Infatuation President Little Cute Wife - Chapter 364
Although Yin moting didn’t say anything more, it doesn’t mean he didn’t think about it. Qin Haocheng took out this kind of trick game for junior middle school students. It can be seen that Qin Haocheng’s stomach is not much.
Yin moting is bound to win for his purpose today.
He walked to the opposite side of Qin Haocheng with dignity, put one hand into his pants pocket, lowered his eyes and looked at the man who was called the hero of the killer world. He had to admit that this man was his biological father-in-law.
If he didn’t love Liu morxi deeply, he really didn’t want to have a relationship with such a person. He said coldly, “Qin Haocheng, you’re an old fool.” Words are frivolous, without a trace of respect.
When was Qin Haocheng insulted like this? He has been scolded for several times today. They are all the little rabbits of Yan Shang. He is also strange. The three people he saw today are the new power holders of Yan Shang. They are all young men. Their handsome faces are full of vitality and energy.
In my heart, I can’t help remembering that in the morning, I was looking in the mirror and saw my vicissitudes face in the mirror, covered with the traces of years. When I was young, he was just like them, full of ambition and ambition. Now every wrinkle on his face is like a record of the blood stuck on his hands, All recorded in folds.
Ask him never to forget, unless he turns to ashes.
Qin Haocheng stood up with the handles of a row of chairs because of Yin moting’s abuse just now. The distance between Qin Haocheng and Yin moting was only one finger long, but Yin moting didn’t see any fluctuation in his eyes.
It seems so stable and determined, and there is an indestructible power. He was a little guilty. To be precise, he was afraid of Yin moting because he was calm, which he had never seen in his opponents.
“Young man, dare you bet with me!” Qin Haocheng said coldly.
“I’d like to ask. What’s the bet?”
Qin Haocheng picked up the revolver he was playing with just now, “that’s it. There are six bullets in it. Now I take out five. One shot for you and one shot for me. We live and die! It’s better to end today’s absurd thing early and avoid the casualties of his brothers. As the young master of Yan Shang, I think you will consider it for your brothers!”
Qin Haocheng wants to force Yin moting to a dead end. If he doesn’t agree, he is tantamount to publicly announcing that his life is wrong, but agreeing is really nothing for Yin moting!
The day after he was adopted by the Yin family, he was forced to pick up the gun. No matter what type of pistol it was, he was skilled. As long as he bumped his hand, he knew there were several bullets in it. This little trick was just a show for him.
“No problem.” Yin moting readily agreed, “but I ask to check this gun. I have the right.”
Qin Haocheng flashed a trace of hesitation and immediately hid. At this time, he must maintain his image. He must not show a little fear, “show him.” He handed the gun to his men and asked him to show it to Yin moting.
Yin moting took the gun, only looked at it for a few seconds and returned it. In these seconds, Qin Haocheng’s eyes stared at the gun in Yin moting’s hand for fear of what he would do.
There should be no hands and feet! Qin Haocheng was restless and thought, yes, it must be nothing. He didn’t find anything. Even if the boy was powerful, he wouldn’t be so fast.
Qin Haocheng picked up the gun and returned to his face with confidence. However, Yin moting really moved his hands and feet in just a few seconds.
“You’re old. Come first. I wish you a blow to the head.” Yin moting finished, and the men behind him burst into applause laughter.
The bodyguards behind Qin Haocheng angrily picked up their guns. The people on Yin moting’s side did not show weakness. They were about to fight between lightning and flint.
Qin Haocheng gave an order, “put the guns down.” His men angrily put down their guns. Some people have jumped angrily. This is exactly what Yin moting wants. He wants to frustrate them.
“Yin moting, it’s not good to fight.”
“Yes, you’re right. It’s impolite.” Yin moting restrained his edge and looked at Qin Haocheng quietly. Waiting for his first shot.
Qin Haocheng picked up the gun and pointed it at his head, gritting his teeth and empty the gun. It’s Yin moting’s turn. He handed the gun to Yin moting, “it’s your turn.”
Yin moting took the gun without a trace of tension, but smiled happily. He didn’t even hesitate. He shot himself in the head, which was also an empty gun. He reluctantly spread his hand, “I’m sorry to disappoint you.”
The gun returned to Qin Haocheng again. Now there are four guns left. He has a three-quarters chance. Qin Haocheng thought his luck would not be so bad. Sure enough, it was an empty gun.
But Yin moting’s shot was also empty. When Qin Haocheng got the gun again, his wrists trembled. He began to regret. Don’t play such an exciting game.