Doting wife's husband is too domineering

Chapter 88 Potential threat, brain damage attack (1)
If he spread the news to Silver Wing, what the fuck is that going to be?

When Lan Ruoxi saw An Ran, she turned over and was about to get up, but was stopped by An Ran.

Feng Liang pushed An Ran to the side of the bed, then put his hands behind his back, and straddled An Ran behind him.

"How is it?" An Ran asked Pei Qingyi when she came in, she believed in Pei Qingyi's ability, and when she woke up, it meant that nothing would happen.

Lan Ruoxi shook her head, and said immediately, "My lord, Zhou Xinguo and Su Moru are both dead, I didn't do it!"

"I know."

"I don't know how this happened, I..."

An Ran waved her hand, Feng Liang understood, glanced at Leng Hao, then turned and went out.

Leng Hao directly dragged the stunned Wang Shijie away, leaving only An Ran and Lan Ruoxi in the ward.

An Ran sighed, "Speak."

Lan Ruoxi bit her lips, "Your Majesty, I don't know how I feel about Zhou Xinguo. When he was alive, I wished I could kill him right away, but now that he is dead, I feel uncomfortable. My Majesty, I no……"

At that time, as soon as she stepped into the Zhou family's gate, she felt something was wrong.

The room was too quiet, but the smell of blood in the air made her even more vigilant.And when she walked up to the spiral staircase, when she heard a barely audible breathing sound, she turned on the music on her mobile phone, and the music sounded, and she pretended to answer the phone, thus escaping the catastrophe.

It's just that they didn't expect that they were so courageous that they dared to openly shoot on the streets of the imperial capital!
"It's not your fault." An Ran reassured her, "Who can explain things like feelings? But luckily, you're fine."

Lan Ruoxi bit her lower lip slightly, she looked at An Ran, a little hesitant to speak, her expression looked very puzzled.

"What else do you want to tell me?" An Ran continued to ask.

"No more." She bit her lower lip tightly, not going to say it.

"No more? If there is no more, you will risk your life to come to my ward when you are seriously injured?"

"monarch……"

"Say."

"I may have misread it too, I was just too anxious at the time, I..."

"Who did you see?" An Ran grasped the point and continued to ask.

Lan Ruoxi took a deep breath, and her expression turned serious, "My lord, among the crowd chasing me, I saw someone. That person didn't join in, but he was giving orders to the group of killers. "

"You saw it, who?" A bad premonition crossed An Ran's heart.

"Fu Junhuang, what I saw was Fu Junhuang!"

Soothing music sounded in the house, and An Ran sat on the head of the bed, with an open Grimm's fairy tale on her lap, and a shorthand beside her.

A pen is writing and drawing on the sketchbook, but just writing and writing, the words on the sketchbook are getting more and more scribbled and messy.

tear-

The tip of the pen made a long cut on the paper, and the pen was thrown out at the same time!
The pen hit the wall with a muffled sound, and in an instant, the pen fell apart.

Heavy panting sounded along with the sound of music, An Ran stared at the scrapped sketchbook on her lap, her eyes lowered, full of seriousness.

Glancing at the mobile phone placed by the bed, his eyes became deeper and deeper.

In the end, An Ran still picked up the phone, unlocked it, and her gaze fell on the name on the phone book—the old handsome guy, with dark eyes, leaning against the bedside with a sigh, his brows slightly frowned, and his whole body was full of tired emotions.

handsome old man...

click-

The door of the ward was carefully pushed open from the outside, An Ran raised her head, and when she saw the man in the training uniform at the door, her eyes were slightly surprised.

"Old handsome guy, why..." Are you back?

Fu Junhuang had just finished supper with her last night when he received a call from the army that he had to go back and do something.

An Ran thought that it would take him two days to come back after he left this time, but he didn't expect that he would come back in just one day.

However, the handsome old man looked extremely tired at this time.

Hearing An Ran's slightly startled voice, Fu Junhuang raised his head, and when he saw the Grimm's fairy tale on An Ran's lap, a trace of warmth flashed across his tired eyes.

He took off his coat and shoes, turned on the bed, and hugged An Ran who was still in a state of surprise. Before she had time to ask anything, Fu Junhuang had already fallen asleep.

The irritability in his heart was gradually smoothed because of him, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Turn off the bedside lamp, find a comfortable position in his arms, close your eyes, and sleep next to him.

In a room decorated in European style.

A few figures stood straight in the living room. Today's weather is hot and muggy, but at this time the people in the room were cold and trembling invisibly.

"Master, the mission failed." The leading man mustered up his courage before he took a step forward and looked at the man who was leaning on the sofa with a lazy aura all over his body.

The man didn't speak, and he didn't even look at them in the slightest.

He was fiddling with a photo in his hand. The person in the photo had a warm smile on his lips, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

"Master... people, we, we..." Seeing the man like this, several people suddenly plopped and fell to their knees, "Master, master, please give us another chance! We..."

The man waved his hands, and a black man who had been standing behind him came out of the shadows. He walked in front of those people expressionlessly, and looked down at them.

"No... no, master, we..." The men kneeling on the ground turned pale when they saw the figure walking out.

"In the master's world, there is no word for explanation." A mission failure is a failure, and the price of failure is always life.

The black man didn't give those people a chance to explain. He took out the gun from his arms blankly, and installed the silencer under the terrified eyes of those people.

The people kneeling on the ground watched the black man's every move in horror. After confirming that the master would not let them go, they looked at each other. At the same time, they pulled out their pistols from their arms and were about to shoot at the black man— —

bang bang bang-

Continuous gunshots sounded in the room.

A few seconds later, the room fell into dead silence again.

Whether it was those who wanted to escape or those who wanted to kill black people, they were all lying here.No one ran out of the hall.

The lazy figure didn't raise his head from the beginning to the end, all he could see was his long gray hair.

"Rice, you are too violent." There was a hint of dissatisfaction in the elegant voice, and the man was lying on the sofa, with his legs crossed on the armrest of the sofa, and his head resting on his soft cushion. Like a lazy leopard.

(End of this chapter)