The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

"Take you home."

Her throat was dry, and Su Mucheng knew that Fu Shuang was a poor person.

"Wha... what?" Fu Shuang's eyes were filled with shock, and something in her heart was severely touched.

"Don't talk, be quiet."

Su Mucheng handed the person over to Mo Yi, her eyes were bloodshot, and her fierce look was about to burst out.

She stood up and stared at Qiu Yun with cold eyes: "Who touched her?"

The tears all over her body were dispersed without any suppression.

"Orange."

Mo Yanchen took two steps forward and held her hand. It was really cold, so he protected it carefully to keep it warm.

He said in a low voice: "Don't be so impulsive, leave it to me."

Su Mucheng: "?"

He laughed: "Didn't I say that if you want to stir up trouble, I will not only cooperate but also help you?"

The tears that broke through the bones were controlled somewhat by Mo Yanchen.

She pursed her lips and stood behind him.

Mo Yanchen raised his chin. Unlike before, his voice was cold and cold: "Hand over the person who committed the torture."

The voice was neither fast nor slow, but full of compelling and intimidating power.

Qiu Yun raised her head suddenly, almost unable to believe it: "What did you say?"

"Fu Shuang is one of mine. I made a mistake. When I deal with a subordinate, Master Chen has to intervene?"

"It's none of my business how you deal with your subordinates." The man still had that indifferent and cold aura: "But this person involves Chengcheng, so I can't sit still."

"So, you want to go to war with me for this person? Don't forget, this is Qizhou, not Haishi!"

She pointed at Su Mucheng, and her breathing became heavy with anger: "Are you sure you want to stand by her without any scruples?"

"Wrong." The man chuckled, still warming the girl's hand, and his nonchalant expression showed a bit of cruelty: "This is not called standing aside, this is called supporting, do you understand?"

Qiu Yun held a sigh of relief in her heart, feeling depressed.

She pursed her lips and said nothing for a long time.

In today's posture, she didn't want to be his enemy.

After a moment of silence, she took a step back: "You can take me away, but don't pursue anything else."

This is her limit.

In front of so many people, no trace of her face was left on the ground.

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Su Mucheng's deep laughter, like the melodious strings of a piano, low and dazzling.

The girl raised her head, narrowed her eyes, looked at Qiu Yun and smiled: "The word "let's forget the past" is too pretentious. As for me, I like the wind and water to change, and I will turn to death! Do you understand?"

Fu Shuang has been injured like this. Why don't you just say don't pursue it any further and just want to end it?

It's beautiful to think.

"Su Mucheng! Don't push yourself too far!"

"So much nonsense."

Almost as soon as Su Mucheng finished speaking, Qiu Quan groaned.

He held his left shoulder, and bright red blood flowed from the seams of his hands.

Mo Yi took back the silenced gun in his hand, his face expressionless.

Like nothing happened.

Su Mucheng: "?"

She raised her head and looked at Mo Yanchen. The man smiled and said, "Don't be angry, and don't move your hands, it's dirty."

He knew the little girl's temper right away.

He gave Mo Yi a look.

"Are you still quite good at being a human being?"

Su Mucheng was indeed ready to take action. It must be Qiu Quan ordered by Qiu Yun to torture Fu Shuang like this.

She could think of it, let alone Mo Yanchen.

The man's eyes were filled with a thin smile. Looking at her ears, Su Mucheng heard the deep and mellow voice brushing by her ears: "You can't be a good person at home, but you have to be good outside."

Su Mucheng raised her head expressionlessly: "..."

It’s pretty fucking cool.

No matter what the situation, this man can talk nonsense.

"but."

Su Mucheng tilted her head and smiled, wildly and wildly. She placed the fingertips of her right hand lightly on the trigger and said in a casual tone: "There are some things that can be more relieved if you do it yourself."

"ah one one"

The moment she finished speaking, Qiu Quan groaned in pain and knelt on the ground with one leg weak.

There was a red hole on his knee, and blood was pouring out.

Su Mucheng shot him in the kneecap.

Qiu Yunqi's hands were shaking, and she stared at Su Mucheng as if she wanted to eat her alive.

Finally, she slowly moved her gaze to Mo Yanchen, her eyes flushed.

"Mo Yanchen."

She gritted her teeth every word, feeling angry and hateful.

"Don't mess with her again."

The man's warning voice contained a stern tone.

Qiu Yun stared at their backs until they disappeared.

After a moment, she suddenly smiled.

Don't mess with her?

But she hit her muzzle came up.

There was a cold light in Qiu Yun's eyes. Her fate with Su Mucheng was far more than that.