Mr. Jun, you are in love

Chapter 682 Yi Han... Don't!
The gun was just placed on the table, and Zheng Hui stared at the gun in a daze.

Just now, Jun Yihan didn't even hesitate and just shot. This kid really has the guts. Is he really not afraid that his head will move directly after the bullet is fired?

Zheng Hui looked at the gun placed on the table with a gloomy expression for a moment, and then it was his turn.

Will the god of luck favor him?

Behind the screen, when Jun Yihan pointed the gun at his head, Song Shunian's legs went limp, and she slumped on a chair beside her with no expression on her face.

She just had red eyes, stretched out her hand, and tightly covered her mouth, she was afraid that she would make a sound that would affect him.

Easy cold!

No, don't shoot!
She couldn't stand such a thing.

He wanted it just in case, she wouldn't live anymore.

He said that he will take care of her for the rest of his life, so nothing should happen.

Fortunately, Jun Yihan shot, but the worrying sound of gunfire was not expected, no bullets, no bullets...

At that moment, Song Shunian felt that her breathing stopped at this moment. When she saw that Jun Yihan didn't fire a bullet, she felt a sense of collapse. At that moment, the fear in her heart and even her blood pressure rose to the maximum.

"Don't come again..."

She murmured softly, and the fear in her heart grew bigger and bigger. Although this time, she was relieved, but their game continued.

Zheng Hui stared at the gun without moving for a long time.

Here, Jun Yihan is already getting a little annoyed.

"I'm short on time, please hurry up." Jun Yihan urged, "I'm still waiting for the next shot."

Zheng Hui: "..."

Zheng Hui stared at the gun on the table, and Zheng Yaoyang, who was on the side, saw Zheng Hui's appearance, and his expression sank.

Zheng Yaoyang was about to speak to stop Zheng Hui's movements, when a bold guard rushed forward.

"Young Master Hui, I'll replace you." As he said that, the guard boldly grabbed the pistol and shot himself in the head.

There was a click, this time, it was still like the one Jun Yihan opened.

The gun still didn't fire.

However, this gun originally belonged to Zheng Hui, and before Zheng Hui could move it, the guards did it for him.

Zheng Hui's expression sank.

"Go away." He roared angrily, dissatisfied with the guard's behavior.

The guard was a little embarrassed after being trained like this. He held a gun in his hand, and for a moment, he didn't know what to do.

"Young Master Hui, I'm helping you." The guard whispered.

"Who needs your help? I'm busy. Get out of here." Zheng Hui stepped forward, snatched the pistol from the guard's hand, and put it back on the table.

The gun has been fired.

In this round, even if Zheng Hui won, his victory was not honorable at all.

Looking at the gun on the table, Jun Yihan's expression turned cold. He stretched out his hand, picked up the gun, and said coldly: "Zheng Yaoyang, it seems that the person you fancy is nothing more than that."

"Hehe..." Jun Yihan said, raised his hand suddenly, and aimed the gun at his head again.

At this moment, everyone present was startled.

The first shot, the second shot, were empty shots one after another, but the third shot, the probability of having that bullet has risen to 80.00%, or even ninety percent.

If he shoots and hits, Jun Yihan will really die.

Seeing this scene, Song Shunian, who was controlled behind the screen, didn't want to just wait like this.

"Yi Han...don't!"

(End of this chapter)