He looked at Xiao Huanhuan, bent his left knee, and slowly lowered his body.
"Dad! No!" Seeing that his beloved and most admired father was about to lower his noble head to this beast, Xiao Huanhuan shouted heartbreakingly, and suddenly broke away from Wang Zhao's control and pressed the flame with his palm.
A burning lighter.
She screamed "Ah", and at the same time there was a gunshot, and a bullet passed through Wang Zhao's eyebrows. His eyes widened unwillingly, and his plump body fell to the ground.
"Huanhuan!" Xiao Ran rushed over, took Xiao Huanhuan into his arms, and opened her clenched palm.
Wang Zhao's lighter was specially made, and the flame was so strong and fierce that Huanhuan's originally white and tender palms had burned out into clusters of blisters, which were extremely red and swollen.
"Huanhuan!" Xiao Ran screamed in pain and took his daughter into his arms, his tall body trembling uncontrollably.
"Dad, I'm fine!" Xiao Huanhuan smiled, but her eyes wandered around.
On the tall building opposite, a straight figure stood facing the wind, with a silver-white windbreaker flying in the wind, rolling like clouds, standing proudly like a god descending from the sky.
Xiao Huanhuan smiled beautifully at the figure, raised her arm and waved in his direction.
She knows he's there!
She always knew!
She was nervous, tired, and in burning pain. She didn't know why, so she fell asleep in Xiao Ran's arms.
When she woke up again, she had changed into new clothes. Jiang Yifan was sitting next to her. He was holding a roll of documents in his hand and was looking at it. When he saw that she was awake, he chuckled, "Wake up!"
Xiao Huanhuan felt confused and confused for a moment, looking at his peerless face dully.
Sometimes she calls him a great god, and sometimes she accuses him of being a devil.
Few people can fuse the great god and the devil so perfectly together, turning them into a unique temperament, with a nobility that makes people feel lazy and carefree, and a warmth that is as cold as a razor blade.
He stared at her, as if all the energy in the world was concentrated in his eyes. His profile was as exquisite as a god's and could not be compared with any words.
For a moment, Xiao Huanhuan was a little confused.
Can she control such a perfect and enchanted person?
In the next few years, countless young and beautiful mistresses will rush towards him desperately like moths to a flame. Can she cheer up and defeat them one by one?
Seeing the faint fear in Xiao Huanhuan's eyes, Jiang Yifan thought he was still afraid, so he held her hand and said, "Don't be afraid, I'll accompany you!"
"I don't want it!" She pushed him away like an electric shock.
She was so scared just to be with him!
It was really scary that one day she would sink deeply into this boundless sea of love, but he would pat himself on the back and land easily.
"Good boy, it's okay. Wang Zhao is dead. His two sons were punished for many crimes. I'm afraid they won't be able to get out of prison in this life. You're safe." He caressed her hair gently, a beautiful flower like a flower.
Qingtan's smile spread on his lips, "It's windy in the middle of the night, I'm afraid you'll be very cold."
Xiao Huanhuan looked at him and asked him a very vulgar and idiotic question: "Jiang Yifan, do you like me?"
He was stunned, "What do you think?"
"I just don't know that's why I'm asking you!" The faint fragrance on his body, when he was so close, was as rich as strong wine, igniting her skin like the incense of love, making her whole body hot and about to burn.
