"Damn it, I really want to strangle you to death!" Seeing Yan Luo staring at him angrily, Desnuo let go of the hand covering her mouth and threw Yan Luo into the elevator dedicated to the president.
"You bastard! Why do you have to come to punish me? If you can't get a wife, anyone can do it!" As soon as his mouth was free, Yan Luo spared no effort to curse.
"Keep talking. If you say one more thing, I will cut off one of your father's fingers." Disnuo put his hands in his trouser pockets. Shi Shiran watched the elevator door slowly close and said calmly with his back to Yan Luo.
Yan Luo stroked his forehead, he really knew how to threaten her! He took a deep breath and stood behind Desnuo angrily.
Seeing that the little woman behind him had calmed down, Disnuo turned around and squinted at her as if she was being stared at. Yan Luo felt chills running down his spine and subconsciously took a step back.
"Now you know you're afraid, huh?" Disnuo approached Yan Luo
"Afraid, I've always been afraid that I can't find a job. What should my father do at home? I'm afraid that if I run away from your marriage, what will you do to my father?"
"Really, why don't you think about what I will do to you?" Desnuo pinched Yan Luo's chin, his eyes had returned to their usual indifference.
"I've thought about it," Yan Luo replied truthfully.
"In this case, why do you dare to run away from marriage, huh?"
"I have thought about any fate for myself, but it is better than marrying you. You have already killed two fiancées, and you still have the nerve to marry a wife!" Yan Luo's jaw suddenly hurt because the strength in Desnuo's hand suddenly increased.
"It's three," Disnuo corrected deliberately: "Just because I have had three fiancées die, you are afraid, so you are afraid of death." The evil smile at the corner of Disnuo's mouth has solidified into a sneer.