Heart Stealer Young Master Bo

Su Zijin fell to the ground with sore legs.

She felt that her blood was starting to get hot, her skin was a little unusually red, and her eyes were gradually becoming blurred.

"Acheng...Acheng, can you help me..."

She raised her eyes and looked at Bo Yucheng, "I feel so uncomfortable. I can't stand it anymore. Can you help me with the medicine..."

"Pa—" Shi Qinglan raised her hand and slapped her again.

She suddenly knelt down and grabbed her chin, pinched it hard and warned, "Su Zijin, if you call him Acheng, I'll slap you in the face. This is not a name you can call!"

Su Zijin looked at Shi Qinglan with hatred.

Bo Yucheng's eyes darkened slightly. He held the girl's hand and gently rubbed her palm with his fingertips. "If you hit her again, I should feel sorry for your hand. Leave the rest to me."

Hearing this, Shi Qinglan raised her eyes and looked at the man.

Bo Yucheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Su Zijin, his eyes as black as paint were deep and cold, "Su Zijin."

Su Zijin raised her eyes and looked at him pleadingly, "Ah..."

But before she could say her name, Bo Yucheng suddenly took out a gun from his waist and pressed it directly against her forehead, making Su Zijin's unfinished words choke in his throat.

Su Zijin looked at him in disbelief, with a bit of surprise and fear in her eyes, "You want to kill me?"

"You almost hurt my woman several times. Even if I kill you a thousand times, you won't die without mercy!"

Bo Yucheng's voice was cold, and his cold eyes were like ice knives, piercing Su Zijin's heart so hard that she felt as if her world was about to collapse.

Su Zijin fell to the ground in despair. She couldn't believe that in the end, the person who wanted her to die the most was the man she loved so much and wanted to get her at all costs.

"Ha..." She laughed a little self-deprecatingly.

Suddenly she felt that everything she did was ridiculous. What she held dear to her heart was not worth mentioning to others.

Su Zijin's eyes gradually turned a bit hateful, "What if you kill me? Even if you don't have me, there will be countless people who will hinder you in the future... Even if I go to hell, I will curse you and your marriage. It’s a grave!”

"Bang——" Bo Yucheng suddenly pulled the trigger.

The bullet passed through Su Zijin's shoulder, and blood immediately spattered on the wall behind her.

Qinglan was also playing with a gun at this time. She was almost frightened when she heard the gunfire and saw the blood. She subconsciously took a step back and reached out to grab the man's clothes.

Bo Yucheng noticed the girl's little movements. He looked sideways at her, then reached out to hold her wrist and led her behind him, "Sorry Lanlan, I scared you."

"I'm fine." Shi Qinglan shook her head, but she still looked up at the man, "I don't want anyone's life on your hands."

Bo Yucheng squinted his eyes and looked deeply at Su Zijin.

The woman had collapsed to the ground at this moment, the blood on her shoulders was flowing out non-stop, and her spirit had been tortured by the fans to the point of going crazy. It seemed that her whole body had reached its limit.

"Yeah." He responded with a slightly calm voice.

He slowly put away the gun, "Tomorrow morning, I will ask Wen Le to lead the police to arrest her."

"Okay." Shi Qinglan nodded in agreement.

Su Zijin is now like a piece of fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered by others. She has done many dirty things, but there is a law to judge fairly, and she can no longer escape.

Su Zijin raised her eyelids and looked at Shi Qinglan, "Oh, you are pretending to be very presentable, isn't it just that you don't want Bo Yucheng to know your true face? If you can, kill me!"

Shi Qinglan glanced down at her disdainfully.

She raised her red lips with a half-smile, "Su Zijin, not everyone in this world is as dirty as you, and you don't need to provoke me. I'm not that easily fooled."

In country A, they can kill Qi Yesuan as members of the organization, which eliminates evil and promotes good, and they can also get the execution token of Jingshi Pavilion, which does not violate the laws of that country.

But in China, she is not Jinglan, the heir to Jingshi Pavilion, and he is not the boss of S Continent. China has Chinese laws. If Su Zijin is really killed like this...

On the contrary, it will bring some trouble to themselves.

"Let's go." Shi Qinglan returned her gaze, "Su Zijin, just feel the taste of being a fan tonight. The police will come to pick you up tomorrow morning."

With that said, she held Bo Yucheng's warm palm.

The two turned around and left the hotel, notifying the front desk to lock the door. Her heart-rending roar could still be heard...

"Shi Qinglan, how dare you do this to me! You will not die! I will curse you! Even if you go to jail, I will curse you!"

But the door to the hotel room was completely locked.

Su Zijin's voice was silenced, and she lay on the ground feeling extremely uncomfortable. Her whole body was so hot that she was confused, and she was frantically trying to find something to save herself...

He even took the remote control and stuffed it inside!

The wind blowing in from the window made her body feel less hot. Su Zijin couldn't bear it anymore, but the door was locked by Shi Qinglan, so she just risked her life and jumped out of the window, even if her legs hurt from the fall. , I don’t know if it was injured or broken, but she still pounced on the man when she saw him...

"Give it to me, I want it!" Su Zijin said frantically.

She didn't even see clearly that the man had a fat head and big ears, and even the hair on the top of his head was bald. I'm afraid her daughter was about the same age as Su Zijin.

The middle-aged man was a little surprised, "I didn't expect that there would be a beautiful woman walking by and bringing her to my arms, so I won't be polite..."

There was a constant sound of erosion in the flowers near the hotel.

…

Qinglan Waterside Pavilion.

Bo Yucheng is wearing an ascetic white shirt, the cuffs are slightly rolled up, and the muscles in his forearms are very tight. Looking at these alone, he definitely has the image of an out-and-out domineering boss...

But he wore a small pink apron in front of him.

The man held the spatula in his hand and looked at Shi Qinglan with some confusion, "What should I do next?"

"What are you doing with the spatula even before the food is in the pot? Turn on the fire first. After the water at the bottom of the pot evaporates, pour the oil in."

Shi Qinglan stood lazily beside her, leaning against the wall as if she were a supervisor, holding a small leather whip and directing, "Be sure to evaporate the water before pouring the oil. Don't pour too much oil."

"How much should we pour?" Bo Yucheng asked in confusion.

He raised the bottle of oil and looked at the girl. Shi Qinglan curled her red lips helplessly, "Pour it first. Stop when I tell you to stop."

"Okay." So Bo Yucheng turned on the gas stove and stood silently watching the water droplets being evaporated, then hesitantly raised the oil bottle and began to slowly pour the peanut oil...

This was an area he had no experience with at all.