He squeezed the trigger tightly, and the pistol equipped with a silencer silently fired a cold bullet. With a "pop" sound, it narrowly missed He Jiahui's fair and delicate arm, and then shot into the mattress!
"ah--"
He Jiahui's face turned pale, she screamed in shock, and her naked body stepped back repeatedly, "You, how dare you..."
"Hmph... He Jiahui, you seem to have forgotten your duty?"
The man smiled frivolously, leaned down, raised her chin arrogantly, and squeezed her chin tightly with his slender fingers, which made her cry out in pain, "Yes, I'm sorry, I overstepped... I don't dare anymore! You
, you put down the gun!"
Snapped--
As soon as he finished speaking, the man's sharp palm wind swept over and slapped He Jiahui hard on the face. He slapped her face to one side and then slowly blew on the gun held in his other hand.
Mouth, the gloomy voice was like Satan, "You'd better remember your duty... If you know my identity, I'm afraid -"
Puff puff--
The man pointed his gun at the cold marble floor and fired three shots indifferently. The bullets penetrated deep into the floor, leaving three horrific bullet holes.
"If you also like to leave holes like this on your body...I don't mind, I can help you!"
He Jiahui was so frightened that her lips trembled and she was speechless. As she watched him walk out of the room, her whole body suddenly became limp, and her back was already wet with cold sweat.
This man, this man... is so terrifying, so terrifying that it has already exceeded the limit that ordinary people can bear!
He Jiahui clutched the white quilt on the bed, and huddled her naked body under the quilt. Her heart was trembling, as if there was a cold current flowing through her body, which turned her face purple from the cold.
…
The next day, He Jiahui got up early in the morning, sat in front of the dressing table, carefully painted her elegant makeup, and matched it with Yan Ruo's favorite clothes.
After arriving at Luo's house, I happened to meet Yan Ruo at the door who was about to drive out.
He Jiahui got out of the car. She unexpectedly put on flat shoes today. Her low height was immediately revealed. She was only 1.6 meters tall. She was already short among the He family members. However, she used her strengths to avoid her weaknesses today.
, she wore a petite and cute make-up, which matched her height and today’s clothes very well.
Yan Ruo did not drive her bright red Maserati today, but drove a stylish black convertible sports car. In addition, she was dressed in black today, making her look heroic, but her light makeup revealed her heavy dark circles.
, obviously I didn’t sleep well last night.
He Jiahui caught sight of it, smiled coldly in her heart, with a big smile on her face, deliberately supported her waist with her arms, and greeted her affectionately, "Aunt Yan!"
Yan Ruo glanced sideways and saw that it was He Jiahui. He subconsciously turned his head coldly, turned his head with disdain, and turned the steering wheel to reverse the car.
He Jiahui had long known that this would be the case. Her expression quickly changed from affectionate to aggrieved. She changed the angle of her hand supporting her waist to make it more obvious. She moved her steps lightly and deliberately stood in front of Yan Ruo's car.
Finally, he suddenly let out a soft cry, his voice was soft and pitiful, "Ah... it hurts so much, my stomach..."