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

Heizi held back what he was about to say. He was so excited when he saw their Master Hua being kissed. Unfortunately, he couldn't stop speaking once he opened his mouth, so he could only go back and talk to Liuzi.

Many acquaintances came, many came over to say hello, and many fawned over me.

Now that there are three pillars of power, many people are watching the excitement and privately discussing who will be the last one.

There was a burst of excitement at the door, and Heizi immediately bent down and said, "Master Hua, Jiang Haidong is here."

Jiang Haidong originally didn't want to come today. The food he ate from Mu Chaohua yesterday was enough to fill his stomach.

As people get older, they want to be more comfortable.

He was now thinking about how to rescue his daughter from Mu Chaohua.

Mu Chaohua and his brothers were so shameless that they even arrested his daughter!

After receiving the news that Jiang Yun came to Mr. Liu's banquet, he immediately came with his people.

As soon as he saw his precious daughter, he glanced at Liu Zi beside her with a heavy look, and waved directly behind him.

He doesn't care about Fourth Master Liu's party, but he does care about his daughter.

A large number of people broke in, and the sound of guns being fired suddenly sounded all around.

Liuzi reacted, grabbed Jiang Yun's neck, put a gun to her head, and threatened people not to come close.

Mu Chaohua's eyes turned cold, he stood up from the sofa and rolled up his sleeves calmly.

"Let go of my daughter!" Jiang Haidong looked at Liu Zi and spat, "Do you little bastards from the East District understand the rules of the road? You can steal my daughter!"

The six sons said nothing, only waiting for Mu Chaohua to speak.

Facing Mu Chaohua's indifferent expression, the back of his neck suddenly felt chilly.

Mr. Hua was always calm and calm and would never show such an expression, and this expression was still on him now.

Did he do something wrong?

Jiang Yun struggled for a while, but Mu Chaohua came over and held her hand, and the gun on her head was pushed away.

Then a gun was placed on his waist, and the man's magnetic and sweet laughter was heard.

He spoke in a calm and steady voice: "Why should Mr. Jiang be angry? I just invited Miss Jiang to come to my house for two days."

"Damn, put your hands away!" Jiang Haidong was anxious, staring at the scene of holding hands, furious.

Mu Chaohua smiled instead of being angry. He grabbed Jiang Yun's little hand and played with it. He said leisurely and lazily: "Miss Jiang, I haven't taken good care of you these past two days. Your father doesn't seem to be very happy."

The gun at her waist tapped her back lightly. Jiang Yun froze for a moment, took the initiative to grab his big hand, and said with a sweet smile: "Master Hua is being polite, it's a misunderstanding."

Jiang Haidong was about to explode with rage. His precious daughter must have been threatened.

Mu Chaohua is this piece of shit!

"Well, since your father is worried about you, Miss Jiang should go back with him." Mu Chaohua suddenly felt compassionate, let go, and removed the gun from his waist.

Jiang Yun didn't quite believe it, but after all he had said, he couldn't slap himself in the face.

She immediately ran to Jiang Haidong, "Dad!"

Jiang Haidong breathed a sigh of relief. His old father pulled her behind him with tears in his eyes, looked at Mu Chaohua suspiciously, then turned around and left.

The people watching the excitement dispersed instantly.

"Master Hua, are you going to let him go like this?" Liuzi reminded him hastily, suspecting that Master Hua was possessed by evil spirits.

Mu Chaohua looked at him coldly, "Don't point a gun at her."

Liuzi suddenly woke up and said, "Yes, Mr. Hua."

As soon as Jiang Yun left, Mu Chaohua had no time to stay. It was his own goods, and they would eventually come to his pocket.

He got into the car and rubbed the silver gun that had just been pressed against Jiang Yun's waist with his fingers.

"Detour to West End Cross Road."

"Yes." Liu Zi immediately accelerated and drove in that direction.

He knew that Mr. Hua would not let Miss Jiang go easily, after all, the goods had not come back yet.

Jiang Haidong still wanted to give instructions. He was not in the same car as Jiang Yun. Jiang Yun was sitting in the back car. Before he reached the intersection, he was stopped by several black cars.

"Miss, it seems he is from Mu Chaohua," the driver said.

The man didn't seem to be afraid of a sneak attack in the dark. He got out of the car and looked directly at the car where Jiang Yun was sitting. He seemed to be able to see through her through the car window.

"Ms. Jiang, get out of the car." He said softly and confidently.

"Miss, I drove over you."

They were completely surrounded, with guns on all sides, and the slightest movement would cause holes to be made by bullets.

Jiang Yun called to his men, "No, I'll go with them."

"Miss!"

"It's not certain who will die." Jiang Yun opened the car door and walked towards Mu Chaohua.

She was still wearing the pink skirt, but the thin gauze on her shoulders was gone.

Mu Chaohua put away his gun, slowly took off his suit jacket, and put it on her shoulders.

The sweet and magnetic voice was accompanied by a slight smile, and his expression became more serious, "Miss Jiang, I told you that you can't run away."

"You are despicable. You promised to let me go back." Jiang Yun said angrily.

"I let you go, but I just invited you back." He said matter-of-factly, his eyes narrowed, "Is there a problem?"

Jiang Yun gritted her teeth, "No."

After being "invited" back again, Jiang Yun had her own room.

They are all decorated in a girlish style, pink and tender, and look very in line with Mu Chaohua's taste.

"Ms. Jiang, if you have anything to do, you can tell people outside." Liuzi reminded her warmly, which meant to tell her that someone was guarding her and she couldn't run away.

Jiang Yun had no intention of running away, and she knew she couldn't.

After snatching Jiang Yun back, Mu Chaohua started playing the record player in the room, singing melodiously and melodiously. He opened a bottle of red wine, had someone make steak, and tasted it with peace of mind.

"Master Hua, Miss Jiang said she wants to eat Western food." Liu Zi shouted outside the house.

Mu Chaohua looked at the dinner in front of him, the wine glass swaying in the palm of his hand, and said warmly: "Please come over, Miss Jiang."

"Yes."

When Jiang Yun came over, she saw Mu Chaohua eating alone.

When she wanted to eat something, she had to look around for someone to say, but he had already eaten.

"Come in." Mu Chaohua said in a gentle tone.

Jiang Yun walked in and sat down across the table, "Uncle, where is mine?"

"I'm working on it." The man poured a glass of wine and handed it to her, "Can I drink it?"

Jiang Yun reached out and took it, "Yes, I'm an adult."

Mu Chaohua's expression paused, and a strange light flashed in his eyes, "Is it twenty yet?"

Jiang Yun shook her head and replied obediently: "I will be twenty next month."

Mu Chaohua fell silent, lowered his head and took a sip of red wine.

You can't blame her for calling her uncle.

When the chef brought the steak, Jiang Yun concentrated on eating.

Her red lips were slightly glossy, and she changed into a pink nightgown. She seemed to be more obedient and obedient.

His chest felt hot, so he unbuttoned his collar and went outside to smoke a cigarette and enjoy the air.

Liuzi diligently lit a cigarette for him, but he put it out in the next second, not wanting to smoke.

Mu Chaohua turned around and went back to the house. When he saw Jiang Yun was about to leave after eating, he bent down and held her upright in his arms. He held her buttocks with his big hands and without hesitation, lowered his head to wrap his lips around hers.

"Well, uncle." Jiang Yun pushed him.

Mu Chaohua wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, tasting and exploring her slowly.

It was the first time that he had such a strong desire for a woman, from the first time he met her.