Sweet pet sweet wife: President, please sign the divorce

"Wanwan, where are you going?"

They are not far apart.

The smell of Tan Zihan's body and the smell of the gardenia in Ke Shubai's hand merged in the air, turning into an indescribably disgusting smell.

Ye Guiwan has always been sensitive to smells, but at this time she suppressed the urge to vomit.

With sharp eyebrows, he rushed ahead of Wang Haoyi and Tan Ziyue and said, "Let them go."

Ke Shubai smiled, his emerald green eyes seemed to be covered with ice, which was frighteningly cold.

He took a deep breath of the scent of gardenia in his hand, and then threw it on the ground mercilessly.

Ke Shubai thought about the stalemate between himself and Ye Guiwan in the past few days, and always wanted to find something to make up for it. He went to the greenhouse and personally picked her favorite gardenias to please her.

But what about her?

She took people with her, ready to rescue the useless people he dealt with.

"What if I don't?"

He was still smiling, and he didn't seem to think that what he said was too much.

"Sir, this is illegal imprisonment and an illegal act."

Ke Shubai glanced at Wang Haoyi who was carrying Tan Zihan behind his back. Ke Shubai knew this person well.

A policeman who is more difficult than his father is only looking for him.

"is it?"

Ke Shubai took a step towards them, and all three of them took a step back, including Ye Guiwan.

Ke Shubai was a little hurt, he thought that Wan Wan would not be afraid of him.

In any case, he wouldn't hurt her, would he?

But she didn't seem to believe it.

It didn't matter, he didn't trust her now anyway.

even.

Their fear and vigilance of his approach made Ke Shubai want to laugh.

He simply stopped coming forward and called softly, "Seventeen."

Tan Zihan, who seemed to be dead quietly on Wang Haoyi's back, struggled to get off Wang Haoyi's back after hearing Ke Shubai's cry.

The person who was as dead ashes suddenly seemed to be wrapped in a storm, bursting out with a force that even Wang Haoyi couldn't control.

Then Tan Zihan obediently stood in front of Ke Shubai.

Not bad, there is still a little loyalty to use, Ke Shubai thought.

Like talking, like ordering, more like bewitching, Ke Shubai asked Tan Zihan.

"Seventeen, tell them who the bad guys are."

Except for Ye Guiwan, Tan Ziyue and Wang Haoyi's hearts were raised. Just by the wound on her wrist, she should know who is the one who really saved her.

But Ye Guiwan knew that Seventeen would only listen to Ke Shubai's words.

Ye Guiwan thought, even if Ke Shubai asked Shiqi to kill Tan Ziyue and Wang Haoyi now, Shiqi would obediently do so.

So let alone just a testimonial.

Tan Zihan is the Tan Zihan in their memory, and now she is just the Seventeen created by Ke Shubai.

Among the four pairs of eyes, Shi Qi's hand was slowly raised, and the wound on the wrist was condensed again, like a red rope hanging there, but the occasional raised flesh made it look extraordinarily terrifying.

When her calm eyes swept over Tan Ziyue, she struggled for a moment.

Immediately suppressed by a stronger force, she pointed at Wang Haoyi and Tan Ziyue.

Ke Shubai knew better than anyone that Shi Qi's struggle was useless.

Now it seems that loyalty is not enough.

But he still won the game, Ke Shubai raised his lips slightly satisfied.

"See? Do you know who the bad guy is?"

There was a brief silence in the villa.

Ke Shubai spoke again, "I won't see off the guests."