Yan Bei was still shocked by Gong Ziming's suddenly changing terrifying gaze, and suddenly heard the system prompt, and when he saw the negative motherly value, he seriously suspected that the counting system had made an error. {with}{dream} щ{suimеng][lā}

She hasn't done anything yet, just appeared in front of Gong Ziming, why did the value fall to a negative number? It's not scientific, okay!

Subconsciously, Yan Bei turned his gaze to Gong Ziming, who suddenly became excited, and the other party seemed to feel her gaze, and turned his head with a "brush", and when the four eyes met, a disgusting feeling of disgust burst out, and Yan Bei's expression froze for a moment.

Why is that? Obviously, he didn't hate himself so much when he was beaten up just now, what went wrong?

For the first time, Yan Bei was a little discouraged from the mission objectives.

If she had been before, she could still swear that she could complete the mission, but she didn't expect that the mission goal would be so tricky this time.

Yan Bei narrowed his eyes, and was about to take another look at what the disgust and disgust contained in Gong Ziming's eyes were, but Gong Ziming lowered his eyes and said coldly:

"I'll take care of my affairs myself, it's not too early, you guys rest early."

After saying politely and combingly, Gong Ziming turned around and went upstairs, looking in that direction, it seemed to be in the direction of Luo Yudie's room.

Seeing the direction he was going, Yan Bei's brows suddenly furrowed, and he didn't care about Yan Chen, who was still sitting in the seat jokingly and laughing, and immediately got up and followed.

Yan Bei didn't deliberately let go of his footsteps, and soon Gong Ziming found her and followed, and the speed was extremely fast, he just stopped at the door of Luo Yudie's room, and she immediately appeared in front of him.

With his arm stretched, he directly stopped his hand that wanted to pull the door, and stood quietly in place, like a door god, strong and unshakable.

However, what Yan Bei didn't expect was that Gong Ziming actually took out a pistol directly from his trouser pocket and put it on her forehead with an indifferent expression.

"Get out of the way!"

Yan Bei didn't move, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and his chin raised slightly, prompting Gong Ziming to pay attention to his back.

At the same time as catching a glimpse of her action, Gong Ziming only felt a slight chill in the back of his head, and something that he was so familiar with hit the back of his head.

Yan Chen, who came up with one hand in his pocket and a gun in the other, lazily tilted his head, and said with a smile or not:

"As I said earlier, if you don't respect your mother, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Gong Ziming called "uncle" in disbelief, but what he got was a ruthless sneer from Yan Chen, and his eyes were instantly covered by gloomy dark clouds.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll shoot her directly?" Gong Ziming stared at Yan Bei and asked with a smile.

What kind of smile is that? Evil, crazy, reckless.

Sure enough, the muzzle on the back of his head trembled slightly for a moment, and although it quickly returned to its previous stability, it still made Gong Ziming catch it.

As if he had grasped his biggest handle, he became more and more arrogant, and poked the muzzle of the gun against Yan Bei's forehead again, causing Yan Bei's heart to burn.

Looking at the two men in front of him threatening each other, Yan Bei showed a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, and asked funny:

"You two neurotics, do you think you're playing a survival game where you kill me and I kill her?"

"You!" She raised her chin slightly, "Gong Ziming!" Do you know who your wife is? ”

"Of course I do." Gong Ziming sneered, and poked the muzzle of the gun forward again without fear of death, and changed the conversation, and said with a sarcastic smile:

"But if you think that if you are my mother and you can make me obey you, then you are wrong."

"Yan Bei, let me tell you, you'd better give me some fun about Luo Yudie's affairs and don't get involved, otherwise, even if your dear brother is protecting you, I won't let you go!"

"Gong Ziming! Do you think I'm not going to shoot? Yan Chen said in a low voice.

However, in the face of his low drink, Gong Ziming was not afraid at all, and replied very weakly: "Do you think I won't shoot?" ”

As he spoke, the hand holding the gun wanted to poke a little further forward in order to prove to Yan Chen that he was really going to shoot.

Unexpectedly, this move completely angered his own mother Yan Bei.

Xiu's hand suddenly raised, and before Gong Ziming could react, he grabbed Gong Ziming's hand holding the gun, twisted his backhand, Gong Ziming was in pain and subconsciously let go, and the gun slipped from his hand and fell directly into Yan Bei's palm.

The weak-looking and boneless hands each held one end of the gun, and with a twist of force, the hard body of the gun directly turned into a twist, as if it was plasticine, and it was twisted into a piece of in Yan Bei's hands.

"Pop" covered the top of the stunned Gong Ziming's head.

"You kid want to die, don't you! How dare you poke me! Poke poke poke, I'll let you poke again! ”

raised his right hand, and with a slap, Gong Ziming flew out directly!

"Roll !!"

There was a loud roar of anger, only to roar the whole villa trembled violently, the crystal chandelier in the hall crackled and swayed, crumbling, with the sound of the palace "bang" on the ground, the villa gradually returned to calm.

But if you think that's the end of it, you're wrong.

Yan Bei was very angry, and the consequences were serious!

Looking at Yan Chen, who was still standing in front of him with a gun raised, Yan Bei raised his eyebrows, grabbed the gun in his hand, and slapped it heavily into his arms, saying angrily while patting:

"It's great to have a gun, isn't it? Take out the gun at every turn, you think it's handsome, don't you? Shoot? You're shooting! ”

"You have the ability to point at my son, and you have the ability to shoot me with one shot?!"

"What? Don't dare! Come on, come on, I'll help you! ”

Seeing that Yan Bei was holding his gun and slamming it at his head, Yan Chen completely recovered from the shock and hurriedly reached out to stop it.

"Sister, don't be like this!"

"Don't I do that?" Yan Bei shook his gun and laughed angrily: "Of course I won't be like this, do you think I'm a psychotic like you?" It's okay to play with a gun to your head, I'm sick! ”

Yan Chen was dumbfounded, sister, if you are such a scoundrel, I can't persuade you!

"Get out of the way!" Yan Bei shook off Yan Chen's outstretched hand, smashed the gun into his arms, stretched out his hand and pointed at the left staircase, and ordered:

"Get out of here!"

Yan Chen opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but before he could say anything, Yan Bei's raised slap made him leave in a hurry, and when he walked to the staircase, he dragged Gong Ziming, who was stunned, down together.

For Yan Bei, who was angry at the moment, the two of them were so scared.

To be honest, they had never seen a woman with such a terrible temper tantrum as Yan Bei, no, not even a man.

A group of bodyguards who were trembling with fright: Mr. Yan, your legs are weak, can you drag us away together?

Well? Why is there still anyone on the second floor?

Yan Bei frowned, and turned his head to look at the bodyguards who were trembling in the corner, just one look frightened the bodyguards to freeze in place, at a loss.