Top Spoiled Marriage: Mr Rong's Stepford Wife is a Little Sweet

Agent Luo Zeyu glanced behind the heavy spotlight and didn't move.

"I said go and save people, don't you understand?" Nie Yun's eyes were red. She grabbed Luo Zeyu's collar and complained bitterly.

She was now pulled back and stood in a relatively safe position.

Luo Zeyu still didn't move. His tone was natural and firm: "miss three, I'm only responsible for your safety. Others are not within my scope of responsibility."

"Fuck your mother's safety!" Nie Yun scolded and stumbled to recharge.

There was only one thought. She just wanted to save people.

Save the man who accused her of feudal superstition.

But the bodyguards around her rushed up at this time. Without a word, they took her backstage and escorted her out of here, regardless of her demands.

"Miss three, no one is as important as you!" Luo Zeyu still didn't give in.

The cold tone made Nie Yun cold.

"Fuck you, I'm the most important!" Nie Yun, who was waving her teeth and claws and rarely broke foul language, but at this moment, she rebelled like crazy.

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The moment the spotlight fell.

Ji Wuyou has an illusion.

It's like the feeling of suffocation after a bullet pierced his chest.

It was a feeling of guilt soaked in bright red blood.

Then she realized that she was firmly protected in her arms, full of warm breath. With her unclear consciousness, she just felt that the man's taste was very familiar.

She knew that she was pressed on her thigh by a thick wood, and she knew that she was being held tightly by someone.

In a trance, Ji Wuyou opened her eyes and was in the darkness. Then she raised her hand, groped in the darkness, and touched the raised badge on the man's chest along the undulating chest due to breathing.

"Third uncle?"

In the dark, her eyes were bright, her voice was small, and her tone was full of uncertainty.

Rong Shenxing pressed her under his body. Her legs were pressed by a wooden stick. He was no better. A wooden stick passed through his arm and didn't know if he had hurt the main artery.

But he knew that his arm had been bleeding.

"Yes." Rong Shen pressed his voice and answered her.

"Am I dreaming?" Ji Wuyou once thought he had a dream.

Rong Shenxing protected the back of her head with one hand and supported the wooden stake on the side with the other. He tried his best to support the world that could last breathe for her, and then said in a deep voice: "you are not dreaming, you are showing off your ability, and no one needs you to be a brave man!"

That's all.

Ji Wuyou's eyes became more and more hot. Her heart was sour, and the tears swept through her eyes burst for a moment: "it was the third uncle who saved me!"

Rong Shenxing didn't speak.

Aware of the change in her mood, he said, "don't move."

As soon as he said don't move, Ji Wuyou really didn't dare to move.

It's true. You can't move.

He is now supporting the collapsed pit with his body. Although the spotlight did not hit them, gravel sticks and so on are piled above them.

If you move a little, I'm afraid you'll collapse again.

"Get your hands back!" Rong Shenxing repressed his voice and issued the same words as when he ordered his subordinates.

Ji Wuyou's hand was still on his chest. It felt like the last stubborn provocation, and then she drew back reluctantly. She answered in a low voice: "Oh."

"Ke Shen and Jin Yi are outside. They know what to do." Rong Shenxing seems to be afraid that she will be afraid.

Just told her about the outside.

Ji Wuyou gradually calmed down, and his eyes gradually lost the burning heat just now: "why is third uncle here?"