Explosive cute wife: black-bellied husband, please respect yourself!

Chapter 241 Someday I Make You Sad, Use It To Punish Me
Knock knock knock!
The waiter knocked on the door and came in, holding a silver tray in his hand, and the contents on the tray were covered with a piece of red satin, revealing a sense of mystery.

"Sir, your things." The waiter nodded politely, and walked to Beiming Haoting with the tray in his hand.

Yan Chuyan looked at the things on it, and asked suspiciously, "What did you buy?"

It won't be some wicked props, will it?

The shape of the red silk cloth is slightly raised, it can be seen that it is some kind of utensil...

Beiming Haoting smiled charmingly.

In the next second, he stretched out his hand and lifted the red cloth, and a silver pistol suddenly appeared in front of him.

Yan Chuyan's fingertips trembled, and she opened her mouth in surprise.

gun?
The social environment in Beicheng is harmonious and stable, what does Beiming Haoting buy a gun for?
"Sir, this semi-automatic pistol was invented and designed by John of the M country in XXXX. It has a beautiful appearance and great power. The aluminum gun body is lightweight and suitable for women to carry for self-defense..." The waiter introduced this pistol seriously features and performance.

Yan Chuyan didn't blink her eyes and listened intently.

After finishing speaking, Beiming Haoting picked up the pistol suddenly, loaded it swiftly, pressed it against the waiter's head, and let out a devilish deep voice from his thin lips: "Really?"

"Sir, I assure you with my head that the goods are genuine." The waiter's eyes were dim, showing vigilance and fear.

In the dimly lit box, the atmosphere was instantly oppressive and suffocating.

Yan Chuyan looked at the scene of their confrontation, not knowing what would happen in the next second. The men who can survive here, even if they are small waiters, have received strict physical training.

The waiter carried a pistol in his belt, and if the two of them really fought, the consequences would be disastrous.

Thinking of this, Yan Chuyan felt a chill in her heart, and slowly turned her eyes to the waiter. He was pretending to be a scared expression, and his hand was already secretly touching his waist, and he was about to draw out a pistol.

Heart beating wildly!

She rushed forward and shouted loudly: "Beiming Haoting, stop!"

The waiter obviously didn't expect Yan Chuyan to rush up, and his face was very surprised. He just touched the gun at his waist, and suddenly let it go, looking at Beiming Haoting with a pleasant face: "Sir, I have no other orders. I'm going out first. Slow down." Appreciate slowly."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the rotten picture in the private room next door outside the glass wall.

boom!
"Get out." Beiming Haoting handsomely threw up the pistol, held it again, and fired a shot at the ceiling.

In the next second, the hand holding the gun slowly lowered, and his deep blue eyes moved towards Yan Chuyan.

"Yan Chuyan! Do you know that what you did just now was very dangerous?!" His magnetic voice was sullen.

"Of course I know, he was quietly drawing his gun just now! Why are you arguing with people here for no reason?!"

Yan Chuyan was also angry, what if something happened to him and she was left alone...

"His master, it might be Yan Jinghua, you have messed up my plan just now." Beiming Haoting swept her cheeks with dark eyes, and said in a deep voice.

The shrewd blue eyes saw through her worry at once, and there was a burst of ecstasy in her heart, which dispelled the sullen anger that her original plan had been disrupted.

Immediately, he put the pistol into the exquisitely carved wooden box, just like an elegant gesture of giving a noble gift to his girlfriend.

Staring at her deeply, he lifted the box in front of her, his thin red lips slightly parted: "If one day I make you sad, you can use it to punish me."

"I... don't know how to use it." Yan Chuyan was startled and muttered.

(End of this chapter)