The Cannon Fodder and Her Mr. Right

Mo Yanyang is no longer a little girl who didn't know anything at the time. The experience of the past few years has made her very clear about how sinister this world is.

Mo Yanyang would carefully check the doors and windows every day after closing the shop, but even if he was locked, he might not be able to guard against thieves.

She quickly hugged La Tiao and kissed his still somewhat confused face.

Then he quickly tucked his cell phone into him, and quickly tugged the bed sheet again. The hanging bed sheet just blocked his vision.

As long as you don't deliberately lift the sheets, you won't find anyone under the bed.

Mo Yanyang's heart beat like a drum, and within a few seconds, his back was already covered with cold sweat.

It was too late for Mo Yanyang to try to catch something that could protect himself. With a bang, the door of the room was kicked open by a powerful external force.

It was a small door temporarily installed, and it wasn't very strong at all.

In the darkness, Mo Yanyang saw a black figure come in.

He appeared to be wearing a black hood and a dazzling knife in his hand.

It was like an evil spirit that suddenly appeared at midnight, devouring pedestrians who were alone.

Mo Yanyang's throat was dry, she was terrified, but calm.

She must take this person down, not here, otherwise, he will find spicy food.

Mo Yanyang pinched herself severely, and the pain calmed her down.

She said: "Sir, if you want money, I can give it to you. The money for our store's business today is below. I will help you get it, as long as you don't hurt me."

"Go down and get it."

Mo Yanyang: "Okay..."

The man stepped aside, Mo Yan Yang walked over cautiously and went downstairs.

With the light on, Mo Yanyang opened the cabinet at the cash register.

She stepped back two steps, blocked the vase behind her, and held it quietly.

She said to the black man: "The money...you can take it all..."

The man in black took a look: "That's it?"

"Our shop is small and old...you can see it, so the profit is not very good."

Mo Yanyang stood there forcibly calmly, with shawls and no powder on his face. Under the light, his cheeks were as white as jade, and even the roomy pajamas could not hide his color.

Mo Yanyang is so pretty. Even if she doesn't deliberately dress up, many people know that the proprietress of Han Ji Xiaoguan is very pretty.

The person in black saw her eyes change, becoming more and more presumptuous, and more and more obscure, Mo Yanyang had already felt it.

She gritted her teeth and said: "Sir, I have already called the police. Now you have taken the money, hurry up and go, it is still too late..."

He hopes to scare the man in black away.

However, it was useless.

The man in black suddenly walked over, "Do you think I'm so cheating?"

Just after speaking, a vase was smashed down, with a muffled bang, the vase followed, and the figure in black shook twice.

Mo Yanyang turned around and ran, but just after two steps, his hair was caught.

"Smelly bitch, dare to smash me..."

The man in black pulled Mo Yanyang's hair and dragged her back, pinched her neck, pressed her on the table, and reached out to tear her clothes.

Mo Yanyang struggled, but all his efforts were in vain.

Breathing became more and more difficult, and her heart was desperate, and she only hoped that the spicy food would not come down.

Suddenly, the man in black felt a pain in his left hind leg, and turned his head to look down. I don't know when a small ball stood behind him, holding a compass in his hand and piercing him down.

La Tiao looked at the person in front of him fiercely: "Let go of my mother."

The man in black yelled: "Little bastard, get out..."

La Tiao was kicked away by the black-clothed man, and his small body fell heavily to the ground, shouting "Mom" in pain, and then closed his eyes and motionless.

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