Prosperity: Conquering Billions of Gambling Kings

Chapter 144 Why are you

"July, don't mess around." He Yi'an patted her thin shoulder lightly behind him, "I said that my liking will not be changed by anything."

Looking at the two of them, Tan Zhao became more and more angry.

Turning around, he suddenly snatched the gun from the man beside him.

To the man's feet, bang bang bang——

"what--"

July covered her ears and yelled.

Standing there stiffly, almost dumbfounded.

"July, don't be afraid." He Yi'an held her shoulders with a calm and steady voice.

"July, if you don't come here again, I'll shoot him in the head next time!" Tan Zhao had already started roaring!

"Don't shoot!" Qiyue yelled, tears were about to fall.

Tan Zhao slowly put away the gun in his hand, raised his hand, and hooked it, "Come here, come home with me."

Qiyue frowned in pain, and walked towards him unwillingly.

Raising his hand and throwing the gun to his subordinates behind him, Tan Zhao directly grabbed her arm and strode away.

Soon, July was brought to the speedboat by him.

Looking up, he saw He Yi'an still standing on the deck of the passenger ship, looking down at her quietly.

"Turn around and go home."

Tan Zhao sat down and spoke lightly.

The speedboat soon began to return.

The wind from the sea blew past, and the clothes on Qiyue were thin, and the damp sea breeze penetrated into her skin. She sat on the side in the cold and involuntarily curled up her body, shrinking in a corner.

His lips trembled too.

Glancing at her, Tan Zhao took off his jacket with a cold face, put it on her shoulders, and wrapped her tightly.

Qiyue looked at him sideways, and wanted to take the opportunity to say something to break the damn embarrassment, but Tan Zhao put on her clothes for her, and turned away without even looking at her.

When the words came to his lips, he swallowed them resentfully.

She is so stupid, if she knew that she would listen to Yi An's words, he would definitely be angry.

Still foolishly wanting to try...

An hour later, Qiyue was brought back to the Tan residence by him.

Holding her arm, Tan Zhaosheng pulled her hard and mercilessly led her upstairs.

He kicked open the door of the room with a bang, and directly dragged Qiyue's petite body and pushed it hard into the room.

Qiyue was almost pushed to the ground by his violent movements.

Turning around, Tan Zhao growled, "Old Zhao, send two people to guard the door. From today on, don't let her leave the room even half a step without my permission!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tan Zhao was about to close the door!

The dazed Qiyue came to his senses and rushed to the door, holding the door handle firmly with both hands, staring at him, "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing? I think you are studying in the painting academy and you have read your mind to me. I want you to stay sober at home!" Tan Zhao stared at her coldly, with a cold tone.

"You want to lock me in the room?" Qiyue opened her mouth in surprise.

Tan Zhao narrowed his eyes, and the dangerous light shattered little by little between the deep pupils.

"What? How dare you have an opinion?"

"No! You can't do this to me!" Qiyue squeezed the door tightly, "Why do you lock me up?"

"Why? Good question!"

Tan Zhao's face turned cold, and he pushed her viciously, and flung her into the room, "You eat mine, use mine, and I even give you this life! Because I am your elder brother! Are these reasons enough?"

(End of this chapter)