Magic cool husband only loves his naughty wife

"Brother Zhao..." this was originally a light pick, but I don't know why it happened to him, but it didn't feel unreasonable at all. Instead, it made her heart hot. Peng Sihui lowered her head a little shamefully.

"What I said is true. There is only stink around me. It's different around you." Looking at her shyly lowering her head, Zhao Yi couldn't help sighing in her heart. If he wanted to pry the corner of the wall, it would be as easy as a palm. Does this mean that he is more attractive than Qin ran? I couldn't help feeling proud at the thought.

"Why, brother Qin doesn't smell at all. There's a sunny smell of men in brother Zhao..." Peng Sihui said. She suddenly found that she said something she shouldn't say. She shut up and looked embarrassed. God, she's a famous girl. How can she say such shameless words to other men.

"Ha ha ~ unexpectedly..." Peng Sihui's words attracted a burst of happy laughter from Zhao Yi. He just wanted to say something, and suddenly found a strange figure flashing on the opposite glass. He immediately keenly found that there was a danger approaching. He turned his head and saw that the other party was just pulling a gun at Peng Sihui. Without more time to think, he immediately flew to Peng Sihui.

"Ah ~ help!" Peng Sihui, who was thrown to the ground by Qin ran, immediately found the danger and screamed loudly.

"Protect miss." The bodyguard waiting outside heard the cry for help inside, immediately pulled out his pistol and rushed in.

A dark shadow was hiding in the coffee shop on the second floor. His murderous sharp eyes tightly locked the two people who dodged his attack in the hall below. When they saw a group of bodyguards pouring in outside the door, they slightly hooked their lips, secretly scolded a rude word, then put away the pistol and left quickly from behind.

The bodyguards were divided into two groups. One group stayed to protect Peng Sihui and the other went to chase the killer.

"Xiao Hui, how are you? Are you hurt? " After determining that the killer had no accomplices, Zhao Yi helped the pale Peng Sihui up and asked her about her with concern.

"I'm fine." Peng Sihui frowned and shook her head.

"Is it really all right?" Seeing her frowning, Zhao Yili immediately reached out and grabbed her arm and rolled up her sleeve. Sure enough, he found that it was scratched and bleeding. Without saying a word, he took out the handkerchief and wrapped it up for her.

I didn't expect him to do so. I was distracted by the way he carefully bandaged his wound until the bodyguard came.

"I'm sorry, miss. It's our poor protection that hurt you." A bodyguard came forward and said responsibly.

"You don't have to blame yourself. I just scraped a little. It's no big deal." After recovering from his absence, Peng Sihui secretly blamed himself for his absence.

"Miss, Mr. Zhao, now a group of reporters have gathered outside." Another bodyguard came in from the outside with a worried look.

"What?" Peng Sihui turned her head to look at the glass window. Sure enough, she found that a large number of reporters had gathered outside. She was really waiting for them. At the moment, she was really not suitable to appear in front of the media. She looked at Zhao Yi nervously with a look of help: "brother Zhao, what should I do now?"

"Going out now is undoubtedly an opportunity for outside journalists to make a big fuss. Do you believe me?" Zhao Yi's beautiful and handsome face rose with a convincing smile.