Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Jun Moyan bends down and lifts Jun Wuhao's hem, and punches him in the face.

Jun Wuhao was beaten with no power to fight, a few teeth were knocked out, and his nose bleeds even more.

Jun Moyan grasped the lap of Jun Wuhao's clothes and let go, drew his gun and loaded the bullet.

Put the muzzle up to Jun Wuhao’s waist, almost without worry,

Pulled the trigger directly.

Two dull gunshots sounded along with Jun Wuhao's screams.

"Ah..." Jun Wuhao screamed continuously, and cold sweat broke out instantly.

"Jun Moyan, do you dare..."

Jun Wuhao opened his mouth. Before he could finish the threatening words, Jun Moyan directly stuffed the cold muzzle into his mouth.

Grabbing his shirt again with one hand, he lifted up half of Jun Wuhao's body.

Jun Wuhao widened his eyes in disbelief, and looked at his face with sullen anger. Jun Moyan, who was completely out of control, was full of horror. He couldn't believe that Jun Moyan really dared to kill him.

When Jun Mo Yan thought that Jun Wuhao's mouth had touched Wen Xiaoai, he wanted to tear him up.

Wen Xiaoai's scared cry was frantically stimulating his nerves.

"I said, if you dare to move her, I will definitely kill you."

Jun Moyan was so angry that his voice was trembling, and he couldn't help being afraid.

"Hmm..." Jun Wuhao shook his head in fear, wanting to ask for mercy.

However, Jun Moyan did not give him a chance at all.

The gunfire sounded, and the bullet passed through the inner wall of his mouth and pierced the back of his head.

Jun Wuhao's eyes doubled in an instant, his pupils shrank, and a few seconds later, his eyes closed and there was no movement.

Jun Mo Yan loosened his hand and threw Jun Wuhao, who was alive or dead, back to the ground like a dead dog.

The pistol stained with Jun Wuhao's blood was also thrown on the ground by him.

Jun Moyan got up, took the clothes that Bai Yi handed over, wrapped Wen Xiaoai's trembling body, and helped her up, his eyes flushed.

"Woo... Jun Moyan, so dirty, so dirty." Wen Xiaoai burst into tears, crying out of breath.

The fear in my heart has not yet dispersed.

Jun Mo Yan Tieqing held her up without saying a word and walked out of the room quickly.

"...It's so dirty, it's so dirty." Wen Xiaoai kept saying these words in her mouth, tears could not stop streaming.

Carrying Wen Xiaoai into the car, Jun Moyan took a bottle of mineral water and directly pulled away the clothes wrapped around her.

Jun Moyan pinched the water in her hand when she saw the trace on her shoulder.

Bai Yi raised the middle baffle board very insightfully, and the car quickly drove towards Wuyuan.

I can't help but worry about Jun Wushu's situation.

If Jun Wuhao dies, the old lady of the Jun family still doesn't know what will happen.

But Jun Wuhao is like that, **** it!

To do such a thing.

Replace it with him, even if he is the king of heaven, I still kill him.

Jun Mo Yan Qiang suppressed the anger in his heart, unscrewed the water, poured it on her shoulders, rubbing with her hands, her movements became stronger and stronger, and she just wanted to remove these dirty marks. Rub it all off.

Because he was too emotional, Jun Moyan didn't know the severity of his action, and soon rubbed Wen Xiaoai's skin redder.

"what!"

Seeing these traces persisted, Jun Moyan roared with anger, and he threw the half bottle of water left in the bottle severely under the car.

He lifted his foot and kicked on the co-pilot's car seat, roaring.

"Drive faster."

This is definitely the first time Jun Moyan has lost control and went crazy.