Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Huo Huaishhao pulled Jiao Yang into his arms, clasped her waist with one hand to restrain her, took out a gun with the other hand, and pressed it against her temple.

A dog will jump over the wall when he is in a hurry, not to mention that he is Huo Huaishhao who is as vicious and cunning as a poisonous snake.

Jiao Yang rolled her eyes speechlessly in his arms. I wondered if Huo Huaishhao had delusional disorder, did she act like she was afraid of him in normal times, why did this guy still think that this appearance could scare her? !

This is equivalent to. A dirt dog is a dirt dog, and it is still a dirt dog even if you grin your teeth. Could it be possible to become a Tibetan mastiff?

Huo Huaishhao waited for a long time but still didn't get the reaction from the hostage in his arms, and because of the angle, he couldn't see Jiao Yang's expression now, and it was impossible for him to turn his head over to see it.

He frowned, then sneered and said, "Isn't he very courageous on weekdays, he dares to talk casually when he dyes the mirror and ink, and now he has become this kind of virtue?"

"Count?" The corners of Jiao Yang's mouth hooked up slightly, like a rose that is alluring and seductive, but poisonous: "Uncle Huo, the consequences of provoking me are very serious."

Before Huo Huaishhao could react, Jiao Yang suddenly elbowed him backwards, hitting his ribs. The man took a few steps back unexpectedly in pain, and was hit on the wrist again. The gun fell off, just in time for the hand that Jiao Yang extended catch.

In the blink of an eye, the situation was reversed in one go.

Damn it!

Huo Huaishhao clutched his chest, there was even a dull pain and numbness there. He stared at the girl in front of him who was pointing a gun at him, smiling brightly.

All along, he has been confused by this guy's weak appearance. He should have thought a long time ago, as the only daughter of the Sheng family's generation, how could she not even know basic self-defense skills. he was careless

Jiao Yang is holding a gun in his hand, which is a standard gesture for holding a gun, but with his slender and perfect five fingers, he can tell that it is not the hand holding the gun. These hands should be on the piano, or holding a paintbrush. The white and slender wrist even made one wonder if it would be shattered by the impact of the bullet after it was fired.

At this moment, she was looking at Huo Huaishao with a smile on her face, holding the gun alone, with the other hand in her pocket, facing his stern gaze calmly: "If Uncle Huo kowtows to me three times to apologize for what he just said , maybe I can consider letting you go."

Huo Huaishhao sneered, he knew this group of rich kids who were born in a privileged situation too well. He is different from them. The child who grew up wrapped in honey always lacks a vigor in his bones. It is okay to say harsh words in his mouth, but he is actually strong on the outside but on the inside.

Just pretending, if she really wants to shoot and kill, she dare not.

So Huo Huaishhao walked towards her instead, pointed to his temple, "Then you should shoot, shoot here."

Jiao Yang was stunned seeing his appearance, thinking that this man is fine, why can't he think about it? Could it be because he couldn't accept that he was defeated by a teenage girl, so he was beaten so hard that he didn't want to live?

It's like she couldn't accept her fame in her previous life, but she was killed by a group of men who had been dumped by her long ago.

Jiao Yang raised the corner of her mouth, waved her hand at him, and said regretfully, "If that's the case, then I'll help you."

The man's eyes widened as she pulled the trigger.

With a "bang", the bullet exploded through the forehead, and a corpse fell to the ground.