When Yang Mufan returned to Mu Garden at 11 o'clock in the evening, he happened to see this scene: Mu Wanqing, with a twisted expression, was sitting on Nian Shiyin's body, like a shrew, without any elegance that a woman should have.
He was very skillful, but just beat and scolded Nian Shiyin blindly.
Nian Shiyin protected her face with both hands and struggled to resist, but was unable to withstand Mu Wanqing's attack, so she had to cry and ask for help everywhere.
However, Mrs. De and a dozen maids just stood aside and watched coldly.
Yang Mufan's expression suddenly became a little dark.
Especially when I heard Mu Wanqing's extremely arrogant and proud words, which came out loud and clear: "Nian Shiyin, you picked up a man I don't want. What's so good about you?! Are you showing off that you have a problem with your eyes or a problem with your brain?"
Question?! I’m telling you, don’t act like a big deal in front of me in the future. You are neither qualified nor capable, do you understand?!”
After hearing Mu Wanqing's words, Nian Shiyin's eyes became angry. Although she was beaten terribly, she still shouted without fear of death: "Mu Wanqing, who do you think you are?! From your tone, I feel admired
Anyone who is not good enough for you or can’t eat the grapes says the grapes are sour, are you jealous of me?!”
"Am I jealous of you?!" Mu Wanqing curled her lips coldly, instinctively sneering, "I wouldn't even take a man like Yang Mufan if he gave it to me for free. You are the only one who takes him seriously..."
"..." Before Mu Wanqing could finish her words, she felt a biting cold wind behind her, coming as fiercely as a tsunami.
Sensing something unusual, she instinctively turned around.
However, I just turned away a little bit——
"boom--"
A cold bullet grazed her tender skin and shot hard into the sofa beside her.
Thin drops of blood quickly overflowed from the wound in an instant.
Staring blankly at the man dressed in black, standing at the door with a cold face, pointing the black muzzle at her, Mu Wanqing's brain was a little overwhelmed.
On the one hand, she was amazed by Yang Mufan's superb spear skills; on the other hand, she was shocked that Yang Mufan actually shot her for another woman.
And the De's wife and the maids standing in the hall saw Yang Mufan surrounded by a cold and shocking black miasma, standing at the door, his stern figure even darker than the night outside.
My heart was pounding with fear, and my body and soul were all frightened.
And the most chilling thing is: in his hand, he holds a miniature pistol...
"Young Master——" The moment Mrs. De came to her senses, she quickly took the lead and shouted respectfully.
The frightened maids had never seen real ammunition and guns in real life, so when they saw the gun in Yang Mufan's hand, their faces turned pale with fear.
Hearing Mrs. De's call, they shouted with trembling voices and slurred speech: "Young Master... Master..."
Yang Mufan's black eyes were so cold that there was no warmth at all, but they were staring straight at Mu Wanqing.
Seeing her hand raised high in the air, Yang Mufan said in a deep voice: "Mu Wanqing, you should be lucky that you didn't throw that slap in front of me, otherwise... that bullet just now, I'm afraid,
It's already gone through your head."
When Nian Shiyin came to her senses, she immediately looked at Yang Mufan with tears streaming down her face. She tried her best to expose all the scars on her body to the air as quietly as possible. Then, feeling extremely aggrieved, she cried out pitifully: "Mufan...
