Chu Shao's sweet wife is beautiful and wild

Chapter 345 I Don't Need Your Help

This car is a bodyguard car. It is equipped with guns|arms and knives.

Yan Yiren glanced at the pistol that had been assembled, and murmured regretfully, "You guys are useless."

After driving the car to the shopping mall, Yan Yiren parked the car and went to buy a cup of coffee.

Coming out of the coffee shop, the two followed her all the way away.

Yan Yiren turned her head slightly, smiled, drank coffee leisurely, and walked slowly towards the parking lot.

After leaving the shopping mall and entering the underground garage, the two people who followed showed their true colors, holding a gleaming knife tightly in their hands, stabbing at her involuntarily.

Yan Yiren turned around, poured all the coffee in her hand, and a figure suddenly jumped in front of her, "Yiren, go!"

Ji Hanjiang?
Yan Yiren was stunned for a few seconds, "Ji Hanjiang, why are you here?"

Ji Hanjiang resisted the attack of the two men with one hand, and pushed Yan Yiren back with the other, and shouted anxiously and worriedly: "Stop talking nonsense, go!"

When I met her in the mall, I wanted to get close to her, but I was afraid that she would hate her.

So he had no choice but to follow her not too far away, even if he just looked at her from a distance, he was satisfied.

Unexpectedly, there were two suspicious people following her all the way.

When he arrived at the parking lot, he showed the murder weapon to harm her. At that moment, he rushed out without even thinking about it.

There was a voice in his heart, telling him strongly that no accident should happen to Yi Ren!
In the past, when she was in danger, he never showed up immediately. This time, no matter what, he would not let her suffer any harm.

While anxiously protecting Yan Yiren, Ji Hanjiang accidentally got stabbed.

He grabbed the man's wrist and kicked it away. Yan Yiren waved his hand away, "I don't need your help."

After all, he faced another man and greeted him.

The man stabbed with a knife in his hand, Yan Yiren dodged perfectly, with a neat figure, and swept out his long legs, directly attacking his lower body.

The man backed away, Yan Yiren pressed on step by step, his fist swept with a strong wind.

Two against two, equal in strength, Yan Yiren is a woman, and physically, she is not as good as a man.

She wanted to make a quick decision, so she picked up the knife that the man had fallen to the ground, saw the timing, and stabbed the knife in the man's leg.

The man clutched his bleeding leg, retreated frequently, and lost the ability to attack.

Ji Hanjiang was wounded in the abdomen, his white shirt was stained red with blood, after finishing the one in front of him, Yan Yiren came to Ji Hanjiang again, and put another man down.

Ji Hanjiang didn't see what was going on, the man fell down, a lot of blood gushed out from his chest.

"Yi Ren, you..." Ji Hanjiang's eyes were shocked and complicated.

Yan Yiren wiped the fingerprints on the handle of the knife with the corner of his clothes, threw it on the man, raised his eyes, "I'm just defending myself."

Ji Hanjiang explained helplessly, "I have no other meaning..."

"You don't need to say anything, go to the hospital."

Yan Yiren got into the car first, Ji Hanjiang hesitated for a moment, covered his abdomen, and got into the car with difficulty.

When the car was backed out and was about to drive out of the basement, the harsh sound of brakes echoed in the basement.

Several black cars had already surrounded them, and the window was hit by bullets immediately.

The explosion-proof and bullet-proof car windows have been punched with spider web conjunctiva.

Those people came fiercely and surrounded and suppressed them.

"Put on your seat belt, hurry up!" Yan Yiren glanced at him and urged in a cold voice.

Ji Hanjiang pulled on his seat belt, buckled it up, and said uneasy, "Yiren, let me drive."

Yan Yiren pursed her lips and said nothing, her face was cold and serious, and her eyes were full of Ji Hanjiang's extremely strange hostility, as well as a kind of bloodthirsty excitement that he couldn't understand.

(End of this chapter)