Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   Quan Ronglian raised her chin forcefully and looked into her eyes, his eyes were still tired from resting for a long time. The slightly curly ink hair became more and more messy and unruly, and the hoarse voice with the Beijing accent touched the heart, "Aren't you going to say something?"

  Han Xiaoye bit his lower lip, a little tangled, "Do you really want to listen to me?" She felt that he would not be happy to hear what she said.

"Say."

   He said so solemnly, Han Xiaoye is not heartless. Her face was full of confusion, and she stopped talking for a while before she found a slightly better wording, "Quan Ronglian, why don't you try someone else?"

   "Huh." The man staring at the peach blossom eyes suddenly laughed, hoarsely, "If my mother-in-law changed someone, would I still stand here begging you?"

   What he used was begging, but it was always in a reckless tone. It seems that a hard word can smash a hole in the ground. But if you listen carefully, you can hear the inaudible helplessness and prayer.

   This man holds his head high even if he is kneeling.

  Han Xiaoye suffocated, not knowing what to say.

   "Isn't that even if you really like you, not like a toy, but a man's liking for women, you won't give me any chance?" He seemed to blend in with the night.

  Han Xiaoye is not heartless, she likes to be good, of course she knows what it feels like to like someone. But she pursed her lips and gave a firm answer, "No."

   She knows that some people believe in the three-character rule, no rejection, no commitment, and no responsibility. But she doesn't, she likes it if she likes it, and doesn't like it if she doesn't. Killing is no more than a nod, and Ling Chi is more cruel than beheading.

   "Quan Ronglian, no matter what you like, how good and good you are. I won't fall in love with you because of these."

   A gun was placed on her head, as cold as a man's eyes, "Little Loach, repeat what you just said."

   There is a gun on his forehead, and if he is not careful, the gun will go off. Han Xiaoye clenched his fists, his palms covered in cold sweat, "Quan Ronglian, I don't like you."

   "..." Quan Ronglian felt that these eight words seemed to be slapped loudly and slapped on his face.

   His stubborn peach blossom eyes were deep, and his sharp eyes were like bone scrapers, cutting Han Xiaoye's body one by one. Just when she thought she was going to fart today, the cold-faced man suddenly smiled, "Ha."

   Depressed, blurred.

   He's really **** crazy and a bitch!

   He brought her here in the middle of the night, and he told her the feelings he wanted to understand these days. In the end, he got a sentence, no matter how good or arrogant he was, she would not like him!

   Good one will not like it! The scoop gun wouldn't like it more than on her head!

  He-damn how cheap, can you still not give up after hearing her say she doesn't like it for the third time?

   "Crack!" With a crisp sound, the gun was loaded.

  Han Xiaoye stubbornly pursed her lips. Although her delicate little face was a little pale, she looked into his eyes from beginning to end.

   She felt that Quan Ronglian would not shoot.

   I don't know where the confidence comes from, I just think he can't shoot.

   It’s not that you go to jail for shooting someone to death, it’s that you don’t shoot because you can’t shoot.

   "Hey, why do you look like Liu Hulan? If you ask me who the Communist Party is again, you can't kill yourself with a gun?"

   This moody, almost no one!

  Han Xiaoye couldn't figure out what he meant, so smart didn't answer.

   But the next second, she was stunned!

  Because Quan Ronglian shoved the loaded gun into her hand, forcibly clasped her wrist, and pressed it against her chest!

   "Quan Ronglian, what are you doing?" Han Xiaoye was really panicked this time, even more panicked than when he put a gun on her head.

"What are you afraid of? Don't you like it? If you don't like someone, even if you die in front of your grandfather, I won't look back." It was obviously extremely ruthless, but he made him sound affectionate. .

  Han Xiaoye's face was pale, and he couldn't help but get angry, "Don't be afraid of a fart! Killing people is a crime."

  "..." Quan Ronglian thought she was going to say something to comfort her, but she turned out to be pragmatic. At this time, she did not forget to learn legal knowledge from him. He suppressed the casual smile on his face and took her eyes, "Then you like me."

"I……"

   "If you don't like it, shoot me with a gun."

  Han Xiaoye swore that she had never seen such a straight man with cancer, such a **** and brutal confession. This is simply a threat.

   The only thing that has changed is that he did not threaten her life, but his own! But I have to say, this trick is ruthless!

   "I like you, I like you, okay?" A friend's like is also a kind of like, right? He didn't say what he liked, she wasn't rude. Her sly big eyes blinked, very sincere, "Really, I like you. Your hand hurts when you squeeze, why don't you let me go first?"

  Let her go? Quan Ronglian clenched her hand tightly, forcing her finger on the gun, "Since you like me and I like you, how about we together?"

  Han Xiaoye bit his lower lip and remained silent.

   "Don't you like me? Why don't you talk anymore?" He knew that this little loach was slippery and liked him. She was playing with words, when he didn't know?

   "Like me, or shoot me down, I'll give you three seconds to choose."

   He was betting, betting with his life whether she had a little bit of his place in her heart. There is only a little bit, he is extremely cheap, and he has to rob Fu Zhiyan once.

   "3."

Han Xiaoye didn't expect that he would really start the countdown, and suddenly became extremely pale, and said with a pale face, "Quan Ronglian, you are forcing me! How can you be like this! You were reincarnated as a cow in your last life? No, there is no cow like you. ."

   "I'm forcing you." He admitted it readily.

Han Xiaoye choked and said, "You said it all, I'll just use a carved washboard. Are you dying for a carved washboard?" She is a carved washboard, and a washboard will do. Bar.

"2."

  Han Xiaoye felt that the big hand pressing on her fingers was tight, and she didn't dare to move, for fear that she would accidentally miss the gun while struggling. She doesn't want to be a murderer, but it's impossible for her to be together! It's easier for him to shoot her down with one shot!

   Just when her mind was full of confusion and all kinds of thoughts were flying around, the man's rosy lips twitched, as if he had expected this, "1."

   At the same time, a 'bang' sounded. The bullet passed through his chest, and warm blood splashed Han Xiaoye's face!

  He shot, really shot!

   pressed her finger and fired a shot in the heart!