Demonic Cool Husband: Loving His Naughty Little Wife

"Brother Zhao..." This was a frivolous move, but I don't know why it happened to him, but I didn't think it was unreasonable at all. Instead, it made her heart feel hot. Peng Sihui lowered her head shyly. .

"What I said is true. It only smells bad when it's by my side, but it's different when it's by your side." Seeing her shyly lowering her head, Zhao Yi couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It's as easy as flipping one's palm. Does this mean that he is more attractive than Qin Ran?Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel proud.

"Why, brother Qin doesn't smell bad at all, brother Zhao has a very masculine smell..." Peng Sihui said, suddenly realized that she had said something she shouldn't have said, so she quickly shut up, her face showing embarrassment, oh my god, She is a lady from a famous family, how could she say such shameless words to other men.

"Haha 7e I didn't expect..." Peng Sihui's words elicited a burst of joyful laughter from Zhao Yi. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly noticed a strange figure flashing across the glass opposite him. There was danger approaching, and he turned his head to look, but saw that the other party had just drawn his gun and pointed at Peng Sihui. He didn't have time to think, so he immediately flew towards Peng Sihui.

"Ah, 7e, help!" Peng Sihui, who was thrown to the ground by Qin Ran, immediately found the danger and screamed loudly.

"Miss Protection." The bodyguard waiting outside heard the cry for help from inside, immediately drew his pistol and rushed in.

A dark shadow was hiding in the coffee shop on the second floor, and his murderous sharp eyes locked tightly on the two people who were dodging his attack in the hall below. When they saw a group of bodyguards pouring in from outside the door, their mouth The corners were slightly hooked, and he cursed secretly, then put away the pistol, and the figure quickly left from behind.

The bodyguards who chased in were divided into two groups, one group stayed to protect Peng Sihui, and the other group went to chase the killer.

"Xiaohui, how are you? Are you injured?" After confirming that the killer had no accomplices, Zhao Yi helped the pale-faced Peng Sihui to get up, and asked her about her situation with concern.

"I'm fine." Peng Sihui frowned and shook her head.

"Are you really okay?" Seeing her frowning, Zhao Yi immediately reached out and grabbed her arm, rolled up her sleeve, and found that it was scratched and bloodshot, and he said nothing. Take out the handkerchief just now and bandage it for her.

She didn't expect him to do this, and she lost her mind watching him seriously bandage her wound until the bodyguard arrived.

"Miss, I'm sorry, it's our ineffective protection that caused you to be injured." A bodyguard stepped forward and blamed himself.

"You don't have to blame yourself, I just scratched a little, it's nothing serious." After recovering from the trance, Peng Sihui secretly blamed herself for the trance.

"Miss, Mr. Zhao, a group of reporters are gathered outside." Another bodyguard came in from outside with a worried expression.

"What?" Peng Sihui turned her head to look at the glass window, and she found that a large number of reporters had already gathered outside, waiting for them with a turbulent expression. At this moment, it was really not suitable for her to appear in front of the media, and she looked nervously for help. Looking at Zhao Yi anxiously: "Brother Zhao, what should we do now?"

"Going out now is undoubtedly an opportunity for the reporters outside to make a big fuss, do you believe me?" Zhao Yi's beautiful and handsome face raised a convincing smile.