Chapter 539

As soon as    approached, before he had time to act, Wen Churan suddenly took out a gun and pressed it impartially on his forehead.

  The change happened almost at this instant.

   Yaheng's smile sank, and his body was frozen, afraid to move, lest the bullet would shoot through his head.

  He couldn't suppress the consternation in his heart, "Miss Sister, do you even carry a gun with you?"

Wen Churan said coldly, "You are wrong. This is a gun specially prepared for you. From the time you stuffed a note and asked me to come to this place, I already knew that you must have a problem. Why don't you bring something to defend yourself? Row?"

   "Ah...that's how it is..." The boy suddenly realized, and praised, "I always think that my little sister is beautiful and good-looking, and I have never found that my little sister is so smart."

  Wen Churan smiled contemptuously, "Many people underestimate me, but every time, I can surprise them!"

   "What do you want, Miss Sister?" The boy blinked a pair of peachy eyes, without the slightest fear. "Shoot me?"

  Wen Churan was about to answer his question, when a man's anxious calling suddenly sounded behind him.

   "Wen Chu Dye!"

  The call was so familiar that she had already guessed who it was when she heard the first tone.

   Turned his head and looked, he saw that the figure of Mo Shi appeared outside the factory, leading a group of guards from the Presidential Palace to rush over here.

  Almost in an instant, Wen Churan reacted, and quickly put the gun into Yaheng's hand, and then lay down on the ground, closed his eyes, and there was no more movement.

  Yaheng held the gun, completely dumbfounded, and didn't understand what Wen Churan wanted to do with this unprepared change.

  When he recovered, the guards had taken the gun from his hand and bound him firmly.

  Sheng Shimo knelt down, looked at Wen Churan who was lying on the ground anxiously, and shouted a few times. Seeing that she didn't respond, he hugged her horizontally.

  He looked at Yaheng, his icy eyes were mixed with anger. "Because it is a relationship between brothers, I have always kept one eye closed, but now, it's impossible!"

  In these unfeeling words, there is no brotherhood at all.

   Yaheng glanced at the woman in his arms, "Is it for the young lady?"

   "Yes." Sheng Shimo admitted without hesitation.

  Unfortunately, he didn't notice that the woman who was in a coma in her arms raised her mouth secretly.

  After Yaheng was taken away, Sheng Shimo took Wen Chu into the car and ordered the driver to go to the nearest hospital.

  In spite of this, he was still worried, turning Wen Churan's body over and over, looking for the wound on her body.

  Wen Churan originally wanted to pretend to be longer, but was tossed by the man and almost vomited, and then had to open his eyes and coughed weakly.

   Seeing her wake up in the prime of life, Mo hurriedly asked, "Did Yaheng do anything to you? Where did you get hurt? Where did you feel uncomfortable?"

  In the arms of a man, Wen Churan is extremely satisfied with the warm feeling.

  But she still had to pretend to be painful on the surface "Yaheng... he... hit me..."

   Seeing the woman's face pale, her brows furrowed, Mo's heart suddenly throbbed in Shengshi, so she started rummaging her body again, "Where does it hurt? Where did he hit you?"

  After searching for a long time, let alone a wound, I didn’t even find a piece of scratched skin.

  Wen Churan held his hand tremblingly, and said weakly, "Don't...don't find it, there are no wounds...it's an internal injury..."

  (End of this chapter)