Top Giants: Rebirth of the Black-Bellied Wife

Leng Yiyao and he looked at the door at the same time. The man who came was a man in black. The whole body was wrapped tightly, only one pair of eyes showed up.

It seemed that he didn't adapt to the light in the house. He pressed the brim of his hat and blocked his eyes in half.

Leng Yiyao drinks the last sip of coffee in the cup. She pushes aside the utensil and stares at the man quietly.

"Miss Leng, just follow me when you're ready. You can't avoid it. Why make it so ugly? " A man with a hoarse voice, did not go to see the owner standing at the bar, but went to her side, directly said what he wanted.

She leaned back and leaned lightly on the soft seat. "Does the eldest prince want me to be a guest

After the bar, cleaning the utensils slightly.

Leng Yiyao and the people standing on their sides ignore the past at the same time.

"It's just our master's, not my mind." He hooked the hook and his eyes fell on her. The observation is too sharp, and it is not at the same level as the two who were in the way before.

In the end, the royal family still has some reserves.

If everyone is like those two arrogant breeding pigs, Lu Chen's seat will not last long.

She seems to have no sense of crisis. On the contrary, she looks at him with a smile: "if, I just don't go?"

Suddenly she stood up, and they were almost so close that the sound of breathing was close to her ears. But listen to her cold voice reverberated in the ear: "you can take me how!"

Almost provocative tone, but after listening to people only feel a heavy heart.

The man probably did not expect that she would open the bar in front of her, and didn't even leave any room to speak!

Without any pause, he went deep into his right hand and felt it in his arms.

Vaguely, the black coat slightly open, the next moment, exposed the outline of the gun inside.

He looked at Leng Yiyao with a cold face. He only felt that the merchant had never seen real blood. She thought she was holding the Marshal's thigh, so she would not give the prince face. She was afraid that she would not see the sun tomorrow.

"Live to see people, death to see the body. Since you will not follow me, I will have to take your body to the audience. " The natural height gap between men and women makes him look down at her from top to bottom.

The finger has touched the handle of the gun, but the next moment, his pupil is rapidly enlarged, and every drop of blood on his body is instantly solidified!

At this moment, it was like being suddenly stopped.

He looked at the cafe owner standing in front of him, his silver eyes falling on him, as if he were looking at a dead dog.

And he, with a tremor of his fingertips, slowly and slowly lowers his head. The silver fork, which should have been placed on the table with the dessert, is now inserted into his main artery, leading to the gurgling blood red.

"Well. Cough... " Blood choked into his trachea, and he was cold and dark in front of him.

Hot and humid, sticky and fishy, it was the blood under his skin, but at the moment, it was scrambling to drill out of it, as if eager to gush out immediately.

He clung to his neck, but did not dare to pull out the fork.

The wound is too deep to pull out, and he will never live tonight.

When he was dizzy, he only had time to see the corner of Leng Yiyao's mouth raised slightly, and her eyes fell on the owner of the coffee shop, smiling with deep meaning.