Outright Favoritism

Chapter 276 Shang Shaoyan, you kill the heart

The hidden thoughts were revealed, and Yun Li's handsome face was rarely stiff.

He pressed his hands on the edge of the table and tightened slightly, his eyes were full of complexity, and it took him a long time to gritted his teeth and asked sonically: "So what?!"

Knowing her for eight years and guarding her for five years.

But because of the three-year gap, the return is wrong.

Yun Li couldn't accept such a blunder.

Shang Yu looked at his gradually savage expression, bends his thin lips indifferently and remotely, holding up the teacup and gently motioning, "Unfortunately, she can only be mine."

A simple statement made Yun Li's chest a surge of blood.

Shang Shaoyan, he spoke the most arrogant words with the calmest attitude.

Yun Li's pale lips pursed and turned pale, unable to restrain himself from trying to take a gun, he did extend his hand.

But when he touched the position of the back midfielder, he desperately remembered that Colt had already been given to Li Qiao.

Yun Li retracted his hand, pressing his palm on the teacup alive, ignoring the smoky heat fumigating the skin and flesh, he squeezed it tightly, and said every word, "But if you die, she won't be."

He really moved the killing mind.

Shang Shaoyan bombed his headquarters and wounded his brother. He never thought of killing him.

But when he heard Li Qiao had become his girl, Yun Li wanted him to die.

As long as he is dead, Li Qiao will no longer be his girl.

At this moment, Yun Li was full of anger, the tea cup was cracked under his rough palm, and hot tea also gurgled out along the crack.

He thought that even without a gun, even with his bare hands, he would not necessarily lose.

Then, a handful of golden desert eagles was suddenly thrown onto the table.

The sound of Qiang shocked Yun Li's soul.

He looked down at the gun, and condensed Shangyu again, his eyes flashing crazy.

At this moment, Shang Yu put his arm on the corner of the table, raised his chin to the desert eagle, looked at Yunli with deep and deep eyes, and said, "You can try."

try what?

Oh, try to kill Shang Shaoyan, will Li Qiao belong to him?

Yun Li's hand holding the teacup loosened, and he looked at the gun straight away, as long as he picked it up and pointed it at Shang Shaoyan's forehead, then... everything was over.

Thinking of this, Yun Li did the same.

He hooked the desert eagle in his hand, raised it inch by inch, and pointed it at Shang Yu's eyebrows.

Yun Li's index finger squeezed the trigger, his eyes condensed on the man opposite, he tried to use force several times, but hesitated and didn't do it.

"Shang Shaoyan, are you really afraid of death?" His voice was like a tight string, hoarse to the extreme.

Shang Yu's eyes are half drooping, his thin lips lightly raised, still maintaining an elegant and lazy sitting posture.

He responded silently, but it was better than all words.

At the same time, the door of the box opened.

Li Qiao slowly pushed the door and walked over, raising her eyes to see that her entire face was instantly cold.

And all her reactions afterwards mostly came from the subconscious.

Under the influence of her subconscious mind, she stepped forward, and in Yun Li's expression of shock, she quickly took off the gun, pointed her muzzle at the wall with her backhand, and hit the magazine blankly.

A total of nine bullets were fired in a few seconds, and the beautifully decorated walls were riddled with holes.

After the gunfire, everything was calm.

Li Qiao held his gun to the tabletop and looked directly at Yun Li, "Move him, move me first."

When the words fell, she took out Colt and slowly put it on the table.

Yun Li's eyes trembled--

The Desert Eagle belongs to Shang Yu, and Colt belongs to him.

She held the desert eagle to protect Shang Yu, but handed back the gun he sent.

Thousands of words, unclear and unclear.

Yun Li only knew that he had lost without a fight.

His throat was dry, with a faint rust-like bitterness.

In the depths of the light, Shang Yu is still as cold as a mountain, gently curling his lips.

Shang Shaoyan, a good method, kill the heart first.

In this way, it gave him a fatal blow.

Yun Li looked down at Colt on the table, and did not return for a long time.

He also wanted to sort out his mood, sit down again, and pretend that nothing happened.

But it is too difficult.

The moment Li Qiao was desperate for Shang Yu, he knew that he was defeated.

Yun Li is not an impulsive hairy boy, even if his heart is turned upside down, he can still maintain a relative calm on the face.

He gritted his teeth, pushed Colt in front of Li Qiao pretentiously, glared at her, and smiled hoarsely, "You **** mad at me again?"

The waves in Li Qiao's eyes gradually receded, watching Yun Li faintly breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't go crazy if you don't want me to anger you."

Just before entering, she saw Yun Li holding the desert eagle at Shang Yu's eyebrows.

The anger and tension aroused by the subconscious made her take a series of actions without thinking.

However, Li Qiao still had feelings for Yun Li.

If you were someone else, then the nine bullets would not hit the wall.

"Let's order." At this time, Shang Yu, who had been silent for a long time, said in a deep voice, pulling back the two of them to their senses.

The moment Yun Li took the seat, he felt that his legs were already stiff and paralyzed.

Li Qiao took Colt again and handed the Desert Eagle to Shang Yu. The moment the two touched their fingertips, she couldn't help but glance at the man.

It's okay to show the gun, what to do!

I thought that the two of them would fight a fight at best, but when I didn't expect it, they moved the gun.

If she comes back a few minutes late, can she still imagine the consequences?

...

Ten minutes later, the waiter delivered dishes one after another.

Yun Li kept looking down at his phone, until the vibration broke the peace of the box, he grabbed the jacket on the armrest, got up and walked out, "I'll answer the phone."

Li Qiao watched him take away his coat, and before asking, Yun Li's figure had disappeared outside the door.

He left with an excuse and didn't want to see the tacit understanding between them that they couldn't get in, let alone let Li Qiao discover his own thoughts.

Some are decent, you have to keep it for yourself.

Yun Li came to the parking lot, sat in the car, and covered the roof again.

In the quiet carriage, his gaze was blank and he looked directly at the row of luxury cars on the opposite side. After a long time, he eagerly searched for something in the storage box.

There is no smoke.

This is the new car just mentioned, without smoke.

The bitter taste in his mouth is overflowing, and he urgently needs a cigarette to relieve certain emotions.

Not long after, the lake-blue Ferrari galloped out and merged into the traffic in a blink of an eye.

Around the street corner, Yun Li went to the convenience store to buy cigarettes and alcohol, parked the car on the side road, got into the carriage and started to smoke and drink.

The most choking smoke, the strongest wine, can't suppress the bitterness in the throat.

After not smoking for a long time, the smoke choked into his lungs, making his eyes red.

At this moment, the phone on the dashboard hummed.

Yun Li drank half a can of beer again, squeezed the can, picked up the phone, and his voice returned to low and cold, "Said."

The call was from Yunling.

He didn't hear Yun Li's fault, and said in a cheerful tone: "Brother, you can do it, you actually made preparations in advance."

(End of this chapter)