Lock Your Heart and Lock Your Love: Don't Marry a Rich Husband

He squeezed the trigger fiercely, and the pistol with the silencer tube fired a cold bullet silently. With a "poof", it narrowly missed He Jiahui's fair and delicate arm, and just shot into the mattress!

"what--"

He Jiahui's face was ashen, and she screamed in shock, her naked body stepped back again and again, "You, how dare you..."

"Hmph... He Jiahui, you seem to have forgotten your duty?"

The man smiled frivolously, bent down, and arrogantly lifted her chin, and squeezed his slender fingers fiercely, causing her to yell out in pain, "Yes, I'm sorry, I overstepped... I dare not! You , put down your gun!"

Snapped--

As soon as the words fell, the man's sharp palm had already swept over, and slammed He Jiahui's face fiercely, slapping her face to one side, before slowly blowing on the gun held in the 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 aimed his gun at the cold marble floor and fired three shots indifferently. The bullets penetrated deep into the floor, leaving three terrifying bullet holes.

"If you also like to leave such holes on your body... I don't mind, help me!"

He Jiahui was so frightened that her lips trembled, and she was speechless. Watching 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 too terrifying, so terrifying that it has already exceeded the limit that ordinary people can bear!

He Jiahui grabbed the white quilt on the bed tightly, her naked body huddled under the quilt, her heart trembled intermittently, as if a cold current was flowing through her body, making her face blue from the cold.

……

The next day, He Jiahui got up early in the morning, sat in front of the dressing table, meticulously painted her elegant makeup, and matched it with Yan Ruo's favorite clothes. When they arrived at Luo's house, they met Yan Ruo at the door who was about to drive out.

He Jiahui got out of the car, and today she unexpectedly put on flat shoes, and her height, which was originally not high, was immediately revealed. She was 1.6 meters tall, and she was already considered short among the members of the He family. She drew a petite and cute makeup, which matched her height and today's clothes very well.

Yan Ruo didn't drive her big red Maserati today, but a sleek black convertible sports car. In addition to her black attire today, she looks heroic, but her light makeup reveals her thick dark circles , obviously did not sleep well last night.

He Jiahui glanced at it, and smiled coldly from the bottom of her heart. With a big smile on her face, she deliberately put her arms on her waist, and greeted her affectionately, "Aunt Yan!"

Yan Ruo glanced sideways, and seeing that it was He Jiahui, he subconsciously turned his eyes cold, turned his head contemptuously, and turned the steering wheel to reverse the car.

He Jiahui knew this would happen a long time ago, her face quickly changed from affectionate to aggrieved, and the angle of the hand supporting her waist changed, making it more obvious, she moved her footsteps lightly, and deliberately stood in Yan Ruo's car Then, she suddenly let out a soft cry, her voice soft and pitiful, "Ah...it hurts, my stomach..."

Yan Ruo was originally reversing the car,