Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"Pah!" Han Changqing took a lighter, lit a cigarette, and prepared to smoke.

Seeing Zhou Zihao turn around, riding the windy Harley, holding the weapon in his left hand, he walked forward.

"Where are you going?" Han Changqing couldn't help but ask after seeing this and watching him leave.

Zhou Zihao was riding a Harley with a mechanical weapon on his shoulder. He turned around and said cheerfully: "Hit him with two weapons, otherwise it won't be enough."

"..." Han Changqing listened, flicked the ashes from his cigarette, looked at his disappearing figure, and said, "Is this guy crazy?"

"Ring." His cell phone rang. Han Changqing answered the call and said, "Don't worry! Everything is going well. The road is blocked and the elevator is out of order. Now Mr. Zhou is going to pursue him. Don't worry, the secret will not be exposed."

"Yes, well, the road will be clear in 10 seconds and there will be no trouble." Han Changqing responded before hanging up the phone.

Han Changqing opened the car door, got out of the car and raised his hand. With a gesture, the "crowded" road on the scene was instantly cleared.

"You must not let Wenshui find out, otherwise, I won't be able to save you." Han Changqing looked at the direction Zhou Zihao was leaving and said in a deep voice.

Zhou Zihao was too idle and chased after Wenshui with his weapon on his shoulder.

"Squeak" Harley stopped on the side of the road. Zhou Zihao carried his weapon and chased after asking for water. He fired two weapons in a row, all of which hit Tianjing's body.

After several "bang bang bang" sounds, Wenshui stopped and saw blood dripping from her body.

"Feng Tianjing." Wenshui called in a deep voice, but unfortunately Feng Tianjing didn't answer. He panicked and turned his head to look at her face, then slowly turned to one side.

"Feng Tianjing." Wenshui was frightened. He looked up and saw Zhou Zihao turning around and running away with his weapon.

It's just that this figure was inexplicably familiar, but because I was in a hurry, I didn't think too much, so I took a detour back to Wen'an Pavilion, yelled, and found that all the bodyguards were gone.

"Butler, butler." Wenshui kicked the door open and found that the butler was gone.

The phone line at home was disconnected.

Wenshui carried her on his back and walked toward the bedroom. He placed Feng Tianjing on the soft bed and saw that her clothes were stained red with blood.

"Feng Tianjing, you are not allowed to die without my order!"

"Aren't you very capable? Didn't you say you want to marry me as your wife? How can you leave me now?"

"Feng, I don't want anything to happen to you, do you hear me? You should treat me well..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Tianjing kept coughing, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, splashing on Wenshui's face. He stood there in shock, letting the blood slide down his face.

Wenshui raised his eyes, looked at her, raised his fingers, touched her nose, and found that her breathing was smooth, but a little weak.

Lifting up her clothes, there was no bullet wound. Wenshui recalled that scene in his mind. He clenched his fists and said, "These scumbags, please wait for me."

The life and death situation just now was actually fake!

After being sprayed with blood on her face, Wenshui stood there, grabbing the tissue hard, wiping her face, clenching her fists, and looking at her unconscious appearance.

Think about it, the life and death situation just now was actually fake!

"Zhou Zihao! You think I can't do anything to you, don't you?" Wenshui recalled that arrogant figure. If it wasn't Zhou Zihao, a slut, who else could it be?

Damn, I drove a Harley with a weapon and chased him for 9 streets!

He kept this account in mind and would have to pay it back sooner or later.

"Feng Tianjing." Wenshui sat beside the bed and reached out to grab her wrist. His face became increasingly uglier. He looked at her in disbelief: "The poison in your body has not been cleared away, and you are still running around. Feng Tianjing, you are looking for death." ,Yes or no?"