Chapter 277

When Tang looked back, he found that Huan Jing had already stood by the door.

There was a chill in his eyes.

Tang Rui shivered.

She was really scared.

Who can withstand such repeated gunfire? If the psychological quality of people in general, I am afraid that has already scared the courage.

Her figure was covered by Yan xiechen behind her.

Yan xiechen wrapped Tang Furui's coat behind her, which seemed to be the same as her intimate embrace.

Fortunately, from Huan Jing's point of view, there is no way to see Tang's expression, but on Yan xiechen's broad back, the tattoo that has been winding up from his back is like a poppy in the dark, frozen behind his neck, with a cold feeling.

The white smoke from the muzzle of the gun, like a basin of hot water pouring on the ice, was sharp and clear. For a short time, she was sober.

"Come out."

Huan Jing clenched his teeth and opened his mouth again.

He spoke almost word for word, as if there was a huge backlog of anger.

It only needs a proper breach, and all this anger will turn into a huge wave.

Tang Furui is shivering. He wants to get rid of Yan xiechen's embrace, but he is held by Yan xiechen's arm.

In the dark, the two men face each other in silence, as if no one wants to take the initiative to give way first.

"Huanshao, can you protect the woman for you?"

Yan xiechen asked in a low voice, with irony in his tone.

Huan Jing stood opposite him, and his voice seemed to come out of the ice cellar for thousands of years.

"My woman, I don't need your interference."

The smell of smoke in the dark suddenly strong, almost at that moment forced Tang to find Rui nowhere to hide.

She tries to break away from Yan xiechen and wants to move a few steps towards Huan Jing. Suddenly, she listens to Yan xiechen speak again.

"If I say, I like your woman, too?"

At the end of the song, it was as if the two opposing armies had set up battle flags on the grassland. After the flags had been flying in the wind for half a day, they suddenly started the first drum of the battle.

Dong Dong.

Dong Dong.

Dong Dong.

It suddenly occurred to her that in the TV series, the beating of drums in the ancient war heralded death, the attack, and the beginning of blood.

It's a great force.

At this moment, the drumming and drumming sound penetrated through different scenes and became her strong heartbeat in the dark.

The heartbeat was so strong that it almost jumped out of her chest.

She forced to cover her chest, only feel the atmosphere around more and more strange, more and more quiet, more and more people breathing tight.

Until, pull the trigger sound, silent in the dark.

There was a cold sweat behind her!

It's the sound of pulling the trigger!

It was just behind her. When she looked back, she found that it was

Behind Yan xiechen's head.

At the same time, the bodyguards in black, who had been lurking at the door for a long time in the dark, were well-trained and showed their weapons neatly at the same time.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

In two or three seconds, a dozen guns were aimed at Yan xiechen.

The moonlight outside the window blows through a corner of the curtain, and the silver light penetrates through the gap of that corner, making the room suddenly bright.

At the moment when the light and the dark passed over for a short time, the scene in the room was suddenly seen clearly -

Huan Jing was behind Yan xiechen, a few steps away, his arm was 90 degrees, and the muzzle of the gun was on the back of Yan xiechen's head without any emotion.

When the gun is loaded, it will go off at any time.

I'm afraid Yan xiechen can feel the chill of that kind of metal better than Tang Meirui.

And a group of armed bodyguards at the door, also pay attention to their master's action at any time. When Huan Jing shot, they also shot quickly and drew a gun at Yan xiechen.

Just for such a short second, the tension in the room has been pushed to the maximum extent, as if a bow had been pulled to its strongest radian. If it was pulled down for another inch, the bow would break.

In front of our eyes, it is inevitable bleeding.

"You don't let people go?"

His cold voice rang out in the room.

This voice has done the biggest cover up, did not reveal the cold and bloodthirsty side of the tone.

But even if the cruel parts had been covered up and fell into Tang's ears, he could not help but let the chill rise from the bottom of his feet.

Yan xiechen didn't speak.

After a long time, still did not speak.

Tang is a little worried.

She is afraid that with Yan xiechen's temper, she will be stubborn with Huan Jing to the end. In the end, both sides will suffer.She didn't want to see any bleeding.

Tang Furui took a deep breath and broke away from Yan xiechen's arms. In the dark, she heard her voice trembling and almost unsteady.

"I I want to go back. "

When she finished speaking, Yan xiechen raised his head fiercely, and his eyes fell on Tang Meirui. He narrowed his eyes, but his look at her was so complicated.

