chief love marriage

Chapter 860 Wen Zhao's Protection (6)

Jerry was already furious, but now that Xiao Xixi's crying attracted so many guests, he became even more annoyed.

Pointing to Xiao Xixi's nose, she cursed loudly: "Cry, cry, cry, get out of here, stand here and cry!"

"Crying fart? Seeing that you look decent in your clothes, why do you smell like farting when you talk? Could it be that you ate too much shit in the bathroom just now?"

A male voice suddenly came out from the bathroom, the voice was cold and mocking, but a little immature.

The big guy turned his head curiously, and saw a little boy coming out of the bathroom.

Although he only looks about seven or eight years old, but between his brows, there is an innate intimidating spirit and elegant nobility.

That feeling, like the king of all things, is amazing and submissive.

Wen Zhao heard Xixi's cries in the bathroom, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly pulled up his pants and ran out.

Before he reached the door, he heard Jerry cursing.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Xiao Xixi standing in front of the sink, holding a mineral water bottle in her hand, her pink floral dress was covered with foam, she kept wiping her tears with her small hands.

Wen Zhao quickly ran to Xiao Xixi's side, knelt down and hugged her in her arms.

"Baby, don't be afraid, don't cry, brother is here - don't be afraid -"

While kissing her forehead distressedly, he gently wiped away the tears on her face with his sleeve.

The little guy looked up, his small shoulders trembled twice, he choked and hiccupped twice, and then he yelled softly; "Brother, brother——"

"Good--" Wen Zhao rubbed her head, pulled her into his arms, then stood up, raised her eyebrows and looked at Jerry.

"I didn't expect that you not only know how to fuck, but you are also a clown? Roll? Why don't you show us this kind of difficult movement? Let this young master open his eyes. Do you want to roll horizontally or vertically?" Rolling, or an all-round three-dimensional 3D roll?"

In front of Ye Xixi, Wen Zhao has always been gentle and doting.

But now when facing two tall and fierce men, there is an indescribable domineering and coldness.

His tone was a little mocking, as if he was telling a joke, the corners of his lips were raised, but there was a cold gleam in his eyes.

Everyone around followed Wen Zhao's words and burst into laughter.

Jerry is a young man under the British "Mafia", and he is usually the only one who shows off his power to intimidate and bully others.

Where is it like now, being ridden on the head and shit?
Especially being ridiculed by a seven or eight-year-old child in public?
Thinking of this, Jerry instantly became angry from embarrassment. He picked up the gun in his belt and pointed it at Wen Zhao.

"You fucking want to die, do you know who I am?"

However, before Jerry finished speaking, in an instant, Wen Zhao had an exquisite little silver gun in his hand, pointing directly at his forehead.

"Tonight, someone is looking for death, but it's not me, but you!"

His expression appeared in a rare shade of prey, and the aura emanating from his body was even more chilling.

Scared, Xiao Xixi couldn't help but hide behind, and tugged Wen Zhao's sleeve.

"Brother—brother—"

(End of this chapter)