Chapter 149 "Don't worry, smash it. If you smash it to death, it's mine."

Wen Ran saw that Jiang Jichuan could no longer support his body with one hand and slid down the sofa.

With the hand covering his forehead, bright red blood could not stop flowing out from between his fingers.

She didn't care what Zhou Qixiao said about whether she felt sorry or not.

This was a human life!

She patted Zhou Qixiao's arm that was blocking her: "First, take him to the hospital!"

But instead of letting go of Zhou Qixiao's arm, he actually She was wrapped a little tighter, and Wen Ran couldn't speak intermittently.

Others don't know it, but Zhou Qixiao himself knows that he is still accurate in his actions.

This ashtray can knock people unconscious, but it will definitely not only kill them.

He looked at Jiang Jichuan, who looked like he was about to pass, and sneered: "You have to pretend to be dead if you are in trouble, how about I just send you into the coffin?"

Wen Ran saw Jiang Jichuan weakly closing his eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.

He couldn't really be dead!

She immediately started struggling with her hands and feet: "Zhou Qixiao, what if he is really dead!"

"What else can he do if he is thrown into the mountains to feed the wolves?" Zhou Qixiao didn't care, "Of course, it depends on you. For the sake of honor, I can also give him a coffin."

Wen Ran also realized at this time that this is Nanzhou.

If Zhou Qixiao wanted to kill Jiang Jichuan, it would be easy.

The uneasiness that had been ignored by her but hidden deep in her heart finally became clear.

If she had been in Nanzhou from the moment she was born, she might be able to understand Zhou Qixiao's way of survival.

But she lives in a peaceful country.

Murder is illegal, fighting leads to jail time.

It is not the words of a warlord.

Zhou Qixiao is interested in her now and can be completely obedient to her.

But people's hearts are unpredictable and most uncontrollable. If one day his interest loses, how will he treat her

and what ability will she have to protect herself?

Only an even love can last long.

Nowadays, she is more like Zhou Qixiao's beloved plaything...

The more I think about it, the more I feel chills.

Wen Ran tried her best to calm herself down, turned her head to look at Zhou Qixiao, and reasoned with him: "What he did is not worthy of death. How about sending him to the hospital first?"

She had hope in her heart, hoping that the relationship between them would be better now. Relationship can make him respect her ideas.

"Okay." Zhou Qixiao said and relaxed the strength on his arm.

When Wen Ran heard this, her uneasy heart suddenly returned. Just when she was about to smile at Zhou Qixiao, she heard him continue: "You give him an ashtray to prove that you don't feel sorry for him. I will send him to the hospital immediately."

Wen Ran The corners of his mouth that had just been raised froze on his face.

Is this... what kind of logic is this?

Zhou Qi Xiao stepped forward and grabbed the ashtray that fell on the ground. When he saw the blood on the corner, he wiped it twice on the sofa in disgust, then turned around and handed it to Wen Ran.

"Don't worry, smash it. If you smash it to death, it's mine."

Zhou Qixiao's voice was low and magnetic, and the coldness hidden in his unfocused eyes almost solidified.

Wen Ran could see that he was not joking.

I really want her to take action.

"You still want me to help you?" Zhou Qixiao said as he took back the hand holding the ashtray.

Wen Ran was afraid that he would hit it again, so he grabbed the ashtray.

Although most of the blood on it has been wiped off, the sticky feeling still seems to remain on it.

Wen Ran's hands were shaking a little. She licked her lips habitually, raised her head and looked at Zhou Qixiao nervously.

"No, it shouldn't be like this."

"What's that like?" Zhou Qixiao took half a step toward Wen Ran, pinched her cheek, and looked into her eyes, "You couldn't have noticed that he came here specially. Just to put a shit basin on my head."

"To please you to alienate us." Zhou Qixiao suddenly bowed and moved his face closer. Wearing black contact lenses, his eyes were too gloomy. Wen Ran, who felt so oppressed, subconsciously wanted to escape, "This way "You are still soft-hearted?"

Wen Ran almost followed Zhou Qixiao's logic and left. At the moment of panic and confusion, she suddenly woke up.

"This is not a matter of being soft-hearted! I didn't believe him, just let him go. Is it wrong for me to smash an ashtray on his head just because of this!"

Wen Ran shouted back with some excitement. , it felt as if the ashtray in her hand weighed a thousand pounds, making her shake uncontrollably even more.

Jiang Jichuan is like this. If he is hit again, he will probably die.

Zhou Qixiao grabbed her wrist holding the ashtray, then walked around behind her, holding her in his arms with his tall body.

Forcing her to walk step by step towards Jiang Jichuan next to the sofa.

Wen Ran felt her wrist being held up. She shook her head in fear and wanted to let go of the ashtray in her hand, but the man's big hand held her hand tightly, preventing her from letting go.

"Why should I prove Zhou Qixiao! Let go!"

Zhou Qixiao's thumb rubbed the back of Wen Ran's hand affectionately, but his words were as cold as a thorn, "Why can't you shoot the person who wants to hurt me? He wants to too." Why can't you hurt me?"

"This is not the same thing at all!" Wen Ran felt that Zhou Qixiao was unreasonable.

If she gets started today, she will really do a lot of damage to Jiang Jichuan.

She will have nightmares in her life!

How to explain to her godmother! What

if her godmother gets sick ?

Wen Ran's head turned rapidly, thinking about how to persuade Zhou Qixiao.

But the man didn't give her a chance to think at all. He raised the hand holding hers and was about to smash it down.

Wen Ran growled: "Don't make me hate you!"

This sentence made Zhou Qixiao stop.

He even let go of Wen Ran's hand and took two steps back.

Wen Ran hurriedly threw the ashtray in his hand on the sofa and quickly turned to look at Zhou Qixiao.

The man still looked lazy, but with a mocking smile on his lips.

It seemed to be saying: Look, Wen Mianmian, you just can't let him go!

This sarcastic look in his eyes made Wen Ran's temper rise.

She knew that men were arbitrary and incommunicable!

Why did she have an affair with him just because she didn't smash the ashtray on his head?

What kind of logic is this!

Akina had fried the eggs and came over to ask when dinner would be served. , the living room was tense and eerily quiet.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed Jiang Jichuan lying on the sofa.

The fight

started,

but the boss didn't know who was injured at this time and who would be more likely to win sympathy.

His bad temper could only push Wen Ran further!

She hurriedly reached out and grabbed Shengqing who was stuffing fried eggs into his mouth, "Go, take him to the hospital."

Zhou Qixiao, who had not spoken yet, threatened in a low voice: "Let's see who dares to send him."