President Hunting Love is too fierce

Oh my god, she really regretted her death. It would be better to stay in the country and be hunted down by Ye Zhirui than to lose her life inexplicably here.

"Don't be afraid, we are still here, the boss will not let you die."

Purgatory patted her kindly to comfort her, no wonder she panicked, in fact, they didn't expect that Catherine would dare to kill them blatantly this time.

For those of them who are used to bloody pursuits, this is not a thrilling thing.

But for Ye Chuqing, it might just be a nightmare. [

"Your consoling words, if you say them, it means you didn't say them." Ye Chuqing cried, "Fuck, just because you won't die doesn't mean you won't get hurt."

If a hand or a foot were broken, it would be bad luck for her.

"Hey, weren't you very brave to save the boss just now? I really didn't expect you to be so bold. In fact, you have potential. Show the courage of love, and you will be fine. Someone dares to point a gun at you. At you, you'll blow their heads off."

Purgatory patted her on the shoulder arrogantly, as if I believed in you.

Ye Chuqing really wanted to cry, she had only learned marksmanship from Purgatory for a long time, her posture was correct, but she didn't have the guts to kill.

"I don't want to kill people." Ye Chuqing said helplessly while holding the gun he gave her.

Purgatory smiled faintly: "Xiaoqing, as long as you hold a gun in your hand, either you die or someone else dies. There are only two choices. So in order to survive, we have no choice. In fact, you don't have to think so much, Maybe you don't have a chance to shoot at all, and even if you kill someone, they're going to come to us, let's go!"

Purgatory pulled her into the car, where Mo Fengya and Mr. Mayfair had already been sitting there.

In this extended carriage, there are two sofas facing each other, and the father and son sit facing each other.

Ye Chuqing sat next to Mo Fengya, closed the car door, jumped into the passenger seat, and gestured to the bodyguard in the driver's seat.

The bodyguard immediately drove on the road at high speed. The front and rear of the car were protected by several bodyguard cars.

Purgatory is seriously loading the long submachine gun with ammunition, and there is a tense murderous look in the air.

On the other side, there was shocking silence, and Mo Fengya sat there with a face of indifference, not saying a word.

Ye Chuqing looked at the resentful Mr. Mayfair, and at the indifferent Mo Fengya, feeling very uncomfortable.

But Mr. Mayfair seemed unable to bear this frozen silence, he raised his head to look at Mo Fengya, and there was only disgust in his cloudy eyes.