My wife is so sweet

Chapter 390
In the few words just now, apart from being a little out of breath at the beginning, Lan Yuting spoke the rest very smoothly.

It's like returning light.

At this moment, she stared blankly at Yang Chuyue, pulled her lips with difficulty, and then looked at Zhang Zhengkun.

Slowly, she raised her hand towards him.

"Even if you are a ghost, I will not let you go!" She pointed at Zhang Zhengkun and said word by word.

After finishing speaking, he tilted his head and lost his breath.

Yang Chuyue hugged her, and there was no sound for a long time, her whole body seemed to be frozen, motionless.

"Okay, one is solved, now it's your turn." Zhang Zhengkun pointed to Yang Chuyue and said.

Yang Chuyue acted as if she hadn't heard, she hugged Lan Yuting's body and sat on the ground in a daze.

"Let him go."

With an order, Chu Yi was free.

"Chuyue, let's go." Without thinking too much, Chu Yi pulled Yang Chuyue up from the ground.

Yang Chuyue looked at Zhang Zhengkun fiercely: "No, I won't leave."

She's going to get rid of him.

How can I leave without revenge?
Chu Yi didn't want to talk nonsense with her, so he picked her up and walked out the door.

Yang Chuyue beat him: "Put me down, let me down."

As if Chu Yi didn't hear it, she ran up on her own.

Yang Chuyue was about to bite off his shoulder, when the corner of her eyes was dazzled by the metal light.

She looked along where the light was shining.

Eyes, just facing the black muzzle of the gun.

Seeing her looking over, Zhang Zhengkun made a victory sign to her, and then snapped his fingers.

"Get down, get down quickly." Yang Chuyue shouted in horror.

That voice was like seeing something that terrified her.

Chu Yi turned his head, but before he could see clearly, the bullet passed through his shoulder.

He shook his body and immediately fell to the ground.

Yang Chuyue also rolled down from his arms.

"How are you? Is there something wrong?" Yang Chuyue immediately crawled towards him.

She half knelt on the ground, helped him up, and let him lie in her arms.

Chu Yi looked at her for a moment.

Yang Chuyue, who couldn't hear him, was full of anxiety between her brows: "Does it hurt? Just bear with it, it's okay, I will rescue you out."

"No, it doesn't hurt at all." Chu Yi stretched out her hand, wanting to touch her face.

Yang Chuyue grabbed his hand with the remaining left hand, then hugged his waist, and fixed his hand by the way.

"How could it not hurt? Don't move around." Smelling the disgusting smell of blood, Yang Chuyue's stomach twitched.

More is worry.

Lan Yuting was sent away just now, so Chu Yi can't do anything else.

She doesn't allow it.

Absolutely not allowed.

"It's great, I can see the worried expression on your face again." It seems that he hasn't seen her like this for a long time.

The tears that had been accumulating in Yang Chuyue's eyes finally flowed down because of his words.

"Why are you so annoying? You have tortured me a lot before, and now I have finally let you go, and you still don't want to let me go!"

"No, that's not the case." Chu Yi hurriedly explained, because of his excitement, he vomited a big mouthful of blood.

"Don't explain." He didn't say anything.

She didn't want to hear it, and she didn't have to.

"No, you must listen." Chu Yi clasped her wrist with her backhand: "Listen to me, I'm afraid it's too late, and I won't have a chance to say it again."

His face was full of pleading, and his eyes were full of sadness.

The rejection on Yang Chuyue's lips could no longer be said.

(End of this chapter)