Chapter 63: I haven't seen blood in thirty years!

"Looks like I'm going home hungry today."

Yan Murong chuckled, looked at Xue Wen and said. "Let's go, since you have a car and turned me so far away, you should send me back."

"I'm going home." Xue Wen's face is not very good-looking, although she has long known that those wealthy families do not have a good thing, but they also did not expect that women are like a worn dress in their eyes, and they will give it away.

Also, the man in front of him is too smart, so smart that people are afraid. His observation is very meticulous, and even the moment he opens his bag and takes the tissue, he can see the hospital examination list in the bag, and what is even more terrifying is that he already knows that he is not really inviting him to dinner, but has something else.

"What am I going to do when you're home?" Yan Murong smiled unabated and said. "If you don't want to send me, then I can only follow you to your house - didn't Chang Xiaopeng just say that you are mine."

"Please don't embarrass me." Xue Wen stepped back vigorously, and her eyes began to redden, but this private room is so large, where can she retreat?

"Look, take a good look at me." Yan Murong pointed to his face and asked. "Do you think I'm like a bad person?"

"Not really." Xue Wen shook her head, thinking to herself, you are indeed not a bad person, but a bad person will be afraid when he sees you.

As the head of Huaxia TV's entertainment program, Xue Wen is also a little famous in the upper circle of Yanjing~ Zi, although she is not familiar with some celebrities, she also knows a lot of people and has participated in many parties - of course, she has also heard of some things about Yan Murong.

It was the man standing in front of him, who had only returned to Yanjing for half a year, but he had done a lot of earth-shattering things in her opinion.

He married Su Qingwu, the first beauty of Yanjing, and he went toe-to-toe with Zheng Wuming, the first son of Yanjing, and he also beat Chang Xiaopeng and scolded Ning Kun - what is even more shocking is that he is said to have killed Zheng Wuming's younger brother.

Although she couldn't confirm these things, she thought that it shouldn't be someone who made something out of nothing.

This man, on the surface, is a docile husky, but in his bones he is a fierce wolf.

"yes, I'm not a bad person." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Moreover, I also have a wife - to be honest, I still have a lover, does the Dong family in Hong Kong know? Dong Wuyan, the eldest lady of the Dong family, does she know? She is. ā€

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Xue Wen was speechless and wanted to cry aggrieved.

She knows that the Dong family in Hong Kong is a huge family that is trembling with Hong Kong, and the eldest lady of the Dong family is his lover? Isn't this sarcastic that he can't get into his eyes at all?

"Let's go, give me a ride." Yan Murong walked over slowly, grabbed Xue Wen's hand and walked outside, Xue Wen wanted to struggle, but she couldn't break free of Yan Murong's powerful palms no matter what.

"He doesn't like me, he just wants me to drive him back." Xue Wen comforted herself in her heart.

The red Audi Q7 drove at a constant speed on the road, and the street lights on both sides kept reversing. Because it is already a suburb, there is no traffic jam on the road like in the city, and on the contrary, there are very few cars passing on the road.

"You live nearby?" Yan Murong looked at Xue Wen who was driving and asked.

"Hmm." Xue Wen replied softly, but she didn't want to say a word - in fact, her heart was very chaotic now, and she really didn't know what to say to Yan Murong, she just wanted to send him back as soon as possible, and then end the absurd "date".

"Yes, the air here is better than in the city, it's quite clean, and it's suitable for you public figures to live here." Yan Murong nodded, changed his words, and said. "In the same way, the environment here is quite suitable for killing people."

"Squeak-"

The screeching brakes sounded, and the Audi shook violently a few times before coming to a staggered stop on the side of the road.

"Nodding at the start, turning and refueling violently, braking and pedaling-" Yan Murong looked at Xue Wen with a complaining face. "You're sick, what brakes are you doing? Did you know that this is dangerous? Luckily I'm wearing a seatbelt, otherwise I would have had to break my face today. ā€

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Xue Wen has a lovesick heart at the moment.

Blame me? Do you blame me? If you hadn't said something so frightening, how could I have braked so hard?

"Okay, don't guard me like a wolf, I've said I'm a good person."

Seeing Xue Wen's body leaning towards the car door, and the movement of one hand already on the handle, Yan Murong said. "I'm just talking casually, I'm a law-abiding citizen, how can I do something to kill people? Homicide? How terrible, that's going to be shot. ā€

"Mr. Yan, please, don't torture you, okay?" Xue Min's eyes were red, and she pleaded with tears in her tone. "I don't want to do this, it's often forced to do this."

"Don't be afraid, I don't blame you." Yan Murong leaned over, stretched out his hand and gently stroked Xue Wen's delicate cheek, which countless men had dreamed of, and said in a gentle voice. "Pay attention next time, it's better for women not to participate in men's wars."

"I—"

"You don't have to speak." Yan Murong stretched out his finger and pressed it against Xue Wen's lips, and said with a chuckle. "Remember what I said to you in front of the TV station?"

"You said you had a sword, and the name of the sword was very similar to mine, and it was called Snow Death." Xue Wen said in a trembling voice.

"Memory is good." Yan Murong laughed happily. "Yes, it's called Xue Yan - it's not as famous as a famous sword like the cadre Mo Ye. But do you know that thirty years ago, this sword was still in the hands of an old man, and he had a sword for each person, stirring the wind in Yanjing. ā€

"I don't know, I don't know anything." Xue Wen cried, shaking her head as she cried - this man is really crazy.

"It's okay if you don't know." Yan Murong said indifferently. "I can tell you."

"You don't know, this sword hasn't seen blood in thirty years." Yan Murong said softly.

"You're going to kill me?" Xue Wen was frightened and wanted to open the car door and escape, but her trembling hands didn't have the strength at all, not even the strength to open the car door.

"What are you trying to do?" Yan Murong sneered. "Anyway, you're one of my favorite hosts - but that doesn't mean I won't defend myself. Someone is trying to kill me, and I think even if I kill him, it won't be too defensive, right? ā€

With that, Yan Murong pulled out the car keys, pushed the car door and walked down.

"That's right." Yan Murong turned around suddenly, looked at Xue Wen curled up in the car like a frightened rabbit, and asked with a smile. "Would you like to see what it looks like?"