard.

"Warm, sorry, I'm late." Yeming scolded himself.

"Uncle, don't be sad."

Subsequently, Han Yichen came up and controlled fan Ling, the third and the boss one after another.

"Watch them at night ten and don't let them die." Lord Yeming said with scarlet eyes.

"Yes." night ten said respectfully.

"Get on the bus quickly. Qiu is already waiting in the hospital." Han Yichen said in a trembling voice.

Yeming Jue quickly carried an xiaonuan into the car, turned on the heating and warmed an xiaonuan. He knew that an xiaonuan was afraid of the cold most.

Andrew was in charge of driving, and they just sat in one car.

"Cold, cold."

When Lord Yeming heard an xiaonuan's words, he quickly took off his coat and covered an xiaonuan's body.

"Hurry up," said Lord Yeming loudly.

Andrew was speechless. He had driven as fast as he could and was almost flying.

"Warm, hold on. We're going to the hospital."

"Uncle, it's so painful and cold. Will it..."

"Well."

Before the last word of an xiaonuan was said, Lord Yeming kissed his lips. He didn't want to hear that word.