Quickly wear: The male protagonist who dotes on his wife is clingy, crying and jealous.

Jiang Yun felt like her heart was going cold.

Sure enough, the bosses in the east and west districts are all the same, putting a gun to someone's head at every turn.

She took a deep breath and said, "Uncle, I'm hungry."

"Didn't you just eat?" Mu Chaohua put down the gun and raised his hand to rub his beating temples.

What kind of daughter did Jiang Haidong raise to defeat him?

Jiang Yun looked at him eagerly, with only one word in her eyes: hungry.

Thinking that there were still some candies in the room, Mu Chaohua turned around and went back to get them. Jiang Yun immediately followed him and bumped into his back again.

It's hard, like stone.

She covered her red forehead, her eyes were red and painful, and she looked really stupid.

The corners of Mu Chaohua's tight lips curled up involuntarily, "Get out."

"Thank you, uncle." Jiang Yun took the candy, happily ate it and ran out.

Mu Chaohua had a sullen face, silently closed the door and locked it.

He is only twenty-eight, and the sixth son has said that he will never grow old.

Why should she call her uncle?

Jiang Yun went to bed after eating the candy. Now she was so dirty that she couldn't take a shower even if she wanted to.

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

She sighed and quickly fell asleep.

She is still useful, and they don't dare to touch her yet.

It was also an unfavorable time, and he was only two hundred meters away from home, but he was kidnapped.

The next day, Jiang Yun was awakened by a burst of gunfire. The man strode in with his hands on his shoulders and looked at her sternly.

"Uncle, you're injured." Jiang Yun hurried forward, speaking concerned, but there was a bit of gloating in his eyes that could not be discerned.

The man's bloody palm touched her cheek, then held it tightly, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, "Miss Jiang, you look happy?"

"Uncle, it hurts." She looked at him with tears in her eyes, stood on tiptoes and tried her best to raise her head and blow on his shoulder.

He seemed to be working very hard to blow his wounds.

The little mouth is still rosy.

Mu Chaohua chuckled softly, put his strong arms around her waist, and strode towards the room.

Jiang Yun struggled slightly, "Uncle!"

He hugged her and threw her on the sofa in the room. Mu Chaohua unbuttoned his collar and exposed his strong chest. He chuckled without any emotion and said, "What are you afraid of? I won't eat you."

He grabbed her hand and pressed it on his shoulder. He didn't seem to feel any pain at all. He stared at her face with his dark eyes and breathed heavily, "You will repay your father for the good things he did."

"Uncle, I don't know anything." Jiang Yun hooked her fingers and clasped his wound, causing him more pain.

Mu Chaohua's expression remained calm, but the blood stained their hands and clothes red.

He walked to the side and took the medicine box over, hugged her onto his lap, sat across her legs with her calves, clasped her waist and wrists, and said in a commanding tone: "Help me put the medicine on, and be obedient."

"I won't." Jiang Yun refused without hesitation.

Mu Chaohua looked at her with unclear meaning, squeezed her waist with his big hands, and said with a threat in his voice, "Are you ready?"

Jiang Yun's body softened, her eyes irritated at him, and she was forced to give him the medicine helplessly.

Just mess around.

The wound on the shoulder was caused by a bullet grazing it. It did not damage the bones. It looked like there was a lot of blood, but for people like them who had been licking blood from the tip of the knife all year round, it could only be regarded as a minor injury.

Mu Chaohua let her do whatever she wanted, watching as she pretended to hurt his wound and then wrapped it lamely with gauze.

After taking care of the wound, Jiang Yun twisted her body to go down, gently pushing his chest with both hands, "Uncle, I want to take a shower."

"It's better to be ugly." He said calmly, slowly pinching her thin neck with his calloused fingers, "Do you think your father can still recognize you?"

Jiang Yun was speechless and shrank her feet to go around.

Mu Chaohua held her calf tightly, put his uninjured arm around her waist, and carried her to the bathroom.

"Uncle, I have no clothes to wear." Jiang Yun looked at him seriously.

"If you don't have it, don't wear it." Mu Chaohua said coldly.

Jiang Yun: "..."

"Oh." She went in to take a shower.

Mu Chaohua asked someone to bring clothes, picked a few sets and placed them at the bathroom door.

Looking at the long skirt in front of her, which was either pink or white, Jiang Yun felt a little unable to accept it.

The boss's hobbies are really unique.

She picked the pink one and put it on, it fit just right, it didn't look crowded on the chest, and the size was just right.

Hearing the commotion in the house, Mu Chaohua opened the door and came in. He saw Jiang Yun standing in front of the mirror looking left and right, and stood calmly watching on the edge.

Suitable for a mascot, really good-looking.

"Uncle, you are so kind." Jiang Yun ran over and smiled at him.

Mu Chaohua pointed over his shoulder, "Your father sold you, and I don't want that batch of goods anymore."

His voice was as calm as water, as if he was talking about an extremely ordinary thing.

Jiang Yun was stunned, quickly turned around and ran out.

Mu Chaohua reached out and grabbed her, bent down and picked her up, then threw her on the bed.

The big springy bed made people bounce up, so Jiang Yun quickly slipped under the bed.

The man's strong arms were supported on both sides of her body, and he leaned over her, breathing heavily.

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