Talk? Do you guess Dong Wuyan will believe it? It was clear that she would not believe it.

It's like a couple of men and women who have drunk too much, and the woman wants to go home, and the man has to go and open a room, and then say I just want to find a place to talk to you.

"What do you want to talk about?" Dong Wuyan asked.

There was no way, the door was blocked by Yan Murong, and his mobile phone was also called by him under the wardrobe, and he wanted to go out through the window - but this was the twelfth floor, and she couldn't fly, so she could only 'chat' with Yan Murong.

"Let's talk about life, talk about ideals." Yan Murong smiled, locked the bedroom door with his hand, and then broke the handle again, then walked to the bed, sat next to Dong Wuyan, stared at Dong Wuyan and said. "Or whatever you want to talk about, you say, I'm casual."

Dong Wuyan didn't speak, glanced at Yan Murong in disgust, and moved his body to the side again.

"Since you don't speak, then I'll tell you, okay?" Yan Murong said. "Also, don't hold the dagger so tightly, it's easy to hurt yourself."

"What the hell do you want?" Dong Wuyan shouted.

"I said I don't want to do anything, I just want to talk to you." Yan Murong smiled even more. "I'm curious, how ambitious does it have to be for a woman to do something to her husband?"

Dong Wuyan was silent, but he looked at Yan Murong's eyes with even more resentment.

"Well, since you don't want to talk about that, let's change the subject." Yan Murong smiled indifferently, stared at Dong Wuyan, and asked with a serious expression. "The two of us have a grudge?"

"Yes." Dong Wuyan's answer was very concise, she didn't want to say a word to Yan Murong at all now, well, not even one more word.

Talking about life, talking about ideals? Life and ideals, whoever wants to believe your nonsense is a ghost.

"What kind of enmity do you have with me? It's all to the point of hitting me with a bazooka? Yan Murong asked with a wry smile. I went to your house because my grandfather and your grandfather were old friends, and I just went to visit, and as for asking you to marry me, it was said by your old man, and I didn't agree with it at all—besides, the matter of letting your sister marry me was also said by your old man, and I never said anything, so you hate me like this? ”

"Hmph, men don't have a good thing." Dong Wuyan said with a cold snort.

Yan Murong really wanted to slap him.

What is this woman stimulated? As for hating men so much?

Yes, in this era when the ratio of men to women is seriously imbalanced, and many men are unable to marry their daughters-in-law, there are some men who have become bad things because they can't marry their daughters-in-law -- but that's only a small part, so why do you have to overturn a boatload of people with a rod?

"Looks like you don't want to talk anymore." Yan Murong sighed and said. "Since you don't want to talk, why did you call me to Victoria yesterday?"

"What the hell are you going to do? If you want to kill, you still have to move quickly. Dong Wuyan shouted at Yan Murong like crazy, but Yan Murong was stunned.

Damn, this woman's temper is not small, she has done such a big thing, and now she is still justified.

"I said I wouldn't kill you." Yan Murong said helplessly. "Since you don't want to talk about that, let's change the subject."

"Get out, get out of here." Dong Wuyan was about to be driven crazy.

Yes, she didn't have a good impression of men in the first place, and if it weren't for some needs, she wouldn't even want to say a word to any man.

Now, Yan Murong just came to the door, and used this soft knife to chat with her like a threat, which made her go crazy.

She was eager to pounce on Yan Murong and stab Yan Murong into a honeycomb with the knife in her hand now, but considering that he had even killed those four people, she was definitely not his opponent, so she gave up.

"I hate it when people call me back." Yan Murong shook his head and said. "So, don't say that again."

"What if I just scold you?"

It's okay not to say it, but when you say it, Dong Wuyan's temper is even greater. "You're a bastard, I told you that if I don't kick you out of Hong Kong, I'll take your last name -- if you don't kill me tonight, I'll kill you one day sooner or later."

Yan Murong wondered, where did this woman get so angry? Isn't what I said clear enough?

Didn't you say it all, these things were all made by your old man, and you sent the fire to me, what's the matter?

"Dong is speechless." Yan Murong looked at Dong Wuyan and said in a deep voice. "As I said, I hate it when people scold me - do you think if I tell my grandfather what you did tonight, will you be kicked out of the Dong family?"

"Do you think my grandfather will believe you?" Dong Wuyan sneered.

"That's not good." Yan Murong said with a smile. "You see, your grandfather is ready to marry you two sisters to me as a child in order to repay his kindness - you say, does your grandfather believe me or believe you?"

"You are despicable." Dong Wuyan gritted his teeth and said, looking at Yan Murong's eyes, his eyes became more and more resentful. Those eyes, which were originally quite beautiful and smart, were now like two flames, and they wanted to spew out immediately and burn Yan Murong to ashes.

"Thanks for the compliment." Yan Murong blushed and gladly accepted Dong Wuyan's evaluation.

"I remember someone saying that." Yan Murong said. "Meanness is the passport of the mean, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble—and it's a pity that I can't remember who said it, but I really don't want to die young. So, I think it's better to be mean, and besides - I never thought I was a good person. ”

"You're going to die—"

Suddenly, Dong Wuyan jumped up from the bed, and the dagger in his hand swung towards Yan Murong's neck.

It's just that before Dong Wuyan's dagger touched Yan Murong, Yan Murong had already grabbed her wrist, and then with a slight force, Dong Wuyan was in pain, and the dagger also fell on the bed.

Yan Murong threw the dagger aside, furious in his heart.

This woman is still thinking about her own life, which is really unforgivable.

Yan Murong grabbed Dong Wuyan's hands, and pounced on him with a flying body, directly pressing Dong Wuyan under him.

"Let go of me." Dong Wuyan shouted. His hands were held down by Yan Murong, and his legs began to kick wildly, pushing towards Yan Murong's body.

How could Yan Murong let her get her wish, this cut off his son and grandson's feet was his Yan Murong's mastery, using his moves to deal with him? Amusing.

So, Yan Murong put it in between Dong Wuyan's legs, and then with so much force, Dong Wuyan's legs were separated from the middle by Yan Murong in an extremely ambiguous posture.

"Let go of me." Dong Wuyan was ashamed and hateful, and twisted his body vigorously. But no matter how ambitious and dark she is, she is just a woman, and compared to a guy like Yan Murong who can slaughter wolves with his bare hands, the gap is really too big.

"Shhhh

Suddenly, there was a sound of fabric breaking, and Yan Murong actually tore open the clothes on Dong Wuyan's body with his mouth.

Then, a piece of skin whiter than snow and a black bra appeared in front of Yan Murong's eyes.