Doting wife's husband is too domineering

Chapter 48 His panic
There were bursts of gunshots in her ears, but An Ran's heart was peaceful. She curled up in his arms, her lips curled slightly, and she wrapped her hands around his waist, whispering: "I know .I'm not afraid."

"Hold me tight." Fu Junhuang whispered in her ear, An Ran did as he said, and hugged him tightly.

Just when she hugged him tightly, Fu Junhuang stood up abruptly, aiming the gun at Yan Ziye's eyebrows accurately!

Yan Ziye, who was about to change the magazine, paused for a moment, and then a strange smile appeared on his feminine face, "Fu Junhuang, you can't kill me."

boom--

The bullet fell into Yan Ziye's shoulder!

Yan Ziye took a few steps back. The pain made his complexion pale, but the smile on his face remained unchanged. Just as he was about to say something, a soft cell phone rang suddenly, and to match the ringing of the cell phone, It was a cold voice: Yan Ziye, get out.

An Ran was taken aback, she couldn't hear that voice wrongly, it was her voice.

Yan Ziye ignored the pain in his shoulder, he picked up the phone, and after hearing a few words from the person on the other end, his complexion suddenly turned pale!
He didn't look at An Ran, he covered his shoulders, and ran out with a pale face——

Fu Junhuang didn't bring An Ran back to the main residence of the Fu family, but carried her to an apartment outside his home.

The furnishings in the apartment are very simple, but the color tone is rare and warm.

An Ran and Fu Junhuang came back here occasionally to live for a period of time, and there was only the atmosphere of the two of them in the apartment, and there was no third person.

Fu Junhuang carefully put An Ran on the bed, his face was condensed, since Qin Zhai came out, he didn't say a word to her, just hugged her all the way.

An Ran stretched out her hand to grab him, but Fu Junhuang got up too quickly, before she touched him, he had already gone out.

The moment the door was closed, An Ran felt her heart pounding.

An Ran was lying on the bed, her eyes fell on the closed door, she seemed to be waiting for something, just when she was about to give up, the door was pushed open, and Fu Junhuang walked away with a glass of white water in his hand Come in.

Putting the water on the coffee table by the bed, he lifted her up, let her lean into his arms, put a capsule in his hand into her mouth, and fed her water. After she finished drinking, he Put her down again and let her lie flat on her back.

An Ran knew that capsule was an antidote developed by Qin Men for riddles. She didn't ask him why he knew what drug was given to her, and she still had the antidote in her hand. She didn't want to ask more, she just wanted to know, what Only then can you not be angry.

It's been a long time since he got angry with her.

That was eight years ago. When he woke up from a coma, he didn't hug her to comfort her, he just looked at her quietly.

At that time, he didn't say a word, just watched quietly, until finally, she looked at him and smiled, and she told him that she was fine, and he protected her, then there was a slight smile in his quiet eyes. A little loose.

He is blaming himself.

She understands.

Fu Junhuang was sitting on the strings of the bed, his deep eyes fell on An Ran's slightly pale complexion, but the hands hanging on his lap were clenched into fists, and the breath around him was gradually turning cold.

"I'm fine, it's just that my body is a little weak." An Ran reached out to shake Fu Junhuang's hand, but before she could touch his, he had already moved her hand away.

An Ran struggled to sit up, she leaned in front of Fu Junhuang, but when the effect of the enigma passed, her body became weaker, she smiled wryly at him: "Old handsome guy..."

A trace of emotion flashed across the deep eyes, and her stiff body moved closer to her. The moment he pressed against her, An Ran retracted her whole body into his embrace, and she buried her head in his chest On, let out a long breath.

"Old handsome guy, look, I'm fine, I'm fine, don't stop talking to me, I..." I was scared.

How ridiculous, Master Qin, who was intimidating in all directions back then, would feel scared because he didn't speak alone.

She was worried that he would walk into a dead end and be unable to get out as he did back then.

The hands around her tightened slightly, and Fu Junhuang, who had been keeping his face cold and stiff, loosened slightly. He buried his face in her neck, and sprayed his scorching breath on her naked body. On the outer skin, his voice was hoarse and dry: "I don't want it in the future."

"Well, no more." An Ran smiled lightly in his arms, "Old handsome guy, sleep with me for a while, I'm tired." She was so weak that she didn't even want to say a word.

"Okay." He laid her flat again, took off his coat, went to bed, took her into his arms, pressed her against his chest, and pressed her handsome chin against her hair Top, eyes slightly closed, breathing steadily.

The brilliance of the setting sun spilled into the bedroom through the window, and the orange light shone on the big bed where the two hugged and slept together, making it extraordinarily warm.

the other side.

Qin Yuzhe was sitting in the car, looking at the scenery outside the car window with a gloomy face.

In the Qin residence, when he saw Yan Ziye running out with a pale face, without saying a word, he threw the antidote in his hand to the woman who had been shot, and ran out with the gun in his hand.

The people outside did not dare to stop Yan Ziye. When he chased him out, Yan Ziye's car had already driven out for a long way. Without saying a word, he drove directly after him.

However, he was lost after all.

There are ghosts in Yan Ziye's place.

On the outskirts of the imperial capital, in a village, there is a three-story villa. No one knows who the owner of the villa is. The name of the village where people live here is only occasionally seen. House owner.

A limousine rushed over, and stopped in front of the Dong villa under the surprised eyes of everyone. A handsome man in a dark suit and white gloves got out of the car with a cold face. In order to close it in time, people have already entered the villa.

Rich people are not afraid that others will steal their cars.

The villagers couldn't stop curling their lips when they saw it.

As soon as Yan Ziye entered the gate, several foreign men in white coats came over, including a middle-aged woman with an anxious face.

"Master, just now MH7's physical function suddenly began to decline, and its organs began to dry up, but we..." The middle-aged woman held the report in her hand and looked at Yan Ziye with a serious face.

Yan Ziye ignored what the middle-aged woman said, and he walked upstairs quickly. When he opened the door of the room on the third floor closest to Li, his expression softened instantly, and he walked slowly to the In front of the big bed, he knelt down slowly on the soft carpet.

(End of this chapter)