The beauty god is forced to love every day

Mu Tingxiao was wearing a black suit, a rare white shirt underneath, and a black tie, with the buttons buttoned up meticulously.

She sat calmly on the sofa, her legs crossed straight, her slender hands casually resting on her knees, stroking the ring on her left ring finger.

The whole person exudes an extremely oppressive aura.

The thin lips parted slightly, and a cold and ruthless voice sounded, "You lose."

The man opposite was wearing a white suit, with cold and hard facial lines, the same pair of deep blue eyes, and his eyebrows were almost exactly the same as Mu Tingxiao's.

There was always a faint smile on her lips, as if she was confident of victory. She did not take Mu Tingxiao's words seriously, but glanced at the ring on Mu Tingxiao's hand.

"When did you get married?"

Mu Tingxiao's fingers stroked the ring and paused for a moment. The black gem in the middle emitted a faint glow, but was pressed down by his thumb, with only a corner of black showing.

"It has nothing to do with you."

Upon hearing this, Mu Hansheng smiled indifferently and calmly pressed the remote control in his hand. Suddenly, a scene of fierce gun battle appeared on the electronic screen.

It was the scene where Yan Qing was surrounded in the underground garage.

Mu Tingxiao stood up suddenly and stared at the surveillance screen. He saw that Yan Qing's originally beautiful cheek was covered with bloodstains and her left hand was bleeding.

The silver wolf's tail was also stained with blood, and the tassel on the left ear seemed to be wet with blood, dazzling red.

"You said that if you rush over now, wouldn't it be a good opportunity to collect his body?" Mu Hansheng said with a smile.

Mu Tingxiao kicked the heavy sofa chair, and it fell to the ground with a loud bang, his eyes were bloodshot.

"Mu! Han! Sheng! You'd better pray that he's okay, otherwise, I will bury the entire Mu family with him, including me."

Mu Hansheng stared at Mu Tingxiao's back as he left and chuckled, "Hurry up! Otherwise, such a beautiful person will be shot through the head."

"My people will not leave his body intact."

Xiaoyi was waiting at the door. Suddenly, the door opened and Mu Tingxiao strode out, with a furious look on his face.

Like an angry lion, ready to attack at any time.

Xiaoyi hadn't seen the boss so out of control for a long time, and he couldn't help but feel frightened. Ever since the boss was found to have problems controlling his emotions, he started taking medication.

This kind of situation hasn't happened for a long time, and recently with Young Master Yan around, the boss has laughed more often.

He thought the boss had returned to normal, but it seemed he was in disguise.

"Boss."

"Go to Jinchi Mall and take everyone with you." Mu Tingxiao said this, took the double guns from Xiaoyi's waist, and drove away alone.

Although Xiaoyi didn't understand why, he still gathered his men as quickly as possible and started heading towards Jinchi Mall.

Along the way, Mu Tingxiao stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and sped up to the fastest speed. This road was closed by Mu Hansheng, and there were no vehicles passing through here, which was much more convenient.

His hands holding the steering wheel trembled slightly. For the first time, he felt scared and felt very nervous.

Qingqing, wait for me.

underground garage.

Yan Qing looked at the last bullet in the gun and frowned, "Feng Xin, do you have any more bullets?"

Feng Xin shook his head, his short black hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to his forehead, "Master, there is no more."

The enemies around them seemed to realize that the two men were out of bullets, and began to slowly close the encirclement and move forward cautiously.

Yan Qing looked at the people getting closer and closer. The countless black muzzles of the guns made his scalp tingle. It seemed that he couldn't leave today.

He sighed and patted Feng Xin's shoulder. "Don't show your head for a while. Go back to Country A and wait for me. Tell dad and the others not to act rashly. I'll be back soon."

After explaining, he took a deep breath and stood up suddenly, "Mu Tingxiao, I'm with you..."

Before he could finish his words, there was a sharp gunshot, piercing the tense and solemn air.

Feng Xin rushed out at some point and stood in front of Yan Qing. The bullet shot straight into Feng Xin's chest, and his body trembled violently.

Yan Qing's eyes widened in horror, and before he could react, Feng Xin knocked him to the ground, with countless spots of light flashing behind him.

Feng Xin's face turned pale as paper in an instant, blood kept gushing out from his wounds. He opened his lips with difficulty, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

He uttered slowly, "Master, I'm sorry, Feng Xin is incompetent and can't protect you..."

The blood fell onto Yan Qing's chest, so hot that it drove people crazy. He turned around and hugged Feng Xin, reaching out to cover the wound that was bleeding profusely.

"Feng Xin! Don't sleep, you can't sleep..."

The trembling voice echoed in the air, carrying endless pain and despair.

However, the person in his arms had long since died and would never respond to him.

At this moment, a black car rushed in like lightning, broke through the layers of encirclement, braked suddenly, and stopped steadily in front of Yan Qing.

The car door was suddenly pushed open, and Mu Tingxiao's tall figure appeared in front of him.

His face was stern, with a sharp look between his eyebrows, his eyes were deep and sharp, and his tightly pursed thin lips revealed his seriousness and anger at the moment.

But the moment he saw Yan Qing, his originally furious emotions were relieved, the scarlet in his eyes faded and was replaced by a gentle blue, and he extended his hand to Yan Qing.

His tone was gentle, "Qingqing, let's go! It's dangerous."

Yan Qing raised his head from his dazed state, his black eyes filled with murderous intent, and he suddenly drew his gun and pointed it at Mu Tingxiao.

"Mu Tingxiao, you simply disgust me. Feng Xin is only 22 years old and he has a fiancée waiting for him to return home. Why did you want to kill him?"

Mu Tingxiao was slightly startled, a trace of disbelief flashed across his face, "Qingqing, I didn't kill him!"

Yan Qing's hands were shaking violently, and his voice was almost a roar: "Who else could it be if not you? These are all your people. Without your order, who would dare to shoot!"

Mu Tingxiao frowned and explained anxiously, "It really wasn't me. There was a misunderstanding. Qingqing, please listen to me."

"Misunderstanding?" Yan Qing sneered, "Mu Tingxiao, save your words for the King of Hell!"

After saying that, Yan Qing no longer hesitated and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The bullet shot towards Mu Tingxiao's chest. He did not dodge but took a step forward. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, staining his white shirt red.

But he still walked forward firmly, with a faint smile on his face and a voice full of pain and helplessness.

"Qingqing, even if you want my life, I will give it to you without hesitation, but now is not the time to argue. It is really dangerous."

Suddenly, gunshots rang out without warning, creating chaos.

Originally, they thought these people were Mu Tingxiao's men, but at this moment, they all pointed their guns at the two of them and shot wildly.