Wife Is Too Domineering: Secret Agent's Mad Wife

Chapter 57 Wife, what is this for?
Shen Hao's gaze was obvious, if he wanted to open fire, the first person he would kill would be Lu Kun.

The atmosphere in the entire manor was extremely tense.

beep!

Accompanied by the sound of a car horn, a white Maserati stopped briskly behind the row of cars in the driveway.

Anyone who is familiar with the situation in City A will recognize at a glance that this car is Xi Meijuan's car from the four 9's number.

Seeing the car, Liu Ma, who clenched her palms tightly, was slightly relieved in her heart.

The car door opened, revealing a foot in black canvas shoes and a calf wrapped in black jeans.

"Honey, what is this playing, a real combat exercise?!"

Murong Lin lazily got out of the driver's seat and showed the brightest smile to Mo Chou.

Ignoring the gang of murderous young men with guns in their hands, he lazily walked up to Mo Chou, frowning and looking left and right on her face for a while, before he spoke.

"What's the matter, you look angry?!"

Before Mo Chou could speak, he had already turned around and looked at Lu Kun, Dao Scar and the others.

"Who made my wife angry? Is it you or you?!"

Putting his hands in his trouser pockets, Murong Lin looked disdainful.

"Who the hell are you……"

Scarface raised his hand and aimed the gun at his face.

"Lu Kun!"

Smiling Tiger Tang Yin suddenly shouted coldly.

He always had a kind smile on his face, like a kind old man, suddenly his face was full of murderous looks.

Lu Kun met his eyes, and the violent look on his face faded suddenly.

"go away!"

With a low curse, he raised his leg and kicked Scar's ass who was the first to pull out the gun, then bent down and smiled at Mo Chou.

"Miss, it's because Lu Kun is not strict in discipline, these little things are getting more and more lawless!"

While speaking, he unexpectedly raised his palm slowly.

Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
He actually slapped himself heavily on the face.

The technique was very heavy, and there was no intention of being fake at all. After just two strokes, blood dripped from the lips.

The pair of slightly lowered eyes looking towards the ground were full of unconcealable anger.

(End of this chapter)