Domineering: The Billionaire Lover of a Bad President

His mind was buzzing, his figure flashed to the left rapidly, his movements were so fast that people couldn't catch his trajectory, several bullets missed at the same time, scattered everywhere, expensive vases, famous paintings, One by one suffered. book>

Jun Qi didn't notice this at all.

In his mind, there was only one image repeating.

When he instinctively sensed that a crisis was approaching, and turned his face to look for the source of the heavy danger that made him aware, what he saw was Xia Qing rushing towards her in panic, using her body as a shield to block what should have happened for him. Hit his bullet.

Although, Jun Qi didn't think that bullet could really hurt him. [

But Xia Qing obviously didn't think so.

At what she believed to be a life and death juncture, she chose to pounce on him, using the most direct and simple way to prove something to him.

Actions are always more powerful than words.

The thick layer of ice at the bottom of Jun Kui's heart was far more fragile than he imagined. When Xia Qing smiled and said to him, you are satisfied with this kind of ending, he clearly heard that it would take five years. The estrangement built up by the years of time suddenly turned into powder, turned into a sky full of snow, and after the dust settled, it ceased to exist.

"Xia Qing." He noticed that she was trembling, so he hurriedly squatted down to check her condition carefully. Soon, he found that Xia Qing had already fallen into a deep coma. If there is nothing, the feeling of trembling distance actually comes from him. Arms, calves, and even a heart are all trembling. It is fear, deep fear, a kind of fear that is about to have her and lose her. Powerful fear.

Xia Qing, this is not the kind of ending he wanted.

His severance never included the separation of life and death.

If it really ends with the premature end of life, he will definitely be even crazier, so crazy that he will pursue the real end he wants in a more tragic way.

"You can't die!" Jun Qi heard an extremely cold voice, which resounded in his ears, and he was in a daze for a moment. He realized that the person who was speaking was actually himself. His slender and sensitive hands did not need to be directed by the brain, and tore off her clothes. , the hideous wound made him frown, and he almost ran away on the spot. However, he ignored everything, even though the killers who rushed in had approached a few meters away, and they were raising their guns in a tacit understanding. causing more damage—

"Xia Qing, you owe me so much, one life, not even enough interest." Pulling out the gun on her lap, she raised her cold eyes, selected one of the killers, and snapped, snapping, snapping seven times in succession. , the hand speed reached a critical limit, seven bullets accurately focused on one target, and a terrifying blood hole was blown out of the killer's heart. After the gunshot, he fell to the ground and died directly.

That was the killer who shot Xia Qing, Jun Qi remembered him.

No one can retreat and leave leisurely after hurting Xia Qing.

Jun Qi is not in the mood to control the attack of the killers for the time being, so he simply settles the grievances first, so as not to worry about them day and night in the future. He still doesn't like the drama of settling accounts after the autumn. There are grievances and grievances, which disappear on the spot. It's called joy. 