Liang Yunsheng frowned tightly. For some reason, his body was a little light and could not lift it.
She took a step back and had long become very alert to Yin Junze, a despicable villain.
Yin Junze grabbed Liang Yunsheng’s wrist and prevented her from leaving too far away from her: “What are Miss Yunsheng afraid of? I can eat it, can you not want to hear how I am struggling with love with you?”
“Stop saying these disgusting words. The Liang family owes you money. Whatever you want is your business, it’s your business. It’s their business. Now it has nothing to do with me. I’m talking once, I’m leaving.”
Liang Yunsheng shook Yin Junze’s wrist hard and turned around to leave. She originally thought that An Ziming, who was beside her, would definitely come up to stop her, but who knew that such a thing had not happened.
I just heard a clicking sound from behind me, and then Chen Zinuo’s extremely scared voice suddenly sounded: “Yun Sheng, Yun Sheng, don’t leave.”
Liang Yunsheng turned around and saw Yin Junze holding a gun in his hand, easily and easily holding it in his hand. It seemed that the gun was not a murder weapon at all, but a small toy, and I didn’t care.
“Yin Junze, are you sick, you actually want to kill someone for me. I told you that I didn’t think anything is worthy of you. Even if you kill me, what if you do?” Seeing him doing this, Liang Yunsheng finally couldn’t help but get angry
“I don’t want to kill you, Yunsheng.” Yin Junze curled his lips, lowered his head, looked at the black muzzle in his hand, and pressed against Chen Zinuo’s temple, “I just want you to stay.”