C567 What Do You Think I Can Do
1Shi Qian walked towards Wen Yiran.
There was a trace of fear in Wen Yiran's eyes as she stepped back and shouted, "Someone come!"
Immediately after, two bodyguards in black rushed out of one of the offices and protected Wen Yiran behind them. The bodyguards held guns in their hands and aimed at Shi Qian.
Shi Qian stopped in her tracks.
Wen Yiran saw that she stopped and laughed proudly, "You plant it and continue to walk forward!"
Shi Qianni looked at her and opened her mouth again, "Wen Yiran, hand Ke'er over. I can let you off today."
Wen Yiran seemed to have heard a joke and laughed mockingly, "Let me off! Now that your dog life is in my hands, who will let you off?!"
At this moment, the door of the reception room suddenly opened and Shi Yaorong walked out. He looked at the scene in front of him in shock, "Shi Qian!"
Shi Qian cast a cold glance at him and ignored him.
The father of the man behind Shi Yaorong, Wen Yiran, opened his mouth and said, "Yiran, what are you doing?"
Wen Yiran said, "Dad, she is the woman who caused us to lose everything back then. She is also the daughter of your friend."
"What!" The father looked at Shi Yaorong in surprise. "Brother Yaorong, is this true?"
Shi Yaorong's face turned green and white. His relationship with the Wen Family was not long ago. He did not know that Shi Qian had a grudge with the Wen family!
This bastard really knew how to cause trouble.
His attitude towards ___ was still as cold as before.
Shi Yaorong knew in his heart that his relationship with Shi Qian was very difficult to ease. Even if those mysterious people forced him, it would be useless.
Currently, Wen family seemed to have a very strong backer. He had once helped Wen Yiran's father. If he could have the help of Wen family now, perhaps he would be able to get rid of those people.
After thinking for a while, he immediately said, "Brother Wen, that's right. She has a blood relationship with me that is hard to cut off. However, four years ago, I chased this evil creature out of my home. I have nothing to do with her anymore."
When Shi Qian heard this, there was no expression on her face other than coldness.
Murong Jing was extremely angry and immediately said in a cold voice, "Shut up! A scum like you is not worthy to be Qian's father!"
Wen Yiran smiled and said, "A woman who even dislikes her own biological father, it can be seen how terrible her character is! Uncle Shi, it is right for you to kick her out of the house."
Shi Yaorong said, "Miss Wen is right."
Murong Jing clenched her fists tightly. She wished that she could snatch the gun from the bodyguard's hands and directly shoot the two of them!
Shi Qianni looked at Wen Yiran and slowly said, "I will ask you one last time. Where is Ke'er?"
Wen Yiran sneered, "If I don't tell you, what can you do?"
Just as her voice fell, Shi Qian snatched the gun from the bodyguard's hand with lightning speed and placed it on top of her head.
The smile on Wen Yiran's face instantly froze as she looked at Shi Qian in shock.
How could she be so fast!
The bodyguard was also stunned!
Before he could react, his gun was taken away.
The other bodyguard came back to his senses and was about to turn the gun in the direction of the gun when Murong Jing took a step forward and directly kicked the gun in his hand away!2
Everything happened in an instant.
Shi Yaorong and Father Wen were even more shocked!
Shi Qian stared coldly at Wen Yiran and slowly said, "What do you think I can do?"
Wen Yiran cast a sidelong glance at the gun on her head and then looked at Shi Qian. "Shi Qian, if you dare to mess around, my boyfriend will not let you go. If something happens to me, he will definitely take revenge for me!
He was a member of Leson Corporation. On the surface, Leson Corporation was doing electronics, but in reality, they were doing the arms business. It was the largest arms company in North America. How could you afford to offend them?
If something really happens to me, you and everyone around you, don't even think about getting away with it! "
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