The guard said respectfully: "Yes, Master, we will do it right away."
Yu Guanqun's chest was rising and falling like eyes of fire, and the scorching anger was constantly oppressing Lan Cun'er.
Lan Cun'er struggled desperately, trembling with fear in her heart, but she was more worried about Wen Zeyu's condition, not knowing how seriously injured he was.
She asked sternly: "Feng/Liu Gui, do you want to attack Wen Zeyu? Let me tell you, killing is illegal. If you dare to hurt him, I will definitely kill you too."
The terrifying sight of him lifting the glass coffee table and smashing it at the Cowherd the night before lingered in Lan Cun'er's mind, making her panic and frightened.
If Wen Zeyu was hurt like this because he saved her, then she would feel guilty for the rest of her life. It was all her fault that she only thought about letting him take risks to save herself. What should she do?
I just heard that he was stunned. Oh, is he still alive? Don't die, otherwise, I will feel guilty and restless for the rest of my life.
"If I don't kill him, why should I? Lan Cun'er, your IQ is only enough to control your stupid behavior!"
Yu Guanqun mocked her coldly again. At this time, his whole head was filled with flames, and he wanted to cut Wen Zeyu into pieces immediately.
However, how could he let him go so easily? He would not let them go so easily. He wanted Wen Zeyu and Lan Cun'er to live worse than death. He wanted Wen Zeyu to live well and Lan Cun'er to endure the fact that he knew he was alive but couldn't.
The pain of being together.
Haha, he just wants her to live like this. Living like this is more uncomfortable than death.
"Let me go, or-"
He knew that struggling was in vain, but Lan Cun'er lost his mind and didn't know what to do, and his heart didn't listen at all.
"Or do you want to die? Okay, you die. If you die, I will kill Wen Zeyu and let you go to hell together."
Gritting his teeth and sneering, Yu Guanqun became even more arrogant and confident.
"No, you can't kill him, you can't kill him..."
Lan Cun'er was in disarray. Her vital point had been pinched tightly by Yu Guanqun, and she couldn't breathe. She could only plead helplessly, tears slipped down, and her hands hung down limply, shaking feebly.
In a rage, Yu Guanqun roughly threw her onto the big bed, then stripped off his clothes, leaving only the last package and threw himself at the shivering Lan Cun'er.
He grabbed her chin and turned her eyes to him. His thick masculine breath sprayed domineeringly onto her face, covering her and blocking all her breathing. She was terrified, and her watery eyes begged for desolation.
Looking at him.
Her tenderness and pity could no longer melt away his coldness. As soon as he lowered his head, he grabbed her fragrance and violently abused her and demanded it. He was so overbearing and arrogant that she almost fainted.
"Uh...no...want...please...you!"
Shaking her head, helplessly begging for his tolerance, at this time, all her courage and strength were removed, and she was just a weak and bullied little girl.
Cruelly grabbing her chin and pulling it down, his flexible tongue of fire smoothly penetrated her fortress, sweeping it brutally, squeezing out all the air from her, leaving her limp and unable to resist.
Lan Cun'er closed her eyes tightly in despair, letting her tears fall down, holding her breath and expecting to die like this...
Yu Guanqun pushed her chin, let her go, and shouted sharply: "Do you want to close your eyes and pass out? That's a great idea, but now is not the time!"
Lan Cun'er weakly opened her eyes, her dark gray eyes were pitiful and panicked because she couldn't guess the meaning of his words.
Yu Guanqun laughed proudly, sat on her lap, and tilted his head back slightly.
Stopping his smile, he said cryptically: "Our show hasn't started yet, why are you anxious! Our important audience hasn't come on stage yet, how can I bear to let you faint like this. Baby, your skin is so smooth
Ah, has Wen Zeyu touched you like this before?"
The original confidence and arrogance was suddenly replaced by jealousy and anger.
His hands touched Lan Cun'er's smooth face and arms back and forth, and the flames of jealousy jumped up to the top of his head. As long as she answered "yes", he would break her neck.
"Pervert, devil, madman,..."
Gritting her teeth and cursing all the curse words she could think of, her aching legs hurt sharply from his pressure, as if he wanted to cut her off at the knees.
Yu Guanqun laughed sinisterly, then leaned down and whispered a few words into her cold ears, which immediately made Lan Cun'er's eyes widen with anger and despair.