Domestication of dear wives: AA system for wealthy transactions

After listening to the words of appearance, Jian Jian was instantly speechless...

If Yan Yan is the first time facing a man like Jian Jian, then Jian Jian is the real first time to feel that a woman can still be like Yan Yan, smart and rational, even in her most dangerous disadvantage, she can still deal with it calmly .

In the past, no matter if it was a man or a woman, when faced with simplicity, everyone was so afraid that they couldn't even speak, but their appearance seemed to be not afraid of anything, and they were willing to make a harmless joke.

This woman can still be so needlessly calm until now, is she really not afraid of Liancheng Yazhi coming over?

Or can you really guarantee that you won't kill her?

Where did she get this overconfidence?

Those who watched really wanted to teach her a lesson.

Jian Jian frowned and stared at the face, as if he wanted to cut open her brain to see if the structure inside her was the same as that of ordinary people.

Jian Jian's eyes, which did not hide his thoughts, made his face tremble and his scalp tingle.

She cleared her throat and said, "Mr. Jian, what I said is true. If you don't break the rope on my wrist, I'm afraid my hands are really going to be useless. Even if you want to kill me Me, anyway, give me a whole corpse?"

What Rongyan said calmly didn't seem to be talking about herself, that self-deprecating voice was far more moving than the pitiful begging.

After a while, with a dark face, Jian Jian took a few steps forward, picked up her face, and glanced at her back. Sure enough, those two hands had turned blue due to poor blood circulation, and they looked very scary.

Jian Jian glanced at her face, he knew this situation very well, it should be very painful, but her face had a leisurely and relaxed look, without any pain, it was really strange.

Jian Jian pulled out a dagger from the left half of the military boots, and cut off the rope on Rong Yan's wrist with two swipes.

His hand inadvertently touched Yanyan's hand quilt, and the biting coldness made him feel that the place where it touched the back of her hand would immediately form frost.

Jian Jian suddenly became a little angry, her hands were frozen like this, but she didn't say until now, did she really want her hands?

When the hemp rope fell down, you could see a circle of strangle marks on both wrists. The rough rope had worn her delicate skin, because the rope was tightened so tightly that there was not much blood oozing out. Intuitively seeing the strangled area, a layer of skin has been worn away, and the flesh under the skin can be seen clearly. It is extremely dazzling against its white and slender arms, which makes people feel very distressed.

Because everyone who saw it would immediately think that this kind of injury shouldn't appear on Yanyan's arm, because a woman like her should be pampered and pampered, loving and caring for her.

Looking at the wound on his wrist, Jian Jian frowned tightly, and the scar on his face made him look extremely scary.

Yan Yan ignored him, her hands were completely numb now, she was a little worried now, whether it would really be scrapped.

She smiled wryly and asked, "Master Jian, my hand...can I still have it?"

Simply shifting his gaze to Yan Yan's face, the dagger in his hand turned around: "You don't want it? I can chop it up for you."

With a dry face, she smiled: "Hehe, Mr. Jian, you really like to joke..."

She really wanted to hide her hands, because this guy... really dared to chop off her hands.