The gun was silenced.
With one shot, the bald man clutched his right arm in pain, blood streaming down his face.
Ji Huaishen slowly handed the gun to Gu Zuo, his tone languid: "Sorry, your hand... it's an eyesore to me."
Cold and heartless words are like a death sentence.
His expression remained unchanged; he didn't even blink when he fired the shot.
His chilling aura sent shivers down people's spines.
Mu Xiaocheng's eyes trembled involuntarily as they were covered.
Even with his eyes blocked, she knew what had happened.
She suddenly understood why everyone was afraid of him.
The bald man collapsed to the ground in pain.
Cold sweat poured down his forehead.
His hands...
What Ji Huaishen just asked him doesn't count at all; he did it on purpose.
They're deliberately torturing him like this!
He crippled his hand without even blinking.
This man was indeed as cold-blooded and ruthless as the rumors suggested.
"Mr. Ji, I... I really know I was wrong. Please, forgive me this time..."
Because he had lost too much blood, the bald man's voice was weak, but he was still begging for mercy.
Ji Huaishen didn't speak. He only saw the well-trained men in black suits subdue all of the bald man's men and quickly take them away.
The hand that had been blocking his way finally let go.
Mu Xiaocheng couldn't help but look at him, and at his beautiful hands.
Are you scared?
His deep, sexy voice rang in her ear.
When he asked this question, even Ji Huaishen himself didn't realize that his voice was trembling, or rather, that he was afraid.
Mu Xiaocheng suddenly felt that the person in front of her was somewhat unfamiliar.
It seems she really doesn't understand him at all.
Her gaze lingered on the spot where the bald man had just stood, where a large pool of blood lay.
Mu Xiaocheng pursed her dry lips, then shook her head.
"I'm not some innocent, pure white lotus, so how could I possibly be afraid?"
Upon hearing her say that, Ji Huaishen suddenly smiled.
A gentle smile touched the corners of her eyes and brows.
His Mu Mu doesn't dislike him.
He was very happy.
She didn't mind his blood-stained hands.
The winter night was a bit cold, and Mu Xiaocheng wasn't wearing many layers when she came out, so her hands were still icy cold.
She rubbed her hands together, but was suddenly pulled into Ji Huaishen's arms.
His warm breath enveloped her instantly, leaving no gaps.
What are you doing?
Mu Xiaocheng asked irritably, "This guy is taking advantage of me again."
Mr. Ji held her tightly, savoring her scent with longing.
"Let me warm you up."
He hasn't seen her, hugged her, or kissed her all day.
He misses her very much.
Mu Xiaocheng squirmed in his arms, but he held her tightly in his arms.
"Be good, don't move around."
His voice was hoarse, his breath hot, and the temperature around him inexplicably rose.
Sensing Ji Huaishen's unusual behavior, Mu Xiaocheng paused for a moment. She wasn't a child who didn't understand anything.
Instantly, I dared not move.
Her face flushed red, and she deliberately changed the subject, saying, "We need to take the little turtle to the hospital in a bit; he's a little injured."
Hearing her say that, Ji Huaishen frowned and looked at Song Guiran, who was still talking to the girl not far away.
"I'll have someone send him there."
His tone was firm and left no room for argument.
Mu Xiaocheng blinked and continued, "Ji Huaishen, can you let me go first?"
She really felt awkward about it.
"Give me another hug."
"Just a moment."
His voice suddenly deepened, coaxing, and filled with deep longing.
One time isn't enough!
A lifetime is never enough.
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