The sweet wife is too fierce: Mr. Lu, get out of here!

Lu Yicheng raised his eyes, although he really wanted to say that other people had nothing to do with him, but when he met Qiao Anhao's eyes, he couldn't say anything, but he was slightly helpless.

He reached out and rubbed Qiao Anhao's head, and sighed softly.

"Can't you worry about yourself first?"

His hand picked up Qiao Anhao's leg. The slender leg was wrapped in gauze, and the blood soaked out from the wound, staining the gauze red.

Qiao Anhao was uncomfortable being watched, her legs retracted, and Lu Yicheng tried to block her injury but was restrained by Lu Yicheng's hands. He lowered his head and kissed her instep, Qiao Anhao was stunned for a moment.

She looked at Lu Yicheng in surprise, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and there was an indescribable sourness in her heart.

She knew what a proud man Lu Yisheng was, but this man put down all his dignity in front of her and let her mess around and let her ride on his head.

He reached out and grabbed Lu Yicheng's skirt, and pulled him up.

She kissed his lips, restrained as if a dragonfly touched water, and said softly, "Lu Yicheng, I actually don't regret meeting you at all."

She once resented and hated this man, but she has always loved him deeply.

"I only regret not being able to protect you."

"I'm not a flower in the conservatory, Yisheng, you have to trust me." Qiao Anhao smiled, and her willow eyebrows were raised slightly, revealing that familiar and heart-warming and bright smile.

Her eyes fell on Situ Yan who was in the distance, and there was a faint cold light in those indifferent eyes.

She, Qiao An, had well remembered the enmity between the two shots.

At the moment when Qiao An was so tender, Wen Liang couldn't hold back her attack on Situ Yan long ago. Wherever she went with her long whip, sawdust flew up, and her attack was quick and powerful.

Just like her appearance, that gorgeous appearance is as breathtaking in beauty.

But this beauty is the kind that kills people.

Situ Yan also realized that Wen Liang's discussion was actually trying to kill him. He barely avoided the long whip in Wen Liang's hand with his fan, but he couldn't get close to Wen Liang.

Because Wen Liang's weapon was not only a long whip, but also the Wen family's invisible dagger, Situ Yan couldn't get close to her at all.

In addition, it was impossible for him to play hard against Wen Liang, so he was suppressed everywhere.

"Situ Yan, if you don't show some strength, I'm afraid you will die in my hands today." Wen Liang said confidently, with a sharp beauty in the flaming red lips.

That kind of beauty is intuitive, enchanting and pleasant.

The corner of Situ Yan's mouth twitched slightly, the more he looked at Wen Liang, the more he was satisfied. He wrapped Wen Liang's long whip with a fan and pulled it hard.

Wen Liang stepped back, and the two of them were in a stalemate.

"I planted a bunch of bombs in Wen's house."

Situ Yan moved his thin lips, and spit out words that made Wen Liang's eyes tremble. She looked at him in shock, and Situ Yan pulled her into his arms while Wen Liang was in a daze.

Wen Liang didn't check for a while, and fell into his arms directly.

His hand landed on her waist, kissed her lips directly, floated gently along her curve, and finally landed on Wen Liang's lower abdomen, it was this action that made Wen Liang react.

She stepped on Situ Yan's instep, but Situ Yan didn't seem to feel the pain, so he bit his lip Wen Liang.

The two breathed intertwined, but their mouths were filled with the smell of blood.

But even so, Situ Yan never let go of Wen Liang.