Huan Jing's eyes fell on Tang Furui.

He saw her for the first time since entering the room.

The girl's seaweed like hair fell loose on her shoulders. She wore a white home shirt, which was just long enough to cover her hips. Her slender legs were not covered, and it seemed to have goose bumps when exposed in the air.

The girl shrank, probably afraid to a certain extent, hoping to find a place to get in and protect herself.

Huan Jing frowned slightly and suddenly opened his mouth.

"Close the window."

He said this to one of his bodyguards.

The bodyguard looked surprised and turned his head to find that there was always a gap in the window, and the gap just blew the edge of the bed.

He scratched the back of his head, but he couldn't figure it out: since he entered the room, the young master's mood has been in the position of breaking strings at any time. How did he notice a crack in the window at this more tense moment?

What's the difference between this and not?

Anyway, he didn't understand, but he went to close the window according to Huan Jing's instructions.

After the window closed, Huan Jing's eyes fell on Tang Furui again.

The girl's neck, legs have a variety of scratches, a bruise is almost a piece, even if it is to see people can not help but take a breath, not to mention to experience the pain.

His eyes grew tighter and deeper.

There is almost no good skin on Tang Furui's body. Those miserable red marks and bruises just form a sharp contrast with her white skin.

No matter who it is, it will hurt.

Not to mention Huan Jing.

When he received the news, he left the gaping subordinates on the conference table and rushed to the meeting.

First he knew that something had happened to her, then he knew that he had been rescued. The nearby monitoring is called out together, and finally locked in an old acquaintance. Yan xiechen.

He knew that it was the mark left by her injury. Just now, the air was still full of cold breath. Suddenly, a circle of tenderness was rippling.

He frowned, slightly moved under the muzzle, toward his left hit a direction: "to my body later."

Tang Furui is very obedient, "Oh" a, obediently hiding behind Huan Jing.

She knew that at this time, the man must be angry, so in order to let Huan Jing calm down, she decided to take the initiative to please him, such as

Seize the corner of Huan Jing's clothes behind him.

Sure enough, the man's action is a little bit, probably did not expect Tang to have such a meek as a kitten.

The muzzle of his gun moved down slowly. Although his anger was directed at the man in front of him, his attention was obviously distracted by the people behind him.

"Huanshao," Tang murmured, "we can Shall we go back first? "

People have arrived, but the account is obviously not finished.

Huan Jing still wants to stay and settle the account with Yan xiechen.

But the girl behind him was pulling at the corner of his coat, slightly trembling, as if in fear, as if in shock, with a cry in her voice.

He should have been angry, but somehow he was soft hearted.

After a few seconds of pause, Huan Jing finally made a sound.

"Go back."

What he said was for the bodyguards. The bodyguards in a few seconds, quickly received the gun in hand, arranged in a neat formation.

"Yan xiechen," his muzzle is still close to the back of the other side's head, "this account, we will settle later."

Then he stopped.

Yan xiechen didn't turn around, but turned his back to Tang.

He said, "if you regret it now, say it, I can keep you."

What he said was for Tang Rui.

So arrogant, so arrogant, so ignorant.

In a word, quickly full of a wave of hatred, Huan Jing pupil suddenly tight, a punch almost up!

"Don't..."

Tang Furui pulled him low, and his eyes were begging.

"I want to leave this land of right and wrong as soon as possible..."

Huan Jing sighed with tears in his eyes.

The next second, he hugged her back with one hand and held her tightly in his arms.

A turn around, put aside behind a dark, with her out of the car.Until they left, Yan xiechen did not catch up.

Tang Rui was stuffed into the car and couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief.

She looks to the third floor. The light there was still dark. In the dark, it was impossible to guess whether Yan xiechen was watching their car leave.

Huan Jing sat beside her and told the driver to drive. When his eyes touched her, he suddenly asked.

"He changed your clothes?"

Tang was stunned.

It sounds casual, but it's dark inside.

"Yes His maid changed it for me, and by the way, she filled me with potion. "

She lied out of a guilty conscience.

Huan Jing nodded, did not pursue further, the car has been slowly started, driving away from the night.

Suddenly, she heard Huan Jing speak again.

"Where did he touch you?"

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Huan Jing supported himself with one hand. He didn't see Tang Meirui, but what he said was to Tang Meirui.

This is like a blockbuster, pressed the countdown, just waiting for a suitable time to blow her up.

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