Wife Addiction, Don’t Run Away, Madam

Seeing that Si Yao was about to leave, a few beautifully dressed women became anxious all of a sudden.

Why did they leave before they spoke?

The woman closest to Si Yao grabbed Si Yao's wrist without thinking.

In that second, Xiao Yu closed his eyes and cursed inwardly, courting death!

Si Yao looked at the white hand with cold eyes, and said with anger, "Take it away."

Xiao Yu's forehead blushed violently, he stepped forward under pressure, and involuntarily threw the woman aside.

He turned back, his voice trembling, and he persuaded Si Yao to calm down.

"Brother Yao, someone is still waiting for you, let's go."

Si Yao glanced at him lightly.

There was a dead silence in his eyes.

Xiao Yu was shocked and suddenly realized that he dared to preach or even threaten Si Yao!

Or use Zhou Yu'an to threaten again...

"Yao, Brother Yao..."

Xiao Yu opened his mouth tremblingly, carefully looking at Si Yao's face.

Si Yao clenched his palms, restrained his anger, and gave everyone a warning look.

The next second, he turned around again, as if he didn't want to care.

Xiao Yugang breathed a sigh of relief, and the woman who was thrown away by him ran over again.

Involuntarily, he put it on Si Yao's body.

"Let's play for a while, Brother Yao-"

This man is so handsome.

She couldn't help it, and wanted to be greedy for a while.

Si Yao frowned fiercely, and his patience was exhausted.

Between the lightning and flint, the man's wrist turned over, and the cold-lighted knife sank directly into the woman's palm.

The red blood and sharp pain made the woman shout out of control in an instant.

The eyes of everyone present shrank along the blood dripping from the blade.

Everyone was so frightened that they even forgot to scream.

Si Yao sneered, and with a flick of his wrist, the tip of the knife pierced through the woman's palm.

Liu Zheng was shocked and shouted subconsciously, "Quick, take it to the hospital."

"No, there will be paparazzi, and the hospital here seems to be closed recently."

Si Yao didn't speak, and glanced at Xiao Yu sideways.

The man stepped forward immediately, took a rag from the table and stuffed it into the screaming woman's mouth.

"Be quiet, I'll bandage you, you won't die."

I can't die now, if I say a few more words, I might die.

Blocking the woman's mouth, Xiao Yu stood up, and his momentum changed leisurely.

The man's sharp eyes swept over one by one.

Even though he didn't say a word, everyone felt the scrutiny of the **** of death.

The crowd was shocked.

Xiao Yu has always been smiling and easygoing in the crew, and he has never seen him so serious and scary.

Under everyone's frightened expressions, Xiao Yu bent down and pulled out the knife stuck in the woman's palm.

The blood sprayed on the man's face, adding an evil charm.

The woman who was dying was full of tears and cold sweat, and fainted in pain.

Xiao Yu glanced at her coldly, with no pity or emotion on his face, and placed the knife on the table carefully and carefully.

Immediately afterwards, under everyone's terrified gaze, he took off his suit jacket, carefully picked up the knife, and wiped it carefully on his snow-white shirt.

The red blood quickly stained the man's clothes, stimulating everyone's nervous and tense nerves.

Soon, Xiao Yu wiped the knife clean.

I saw him holding the knife in both hands, kneeling slowly.

"Brother Yao!" Xiao Yu's thin lips parted lightly, with awe that could not be ignored.

Liu Zheng was greatly shocked.

What his friend said was really good.

Si Yao's knife is really untouchable.

Si Yao lowered his eyes, held the knife in his hand cherishly, and swiped the word "an" with his fingertips.

The next second, the wrist flipped, as if by magic, the knife disappeared.

This time, no one dared to stop him.

It wasn't until Si Yao walked out the door that Xiao Yu dared to get up and kept up with him.

Liu Zheng pressed his eyebrows and quickly closed the door.

Looking at the crowd, I didn't know what to say for a while.

"Today's affairs, if you want to live, don't talk about it."

He threatened coldly.

Everyone glanced at the person who had passed out on the ground, looked at the red blood stains on the floor, looked at each other, and nodded hurriedly.

Si Yao was too scary.

...

Back at the manor where he settled down, Xiao Yu didn't dare to neglect and knelt straight on the ground.

"Brother Yao, Xiao Yu, please punish!"

Si Yao raised his head, looked at the gloomy sky, and said with a gloomy smile: "The sky is very good, suitable for standing in a military posture."

Xiao Yu immediately got up and stood up straight.

Si Yao didn't speak any more, turned around and left.

An hour later, several thunders flashed down, and the rain poured, mixed with strong winds, whizzing by.

Si Mo, who came in a hurry, saw the straight punished man standing in the rain from far away.

Holding a black umbrella, he stopped in front of the man and asked, "What's going on?"

Xiao Yu's teeth were chattering coldly, he shook his head gently, and only said, "Brother Yao is waiting for you."

Simo sighed helplessly and walked inside.

"Brother Yao."

Si Yao raised his eyes and glanced at him.

"Have you dealt with it?"

He was talking about the crew.

Si Yao nodded, "Okay."

"But Xiao Yu is..."

Si Yao glanced at the foggy rain outside the window and said, "His clothes are dirty."

"I'm drying clothes."

"..."

Simo didn't dare to say any more, and began to talk about the recent situation of the Ghost Tiger Gang.

It rained heavily for two days, with constant winds, and the weather was too bad to fly.

Si Yao nestled in the room and recorded the finalized TV series to the theme song.

On the third morning, the sun finally appeared.

Xiao Yu still stood on the spot, not moving at all.

Over time, the sun gets stronger.

Men's thin shirts dry quickly.

There was even a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Three in the afternoon.

Simo walked out of the room and stood in front of him with a very indifferent tone: "Brother Yao said the clothes are drying, let you in."

Hearing this, Xiao Yu made a move.

As soon as he lifted his leg, he was weak and knelt down straight.

He hadn't eaten for a few days, coupled with the torrential rain and cold wind, the man's body was already weak.

Si Mo subconsciously helped him up, and he didn't forget to scold him: "Tell me about you, can you make such a mistake?"

Xiao Yu shook his head and smiled palely: "Brother Mo, stop scolding, I'll go see Brother Yao first."

Si Mo bit his cigarette and helped the person to go inside.

"Your physique has also declined, and you've only become so weak in a few days?"

Xiao Yu pursed his lips and said lightly, "Don't worry, the Devil Zhou I will break through."

Every year, the Guihu Gang will have devil training.

Si Yao built a training ground in the basement of City A that is comparable to world-class training bases.

Specially used to train elite troops.

There will also be special competitions and tests.

If they fail, they will be called back to the bottom members and retrained.

The entire Guihu Gang, without exception.

Including Si Yao, he takes some time every year to accompany these members through the most difficult training.

His prestige is one move and one style, spelled out with fists in **** fighting.

That way, it's more convincing.

Simo is, and so is Xiao Yu.

"Brother Yao."

Seeing Si Yao, Xiao Yu knelt down on one knee with a straight body.

Si Yao opened his eyes and tapped the table with his fingertips.

After a while, he said, "Get up."

"I'm going to read the script in the afternoon, and I'm going back to Los Angeles in the evening."

"Yes!"

"Go make arrangements."

Xiao Yu got the order and left.

Si Yao picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to Zhou Yu'an.

[Sister, I will go tomorrow morning and have two days to spare. 】

On the other side, Zhou Yuan returned quickly:

[Okay, please eat hot pot. 】

Staring at Zhou Yu'an's reply, Si Yao's tough brows overflowed with a hint of unharmonious tenderness.

he added.

【And eat skewers】

【good】