Magic cool husband only loves his naughty wife

He thought it was a waste of saliva to say one more word to her. Zhao Yi snorted coldly in disdain, and then turned around and left.

"Zhao Yi, stop, or I'll shoot." As soon as Zhao Yicai took two steps, her anxious cry rang out in his ear. He was stunned for a moment, and then slowly turned around. She didn't know when she had a pistol in her hand, and the muzzle was still facing him.

"Do you want to kill me?" Looking at the pistol in her hand, Zhao Yi's face was not nervous at all, but raised her eyebrows and felt very funny.

"I don't want to kill you. Don't force me." Seeing that his expression was still so calm, Peng Sihui was so nervous that his palms were sweating.

"I forced you? It's said that you are the one who points a gun at me now. How can I force you? If you really think I owe you, shoot, and I'll take a bullet from you and be even. " Zhao Yi walked easily in front of her until the black muzzle of the gun hit his heart.

"You..." looking at the place where the muzzle was aimed, Peng Sihui's hand holding the pistol couldn't help shaking. She just wanted to draw the gun to scare him. She didn't really want to shoot him, but what should I do now?

"Shoot, you'd better shoot into my heart, then you won't have a chance to see me again, and you won't be sad again." A low voice like temptation and hypnosis rushed into her ears, but made her hands tremble even more.

"No... don't force me... I don't want to kill you..." Peng Sihui struggled for a while, shouted, and suddenly threw her pistol aside, with tears on her face.

"Useless things, I know you can't do it." Just then, with a cold voice with anger, a silencing bullet had broken through the window.

Aware of the danger, Zhao Yi immediately rushed forward, hugged the sad Peng Sihui and rolled aside.

Seeing that the shooters outside didn't hit the people inside, they immediately opened the door, rushed in, raised their guns and fired at them.

"Shit, I knew there would be trouble. You hide here and don't come out." Zhao Yi pushed Peng Sihui into the corner of the stairs, picked up the fruit knife on the table and shot it into the hands of the person who was shooting.

The man was wearing a black leather chair and a mask on his face. His skill seemed to be good. He dodged his fruit knife.

"His uncle wants to kill your grandpa Zhao. You're still early. You're ugly and shameless. Look at the move. The bomb is coming." Zhao Yi shouted proudly, and suddenly threw something with Mars in his hand. He was so fast that others couldn't see what he was throwing.

The masked man quickly took back his gun and tumbled out of the door. At the same time, Zhao Yiren had rushed like lightning to the gun just thrown away by Peng Sihui. When he picked up the gun on the ground, a flameout lighter fell to the ground.

"Damn, you treacherous little man." Looking at the thing that fell to the ground was actually a lighter. Where was the bomb? The masked man was so angry that he transferred his killing intention to Peng Sihui. The haze of his eyes grabbed her figure in a moment.

At the moment, Peng Sihui was stunned and couldn't move there.