Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Aleb looked at him, pursed his lips and said, "Sorry, I've been ordered to..."

He didn't finish a sentence, and the atmosphere was like a bowstring stretched so tight that it would break in the next second. There was no half-second delay in getting ready to go. Aleb only saw the man half a meter in front of him with thin hair. The sneering black eyes flashed coldly, and suddenly the whole person's aura became fierce, and the danger was so dangerous that people were caught off guard.

By the time he reacted, the muzzle of the black hole had already been aimed at the center of his brow.

Aleb's face changed, looking at the man who pointed the gun at him.

Mo Shichen's gun was snatched from him.

He had never had contact with the eldest son of the Lawrence family, nor had he heard that he had received training in this area. He never thought that he would have such a good skill, let alone that he would snatch the gun.

His arms were straight, and he was still wearing the same shirt and trousers. He was loose and dangerous, and he only uttered two simple words, "Open the door."

Aleb's face had recovered, he didn't speak, and he didn't move away.

Mo Shichen sneered, raised his arm suddenly, and there was a "bang".

The lamp on the ceiling of the corridor was precisely shot through by the bullet, and all kinds of glass were smashed to pieces.

The lights dimmed for a while.

Wen Yi's other bodyguard who appeared first was not outside the door because she was asleep and the two of them took turns on duty, but they rushed over as fast as they heard the gunshots, and the hotel security guard followed closely behind the bodyguard.

The expressions of the two men were of varying degrees of horror.

A tenant who heard the gunfire opened the door and poked his head out. Seeing this scene, his expression changed drastically, and he immediately closed the door firmly.

In less than half a minute, the entire hotel was in commotion because of the gunshot.

Only the man with the gun and the man pointed at by the gun are the calmest, as if they were not disturbed by any commotion.

His expression remained unchanged, the same two words, "Open the door."

Aleb looked at him, his lips moved, and just as he was about to speak, the door opened behind him.

With such a big commotion, Wen Yi naturally woke up.

But she didn't expect that when the door opened, she would see such a scene.

The four eyes are facing each other.

There was a brief moment of dead silence.

Wen Yi's pupils shrank suddenly, then recovered, and finally a faint mocking smile appeared.

From the beginning to the end, the man was indifferent and calm.

She turned around blankly and walked into the house.

Two words escaped from the throat of the man behind her, "Wen Yi."

"Aleb," she dropped a casual sentence, "fix the commotion, don't let it escalate."

Aleb's expression was rare and extremely complicated.

Mo Shichen raised his foot and was about to follow.

Aleb naturally wanted to stop, and the two men had already started fighting in the calcium carbide fire.

Aleb's strength may not be weaker than Mo Shichen, but he has a gun in his hand, and more importantly, he is always worried that this man is the eldest son of the Lawrence family, so he can't do his best.

Even if they are evenly matched, once they have concerns, they will be at a disadvantage.

The muzzle of the pistol was hit by Mo Shichen's skillful force on the ribs in his waist. He bent down subconsciously in pain, and was immediately kicked in the calf bone by the man's leather shoes, and the whole person stepped back. .

Mo Shichen brushed past him and walked into the suite.

Another bodyguard had already stepped forward, and Aleb snatched the gun from his body, quickly pointed at the back of the man's head, his voice was a little breathless from the fight just now, "Master."

Mo Shichen stopped in his tracks, but he didn't look back, a hoarse laugh came out of his throat.

After a few seconds, he continued as if nothing had happened.

Aleb tightened his finger on the trigger, watched him walk in, and finally let go.

It was impossible for him to shoot at the eldest son of the Lawrence family.

Everyone knows this, that's why this man has no fear, no fear, and even a cold contempt all over his body.

When Wen Yi walked to the door of the bedroom, the man with long legs and fast steps suddenly grabbed his wrist behind him.

"Wen Yi."

When the two words fell, it seemed that the bones of her hand were about to be crushed by his terrifying hand.

The line of her jaw was tense due to the pain, she opened her mouth slightly, and almost screamed out in pain, but she held back, just breathing a little harder.

After enduring it for about four or five seconds, she got used to the severe pain of the bone being tightly strangled.

Wen Yi turned her head, raised her face to look at him, and then glanced at the pistol he was holding in the other hand lying beside him, licked her lips recklessly, and smiled back, "It's been a long time since I saw you." Such a drama."

Her face gradually paled, because it was really painful.

No matter how decisive she is in the mall, people admire or fear her, this body is a pampered one.

"Are you here to settle accounts with me? Why don't you do it with a gun? Could it be that you are just here to scare me... But if you are just pretending, I won't be frightened—won't you give me a shot, um ?”

Mo Shichen was close to 1.9 meters, and Wen Yi was close to 1.7 meters. There was a difference of one or two centimeters.

When he looked down at her condescendingly, he could clearly see each of her eyelashes trembling extremely subtly but violently.

There was a sudden movement in his heart, and he couldn't tell what it was like, but he let go of the strength in his hand, and even the gun in the other hand was thrown backhanded by him, just in time to be caught by Aleb who was about to walk over .

He stared at her with lowered eyes, and said coldly and hoarsely, "Miss Wen, why did you drive her out of the hospital?"

Wen Yi raised her other hand and rubbed her red-stained wrist, and said coolly, "It's not that she refuses to eat or drink, and refuses to cooperate with the treatment, maybe she wants to die," she asked crookedly. Tilting her head and looking up, she sneered, "Death is also the right of human beings. If she wants to die, instead of wasting the human and financial resources of our hospital, it is better to fulfill her. Is there any problem?"

Mo Shichen's Adam's apple moved up and down.

He didn't have any obvious emotional changes, except that the color of his eyes darkened, closer to black, and his voice was low and slow, "She was injured too badly, and the effect of anesthesia has just passed after the operation, so she is not suitable for moving. , and this is the best hospital in Jiangcheng, she has no other place to go—Miss Wen, no matter what grievances you have, you don't need to pay with your life, huh?"

She smiled, "Why, am I going to kill her?"

He stared into her eyes and said flatly, "No matter who it is, it can't kill her."

These words were light and calm, and they were nothing compared to the warning shots fired just now, but these words hit her heart hard with a heavier weight, making her almost suffocate.

Mo Shichen's aura enveloped her, and he said in a low voice, "So please Miss Wen call and order her to continue her treatment in the hospital you bought."