This voice…
Chi Huan was held in Mo Shiqian's arms, with her face buried in his chest. She couldn't see the woman coming, but after five years, she still recognized it without difficulty.
After all, this couple is a pair that is not easily forgotten.
Hearing this gentle voice with a hint of coolness, the man whose body was covered in blood raised his eyebrows and looked over with cold eyes.
A beautiful face came into view.
In the small fishing village by the river city, this can be said to be the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.
Although he had only met Chi Huan a few minutes ago, Chi Huan's face was often active on the screen and on the screen, and it represented different meanings.
Wen Yi's facial features are all soft, especially when she smiles.
She wore a pair of black women's trousers on her lower body and a very light nude pink shirt. The unique design of the neckline made her look a bit more fashionable while being gentle. The cuffs were rolled up, and she wore a valuable wristband on her thin white wrists. surface.
The trousers and shirt are both made of fabrics with a strong sense of fall. She stands upright, as if her standing and sitting postures have been strictly regulated since she was a child, or she has received training in etiquette when practicing dance. Her long and fair neck like a white swan stands at the collar. , which makes her look particularly elegant.
But the small black suit draped over her shoulders, the two oppressive bodyguards standing behind her who were probably about 1.9 meters tall, and the arms she carelessly crossed across her chest, all gave her a sense of coolness in her elegance and gentleness. The sharpness.
Wen Yi looked at the still handsome face, and then met his completely unfamiliar eyes that seemed to have no trace of familiarity anymore. She smiled faintly and said, "I not only transferred all type A blood in the hospital, I also bought this hospital.”
Mo Shiqian turned half sideways and turned to look at her. There was a glimmer in his squinted eyes and he didn't comment aloud.
When Chi Huan heard this, he had only one feeling in his heart -
Awesome, domineering.
Mo Shichen didn't think so. His brows twitched violently, then he shook off the bodyguard who was restraining him and strode directly towards Wen Yi.
With such a sharp murderous look, the two foreign bodyguards behind Wen Yi couldn't help but move forward, but she raised her hand to stop them.
She smiled faintly and said, "Mr. Li, if you hit our president, he doesn't have to argue with you. If you hit me... My dad didn't even dare to hit me. Who dares to touch me?" Hair, I’ll break his hand.”
As soon as she finished speaking, her wrist was pinched by the man's extremely strong hand.
He looked down at her, his handsome face filled with gloomy anger, and his hands were so strong that he seemed to be crushing her bones, "What do you want to do, huh?"
"You hurt me."
The man's pressing questions escaped from his teeth, "What do you want to do?"
"I said, you hurt my hand."
"Now, immediately, immediately, have someone transfer type A blood back to the blood bank."
"Do you know who I am?"
"I do not want to know."
Wen Yi chuckled, "Then do you know who you are?"
His pupils and eyes changed slightly, but his eyebrows were still cold, "I don't care who you are, and I don't care who I am. I changed my blood type A back, otherwise..."
At the end of his words, the man's voice was lowered to the extreme, and everyone present could hear the silent but deep threat.
Wen Yi turned her face away and smiled.
It's interesting, it's really interesting. He's fishing and yet he has the confidence to threaten her, the vice president of Clod-mmer.
She said softly and lazily, "Are you going to wait for him to crush my bones before you take action?"
The two of them were about to step forward immediately.
But they were not faster than the man's hand speed. Before the hands of the two bodyguards touched the corners of his clothes, Wen Yi's neck was pinched by the man's fingers.
A gloomy voice escaped from his throat, "Try moving again."
Her throat was instantly strangled, and Wen Yi frowned tightly.
The two bodyguards looked at each other, not daring to move without authorization, and not knowing what to do. They looked at Mo Shiqian in unison, "General... President."
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Chi Huan looked at this scene in shock, glanced at Mo Shichen and Wen Yi, and then looked at Mo Shiqian who was holding his waist, his fingers tightly clenching the man's clothes, "Mo Shiqian... what's wrong with him?"
Are you crazy? He just attacked his brother and he still thinks that they have no feelings for each other.
Wen Yi is his wife.
Mo Shiqian's handsome face remained calm, and he answered Chi Huan's question calmly, "Probably when he fell into the sea, his brain hit the surface of the sea and became paralyzed." Chi Huan, "..."
She raised her face and pursed her lips as she looked at the man who calmly had nothing to do with him, "Don't you... let him stop?"
She knew Mo Shiqian to some extent, and it was clear from his posture that he had no intention of interfering.
Mo Shiqian raised his hand and touched her head, "He wants to strangle his wife to death. What can I do?"
Chi Huan, "..."
Mo Shichen obviously heard this sentence.
He looked down at the beautiful face in his hand, his pupils tightened, and the strength in his hand finally relaxed a bit.
After his face changed several times, he finally returned to indifference, and said in a deep hoarse voice, "Return the blood to the blood bank. If you are dissatisfied with me, come to me... Qian Rui is just an ordinary girl. She also She's done nothing wrong - if something were to happen to her, it wouldn't do you any good, you know what I mean?"
Her beautiful face did not waver at all. Because her throat was pinched, it was somewhat difficult to speak. "Either you let go of your hand, or you strangle me to death... and then let our family kill the father and daughter." Throw it into the sea and feed it to the fish.”
The man's pupils shrank and shrank, and his voice came out of his throat, "What do you want?"
"What are you doing? If you have the guts, do it."
Mo Shichen's eyes were like inkstones that had been knocked over, filled with dark indifference.
But the next second, his fingers loosened.
The two bodyguards immediately pulled Wen Yi two steps back from him.
Wen Yi recovered her breathing and raised her hand to touch her aching throat. The small suit had already fallen to the ground and was picked up by one of the bodyguards and put on her shoulders again.
She turned half sideways, and her gentle profile showed a coldness, "Since Li Qianrui is half dead, let her father apologize to me on her behalf, bow ninety degrees, and show sincerity."
In the six months since Mo Shichen woke up, he had never been aroused by a woman with such violent emotions. He even wished he could strangle her to death on the spot.
Unfortunately, he can't yet.