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  The god-like man walked in from the outside, his black hair was curly, half covering a pair of cruel peach eyes.

  Han Junqing was taken aback, "Quan Ronglian!"

   He instinctively stood in front of Han Baoer, and opened his arms to protect him, "Baoer, hurry up, hurry up."

   This man's eyes are so scary!

   This look is clearly meant to kill!

  Han Baoer made a cut and walked out from behind Han Junqing. Ignoring Han Junqing's obstruction, he raised his chin, "What are you afraid of, isn't he a star? Offending the Han family will make him unable to get along in the entertainment industry in minutes!"

   Quan Ronglian is not Fu Zhiyan, so she dared to attack him.

   That man, she never wanted to provoke him again in her life. But this Quan Ronglian, no matter how popular he is, is just an actor. Since ancient times, people have not fought with officials, and their names have not fought with money. So what if the entertainment industry is calling for wind and rain, the Han family can't compare to the Fu family, but they are not short of money. It is possible to block a star.

   "Huh." The arrogant man sneered at the end of his cold eyes, "It turned out to be a crippled face and a crippled brain."

   "Who are you scolding!" Han Baoer was furious!

  Han Junqing has been abroad all the year round and doesn't know this man, but for some reason, his sixth sense feels that this man can't be offended. He stopped in front of Han Baoer, who was about to rush up, and apologized embarrassingly, "Mr. Quan, my sister is ignorant. If there is something that offends Mr. Quan, I hope Mr. Quan doesn't care."

   "You are Xiao Loach's eldest brother?" Quan Ronglian glanced at him, and slightly restrained the wanton evil but dangerous smile at the corner of her mouth, her peach blossom eyes were deep, "Get out of the way."

  Han Junqing was taken aback, "Mr. Quan."

   "Get out of the way, don't make me say it a third time."

  According to Yin Jue's investigation, although this man is cowardly, he is not bad for the little loach.

   The most important thing is that the little loach is somewhat different to him and to other Han family members.

  Since Han Junqing didn't participate, it doesn't matter if he is merciful and let him go once.

   "Brother, get out of the way, I'm afraid of what he will do! Can he still eat me?" Han Baoer shouted unscrupulously.

   Quan Ronglian narrowed her eyes and snapped her fingers.

   A group of people suddenly broke into the Han family villa. There were men and women in the crowd, and some of them were carrying cameras.

  Camera?

  Han Junqing and Han Baoer were stunned.

   It's not filming, so what are you doing with the camera?

   "Less right."

   "Less right."

   Everyone who broke in said in unison, and the momentum was really the same as the posture of seeing the emperor in ancient times.

   The director-like man with glasses bowed respectfully, "Young Master Quan, as you ordered, everything is ready."

   The handsome man who was about 1.8 meters and nearly 1.9 meters sat casually on the sofa, crossed Erlang's legs, and glanced at Han Baoer, who was still confused, "Let's start."

   Several men rushed up, held down Han Baoer who was struggling, and dragged him into the room... The man with glasses and the man with the camera followed...

   "What are you doing? What are you doing?! Let me go! Let me go! No!"

   There was the sound of clothes being ripped apart in the room.

   "Don't, don't touch me! Go away! Don't touch me! Your hand, let go! Let me go, I will not let you go, do you know who I am? Let go!"

  Han Junqing's color changed suddenly, and he was about to break in, "Bao'er!"

   Before he took two steps, he was captured and pinned to the ground. A pistol touched his temple, and the dark muzzle irritated the skin, making people unable to resist the cold war.

  Han Junqing froze.

   Guns... These people actually carry guns with them!

   Who is Quan Ronglian? !

   "Don't...don't...I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong...Let me go! No!" Han Baoer whined inside, "Brother, brother, save me! Save me!"

  Han Junqing didn't care about being afraid, and struggled to get up, "Mr. Quan, what do you want to do to Baoer? Aren't you afraid we call the police?"

   "She is so painstakingly trying to contribute to the entertainment industry, I will help her. As for calling the police..." The arrogant man threw a mobile phone in front of him, "110, dial it."

  Han Junqing subconsciously picked up the mobile phone on the ground, and at this moment, the pistol that rested on his temple was loaded.

The crisp sound of    was infinitely amplified in the villa.

  Han Junqing shook his hands, cold sweat dripping from his forehead... He seemed to be back to that night two years ago, no matter which one he chose, it was an unbearable weight in his life.

   Time passes by every minute and every second.

   The crying in the room gradually became quiet.

  The door opened.

   The man wearing glasses came out and said respectfully, "Young Master Quan, the filming has been completed."

Quan Ronglian stood up, took out the phone from Han Junqing's hand, and raised her eyebrows, "Master Han, remember to tell your ignorant sister, this time is just a lesson. I hope she will remember this lesson clearly, Don't make the same mistake again. My patience is limited. Also, remind her that if I can find out, Fu Zhiyan can also find out. Let her wash her neck, compared to my visible lesson. , I think Fu Zhiyan will make her unforgettable for the rest of her life."

  Isn't Lin Huiyin unforgettable that time?

   Compared with his ruthlessness, Fu Zhiyan is even more amazing!

  This ridiculously ignorant woman doesn't even know what she's provoked, yet she dares to show her teeth and claws. Isn't it courting death?

   "As for you." The unruly man rolled his peach eyes, patted his pale left cheek lazily, and raised the corner of his mouth, "Congratulations, you made the right choice just now."

  Han Junqing's face was extremely ugly for a moment.

   He knew what this man was referring to, but he didn't dare, really didn't dare, the muzzle of the gun on his forehead was too cold. Just like the look in Han Chengming's eyes he saw in the crack of the door two years ago, he could only be cowardly... cowardly and didn't do anything.

   In the blink of an eye, the people in the Han family villa evacuated.

  Han Junqing sat paralyzed on the ground for a long time, and finally his legs were not so soft. He stood up on the sofa and stumbled open the door.

  The room was a mess, and the women's broken clothes were thrown everywhere.

   Han Baoer is so delicate and arrogant on weekdays, her hair is messy, her body and face are covered with bruises. She was lying on the bed with her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. If it weren't for the ups and downs of her chest, it would have made people mistakenly believe that she was dead.

"Ha ha."

   Suddenly, Han Baoer, who was lying on the bed, laughed.

"Hahaha."

   She laughed spasmodically, her laughter was hollow, and she didn't know what she was laughing at.

  Han Junqing's heart was twisted like a knife, and he shouted with a white face, "Bao'er, are you okay?"

Are you ok?

   The person lying on the bed moved, she propped her body up, her red and swollen eyes fixedly looking at Han Junqing behind the door.