The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

Mo Yanchen suddenly opened his eyelids, and his narrow eyes suddenly condensed into a storm.

"address."

He picked up his coat with one hand and his car keys with the other and strode outside.

.........

Seeing Su Mucheng stop, Fan Tian smiled and stepped forward.

"Miss Su, you don't want to miss this scene, right?"

Su Mucheng didn't speak, just looked in the direction ahead. Fan Tian was not in a hurry and just stood by and waited. He believed that she would definitely not be able to refuse this bargaining chip.

There was a quiet atmosphere, and the air became calm for a moment.

Only the cold wind kept blowing, messing up the girl's hair. The tip of her nose was slightly red from the cold, and there was still no expression on her delicate little face.

Fan Tian was unexpectedly calm.

After a while, he suddenly heard a meaningful chuckle.

Su Mucheng turned around, turned her head to look at Fan Tian, ​​and looked at him unavoidably.

Calm, calm, even wise.

She smiled disdainfully: "Fan Tian, ​​I thought you were very capable, but it turns out that you are just playing dirty tricks."

The corners of her lips were undisguisedly sarcastic, and the corners of her upturned eyes were evil.

He stood casually and tilted his head, seeming to find it funny.

This was Fan Tian's completely unexpected reaction.

The determination on his face cracked in an instant. He half-squinted his eyes and stared at the woman in front of him.

Really, different from other women.

He sneered, and suddenly grabbed Su Mucheng's wrist, grabbed her tightly, and pulled her towards him forcefully.

Reflexively, the moment he touched her skin, Su Mucheng raised her leg and kicked him.

The attack is very ruthless.

Fan Tian didn't expect that she would suddenly take action and react so quickly. Due to the inertia he had always had, the force on his hand suddenly increased.

Pain shot through my wrist instantly.

Su Mucheng just frowned and said nothing.

The other hand quickly took out the Swiss Army knife he carried with him from his pocket, and without any hesitation, he pierced Fan Tian's chest.

"You want me to die?"

His face was instantly clouded, his voice was tainted with a bit of ferocity, and his hand was even tighter, as if he was trying to force her to take it back.

After not coming back for several days, Fu Shuang walked to the window and opened it, wanting to get some air. She looked down inadvertently, and suddenly her pupils shrank suddenly.

The next second, she slammed the window glass, turned around, opened the door, and rushed out quickly.

When he was only about 100 meters away, Fu Shuang's steps suddenly stopped.

Over there, Mo Yanchen, dressed in black, held a gun, pointed the muzzle at Fan Tian's wrist, and pressed the trigger without any hesitation.

Su Mucheng loosened her wrist and looked up to see the bloody wound on Fan Tian's hand.

She turned around subconsciously and saw Mo Yanchen striding towards her. The man's eyes were murderous.

Her fingers loosened from the gun on her lower back.

"Chengcheng, how are you? Are you okay?"

He stretched out his long arms and hugged the person fearfully. No one knew how panicked he was when he saw Fan Tian holding Su Mucheng.

"fine."

At the same time, the entire community was sealed and surrounded, and not only Mo Yanchen's people, but Fan Tian's people also came out.

The men and horses on both sides stood facing each other.

"Mo Yanchen." He curled his lips coldly: "You dare to shoot in Haishi."

Mo Yanchen carefully examined the little girl in his arms, pulled her behind him, and glanced at Fan Tian coldly with his solemn eyes.

Even his voice had a sharp edge: "Fan Tian, ​​you are quite courageous."

Fan Tian lowered his head and glanced at his hand that was still bleeding, anger welling up in his eyes.

His eyes fell on Su Mucheng, who was protected in his arms, and he suddenly smiled.

"It seems that I must treat the person you care so much about well."

This was a sea market, and in the community, he really didn't believe that Mo Yanchen would dare to do anything blatantly.

not to mention……

Fan Tiantian stood there calmly. He waved his hand. The man behind him put down his gun and took a step back.

"Mo Yanchen, let me remind you, don't just focus on women."

In the black market, the trap he set up was quite big.

As expected, one of Mo Yanchen's wings will be cut off over there.

Su Mucheng looked up and saw the inevitable trend in Fan Tian's eyes.

She pursed her lips, and the scene Fan Tian mentioned suddenly sounded in her head, and her pupils shrank suddenly.

Could all of this be a trap set up by Fan Tian?

He has another purpose!