Your wife is a bit fierce

Chapter 264 Cold Sweat Drenched Lin Muxue's Back
Lin Muxue shook off his hand, suppressing the emotion that was almost overwhelmed by grief in indifference: "You go."

Don't show up again.

Now, she has no energy to talk about love, no energy to quarrel with him.

"What did you say?" Qingyang Lin Xiao's eyes were almost bursting with red flames.

Lin Muxue raised her head, eyes frosty: "Go, I don't want to see you now."

There is alienation and indifference in every word.

Lin Muxue couldn't communicate with him calmly, couldn't look at him with affectionate eyes, the heart swallowed by despair made her feel so uncomfortable that she almost died.

She couldn't ignore that Duan's father was indirectly killed because of his actions, and because he sent someone to kill Long Limei, Long Fang was desperate, and finally chose to die with Lin Chenyi.

This series of events has nothing to do with him.

But the biggest reason lies in Lin Muxue herself. If she hadn't used Long Limei and Long Fang, then nothing would have happened. Then Lin Chenyi is still in Los Angeles and won't return to China, so nothing will happen.

After all, it was all her fault.

She thought she would go according to her plan for everything, but it was just her whimsy, and she overestimated herself.

Chen Yi left, Duan's father also left, and all the supporting forces collapsed.

She couldn't keep the promise of joining hands with Qingyang Lin Xiao for the rest of her life, and she couldn't be with him when nothing happened.

Qingyang Lin Xiao's handsome facial features were extremely angry, slightly distorted like a devil, but his heart ached uncontrollably, his chest heaved vigorously, and he suppressed it with all his strength, stretched out his hand to wrap around her wrist again, Give it a hard pull.

Lin Muxue bumped into her arms.

"I don't know what you are angry about, what did I do wrong, I will tell me directly."

The man who always cares about face bowed his head to his woman on the street by accident, but bowed his head in an awkward and unfamiliar manner mixed with anger.

He was waiting for her to give him a step down, but Lin Muxue pushed him away from his arms with an extremely indifferent attitude, raised her head, and met his eyes: "I'm not angry, and I don't need to talk to you What do you say, Mr. Lin, I have nothing to do with you, so I'm not angry with you."

There is nothing more painful than telling someone you love deeply that they are okay.

The heart seemed to be pulled out of the body in an instant, and it took a long time for Qingyang Lin Xiao to keep his anger from erupting.

"I don't believe it." It was almost squeezed out from between the teeth.

The palm wrapped around her wrist again, this time with great force, Lin Muxue couldn't break free.

Ouyang Feiyang has been nervous but waiting for her to deal with it by herself, but Qingyang Lin Xiao's approaching step by step finally made him unable to stand it anymore. He stepped forward, took Lin Muxue's other hand, and said coldly: "Xiaoxue has made it very clear, this is a public place, I hope you will respect yourself."

Qingyang Lin Xiao had nowhere to vent his anger, Ouyang Feiyang suddenly appeared in his field of vision, the long-suppressed anger was like a volcanic eruption, and a fist landed on Ouyang Feiyang's face.

The force was so heavy that Ouyang Feiyang's body retreated a few meters, and one hand under his hand supported his shoulder before he stopped. He covered his nose with one hand, and warm liquid slowly flowed down from his nose. .

"It's not your turn to speak here yet." Qingyang Lin Xiao roared.

Lin Muxue struggled hard with his arm: "Lin Xiao, don't go too far, it's you who can't speak."

Qingyang Lin Xiao was furious, his scarlet eyes mixed with great pain and anger.

I have never done this for anyone, and my whole heart seems to be twisted in a meat grinder.

He confidently thought that it wasn't that she didn't have any feelings for him, but that she didn't have deep feelings for him.

But in her current appearance, there was only anger and rejection towards him on her pale face.

Ouyang Feiyang covered his nose, the blood invaded between his fingers, dripping down slowly, regardless of Qingyang Lin Xiao's fighting power, he stepped forward resolutely: "Xiaoxue is clear enough, as a man, you should save a little face for yourself , the citizens are watching."

There are more and more people watching, and the air of tension in the square permeates the space.

Qingyang Lin Xiao was condescending, and the chill in his pupils expanded obviously.

Ouyang Feiyang stared at him fearlessly, and even stretched out his hand to hold Lin Muxue, pulling him behind him, trying to block her with his body.

One hand was still held by Qingyang Lin Xiao, and Lin Muxue was pulled by two men.

"Let go!!!" She yelled angrily, and the two men ignored her, their eyes facing each other with fierce eyes.

Lin Muxue was already upset enough, but the current situation made her even more unbearable.

Qingyang Lin Xiao's eyes followed Ouyang Feiyang's eyes until they fell on the hand that was holding Lin Muxue.

His face was extremely gloomy, a pistol was exposed in broad daylight and under the strong sunlight, and the muzzle exuded a sinister and hostile aura, just like Qingyang Lin Xiao.

Just as Ouyang Feiyang realized it, his forehead was suddenly pressed against the cold muzzle of the gun.

There was a flash of panic in his expression, but he quickly calmed down again.

There was an exclamation from the crowd, it was unbelievable, and some people thought it was just a toy gun.

Seeing this situation, Lin Muxue pulled Ouyang Feiyang aside and blocked the gun: "If you want to kill him, kill me first."

The vicious and decisive words made Qingyang Lin Xiao's chest suffocate, but the hateful thing was that Ouyang Feiyang pulled Lin Muxue and blocked him again.

In Qingyang Lin Xiao's eyes, they are like a pair of lovers who would rather die for each other.

There was a dull pain that couldn't be surpassed as the stormy waves rolled in his eyes.

The voice of speaking became sullen and fierce: "Since you want to die, I will fulfill you."

Qingyang Lin Xiao seemed to be washed away by anger, the veins on his forehead swelled due to anger, and the pistol returned to Ouyang Feiyang's head, as long as he pulled the trigger, his head would be pierced.

Cold sweat drenched Lin Muxue's back.

"Do you want me to stop you in the same way as last time?"

She roared, because her wrist was restrained, she couldn't grab it, so she could only make him put it down in this way.

She knew that she was cruel to him, and that what she did would make him uncomfortable, but in broad daylight, he didn't want people to see his hands covered in blood, and he didn't want to see the man he loved being regarded as a devil.

I don't even want Ouyang Feiyang to lose his life because of her.

Qingyang Lin Xiao's hand stopped, and the wave of anger that suddenly rushed into his brain rebounded quickly.

The hand holding the pistol was tightly clenched, the bones turned white, and the palm trembled slightly.

Even though Ouyang Feiyang's momentum is still there, his forehead has been condensed with sweat, and his heart is beating wildly in fear.

When the pistol fell to the ground, Qingyang Lin Xiao's face was pale, and his subordinates strode over to pick it up, and quickly backed away from the range he could attack, so as not to be hurt.

Pulling her palm vigorously, Lin Muxue fell into his chest in a hurry. The familiar breath made her want to avoid it quickly, but she was wrapped around the waist by the man's hand. There was no way to hide, no way to escape, she could only struggle in his arms.

(End of this chapter)