Leng Shaoba's favorite wife

Chapter 1

Late at night, the night is as cold as water.

On the semi-circular balcony, the man stands while holding the railing.He was wearing a pure black Armani shirt with all three buttons down from the neckline open, and the sleeves were rolled up, revealing half of his slender and strong arms.The moonlight shines down, and a handsome face with a sharp outline can be vaguely seen.

He was born with a gorgeous and enchanting face, but now he reveals the honey-colored muscular chest muscles below the collarbone, and that sexy body that is too late to dissipate, in the eyes of others, he only feels a little more charming.

Behind the man stood a number of attendants and housekeepers. The head housekeeper glanced at the commotion in the courtyard, and couldn't help frowning, saying: "Master Leng, we were careless, I will..."

He raised his hand to silence the voice behind him.The silvery moonlight concealed his expression, and only saw that very handsome face with a bluish-white color.It's so cold, it makes people feel weird and unpredictable.

His sense of oppression was too strong, the housekeeper was afraid to speak without authorization, and his face was a little pale.At this time, there were more and more attendants in the courtyard, and all the specially trained guards were surrounded in front of the iron gate of the villa. They couldn't act rashly without waiting for the master's instructions.

The two wrought iron gates designed by classical European courts are a full three meters high, and this exquisitely crafted gate, equipped with the most advanced alarm, unexpectedly climbed a petite figure at this time.

Under the dark night, a thin figure climbed up with difficulty. She clasped the hollow part of the iron door with both hands, and stepped up with both feet. After she climbed to the highest point, she straddled her legs apart. above the iron gate.Before she had time to catch her breath, the moment she raised her head, a pair of dark eyes tightly grasped the man on the balcony directly opposite.

Across a long distance, the cold aura exuded by that man was still strong and irresistible.

Mo Wan took a deep breath, almost overwhelmed by the potential persecution.She raised her head, tried her best to calm her eyes, and met those dark eyes that couldn't see clearly.

The man standing on the balcony twitched his mouth slightly, his charming face was filled with interest, "Butler Song, let someone let her in."

The butler paused, but did not dare to question: "Yes!"

Everyone left quickly, following the man's instructions, to bring people in.

On the second floor, in the spacious study.

Shallow gauze curtains floated with the gentle night wind, and a figure was kneeling in front of the desk, wearing a white gown and dark blue jeans, simple and clean.Her spine is straight, and the white sneakers under her feet are stained with black spots because of the climbing just now.

Mo Wan lowered her eyes and clasped her fingers tightly because of nervousness. The slender figure and the hair with noodles in clear soup were so ordinary that they couldn't be more ordinary.The woman in front of her should be so ordinary, but she has a pretty face, one can even say, exquisite.

The man sitting in the shadows was holding his chin with one hand, staring at her face with piercing eyes, with a half-smile on his thin lips, "Who asked you to break into Leng's house?"

"No one." Mo Wan knelt on the ground with a sudden expression on her face. Her long vertical hair covered her face, making it difficult to see her expression clearly.

The moonlight came in from the window and fell all over her face. With her pale face and frowning brows, she was used to patience, and when she was wronged, she just pressed her lips tighter.

The man on the opposite side seemed to be laughing, a bright brilliance flashed in the dark night, he caressed the diamond tail ring in his left hand, stood up leisurely, and walked over.

Lifting her face slightly, the man leaned down, looked at her, and said in a low voice, "What do you want?"

"money!"

A sonorous and powerful word, without any affectation, straightforward expression.

Leng Zhuo smiled slightly, raised his slender fingers slightly, and his entourage immediately turned and left, and gently closed the door of the study.

The surroundings became quiet and silent.Kneeling on the ground, with slight pain oozing, Mo Wan lowered his eyes, and happened to see the dazzling brilliance in the little finger of his left hand in his wandering eyes.

"Are you interested in taking a gamble?"

A soft murmur suddenly sounded in his ears, like whispers between lovers. Before Mo Wan could recover, he saw a silver revolver in his hand in a blink of an eye.

There are six magazines in the drum-type magazine, and he lightly removed five bullets inside, leaving only one bullet.

"you……"

Mo Wan's complexion changed, and cold sweat overflowed instantly on his forehead. This man has always been known as a pervert, and she had a vague premonition of what he was about to do.

"One shot!" The corner of Leng Zhuo's mouth curled up, his black eyes full of playfulness, "If you don't die, you can get what you want."

In the past, so many lives were at stake, but none of them frightened her so intensely and made her completely hopeless.

The look in her eyes completely pleased Leng Zhuo.

Mo Wan stared straight at him, her eyes were as bright as the stars, deep and bottomless yet sparkling.Such beautiful pure eyes hide the most deadly poison in the world.

She had no choice but to risk her life, "It's a deal!"

In the dark light and shadow, Leng Zhuo's evil black eyes like cold stars lit up. He lightly grasped the handle of the gun, pointed it at her temple, and pulled the trigger.

Mo Wan bit her lip tightly, beads of sweat dripped down her slender neck, she held her breath, and turned to look at him.At that moment, she seemed to see huge black wings spread out behind this man.

That's what Satan looked like when he came down to earth.

Snapped……

The cold metal sound pierced her fragile nerves, Mo Wan swallowed with difficulty, her heart fell from her throat.This shot is empty.She won the bet.

"Good luck..." He retracted the gun, playing with the silver .[-] between his fingers.

Mo Wan raised her hand to wipe off the cold sweat on her face. She didn't care about questioning the legality of his holding a gun, but secretly speculated that her luck wasn't too bad. With a one-sixth probability, she still had a good chance of winning.

boom……

The next moment, white smoke billowed from the silver muzzle, and the bullet forcibly penetrated the wine cabinet behind her.The glass door of the wine cabinet splashed, and a bottle of 82-year-old Lafite was scattered all over the place.

(End of this chapter)