Rebirth of the Famous Wife: Li Shao and the Thief

"Don't move!"

"Don't move!"

At almost the same instant, Ming Ye and Bai Cheng took out their guns at the same time, and stood up from their seats, pointing straight at each other with the tops of their muzzles.

Immediately afterwards, the blood eagle next to Mingye and the subordinates next to Baicheng picked up their guns in unison, aiming their guns firmly at each other's foreheads.

Their speeds are almost equal. It can be said that they are evenly matched.

Tang Nuanhua was shocked by this sudden move, and almost couldn't even hold the phone securely.

Damn, what's the matter? Didn't it mean that it was easy to exchange hostages? How well they stood up to each other?

If this happens, if there is a real disagreement, will the father be hopeless?

Thinking of this, Tang Nuan's painting had to carefully pull Ming Ye's sleeve next to him, and then looked at Baicheng, "What are you two doing? Didn't we say that we exchanged hostages?"

Hearing that, the atmosphere seemed to ease suddenly.

Bai Cheng smiled at Ming Ye, "It seems that Brother Ming is also here prepared?"

Ming Ye twitched the corners of her mouth expressionlessly, "each other each other."

In fact, they were just testing each other.

Seeing that Mingye drew his spear at such a speed, Bai Cheng felt a little bit in his heart. He said that this person does not seem to be a provocative character, and it is better not to be hard-headed.

So Bai Cheng opened his mouth again with a smile, "Brother Ming, why don't we say 321, let's put down the guns together, sit down and talk, how about?"

"As long as you let it go, I will let it go." Ming Ye agreed calmly.

"Okay, it's an arms tycoon, so refreshing." Bai Cheng smiled lightly, and the two began to count down.

"Three, two, one..."

With a soft "click", the guns were placed on the table.

Both Baicheng and Mingye kept their promises, and then sat down again, and their subordinates put away their guns as soon as possible, and the atmosphere finally relaxed again.

"call--"

Tang Nuan was so scared to death, seeing the two of them calm down, it was a sigh of relief.

However, she was still a little frightened in her heart. She didn't expect that the men on the road were so terrible.

It seems that it is not suitable to stay here for a long time, otherwise, if the two of them disagree for a while, maybe they will really fight.

So next, Tang Nuan didn’t say much about paintings, and directly discussed with Baicheng, “Boss Bai, I think we might as well not be complicated. Just bring my father and I will bring Song Yijun, and we will return the hostages to each other. How about each other?"

Hearing this, Baicheng resumed his smile, "Of course there is no problem."

"it is good."

Tang Nuan painted a sigh of relief when Baicheng had agreed, and then turned around and said to the blood eagle, "Thank you."

The blood eagle understood, nodded gently, and then went out to take the hostages.

Baicheng did not slack off either, and soon the two sides brought the hostages over.

"Let go of me, let me go!" Song Yijun was still struggling when he entered the door.

When Tang Zhen walked in, he lowered his head, because he didn't know what he was going to face.

I didn't want to, when there was an exclamation not far away, "Dad!"

The moment Tang Nuanhua saw Tang Zhen, she almost cried. She finally saw her father, and finally saw it!

"Painting? You are painting!"

After Tang Zhen heard his daughter's voice, he suddenly raised his head, and he saw Tang Nuan's painting.

"Dad, I'm sorry, the painting has caused you to suffer." Tang Nuanhua suddenly said with a heartache.

Because just looking at it from a distance, she found that her father had been severely haggard in the past two months, not only had the hair on her head grayed a lot, but even the wrinkles on her face had become deeper.

Tang Nuan didn't need to think about painting to know that his father must have suffered all this time, and it was inevitable that he could not get enough to sleep.

Tang Nuanhua wanted to kill himself when he thought that his father was so old that he would have to suffer such hardship.

But at this point, she can only watch the poor old father keep confessing, "I'm sorry, Dad, it's all my fault, I should care more about you, otherwise you won't encounter such a thing."

"Painting, don't say that. It's not your fault. All this is my father's carelessness. It's my father's fault."

Tang Zhen didn't feel that he had suffered a little bit. On the contrary, he knew that his daughter had given up the wedding for his own affairs a while ago, and that was painful.

All in all, both father and daughter feel very sorry for each other.

At this time, the onlookers around were a little moved when they saw this scene, and they felt a little unspeakable.

But in the eyes of Baicheng, who has been an orphan since he was a child, all this is only a fierce irony!

Suddenly, I saw Baicheng clapped his hands with a smile without a smile, "Okay, it's really a good show of father-daughter affection, it's moving, even I have to cry."

"But Miss Tang, don't just reminisce with your father and forget our business."

Hearing the sound, Tang Nuan's painting immediately withdrew his mind.

Then she reached out and wiped the wet corners of her eyes, and replied indifferently, "Of course I won't forget. Didn't I bring Song Yijun to you too?"

"Boss." After seeing Baicheng, Song Yijun yelled obediently.

Bai Cheng just gave a faint snort, dismissed it, and then looked at Tang Nuan's painting, "If this is the case, let's change it, down dozens of sounds, let's slowly exchange the hostages together, how about?"

"Good." Tang Nuan had no objection to painting.

Then, Shuangyi started the countdown.

"Ten, nine, eight..."

With the gradual progress of the voice, the hand holding the hostage was slowly released, and then Song Yijun and Tang Zhen exchanged and walked towards each other.

"Dad, you are finally back." Tang Nuanhua saw his father finally come back, tears welled up in his eyes instantly.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Song Yijun suddenly turned back. Before the count was over, she ran back to Baicheng suddenly, then picked up the gun on the table and turned her head at Tang Zhen's back.

"Dad!" Tang Nuanhua's eyes widened for an instant, and he rushed forward quickly.

boom!

"what!"

At almost the same time, as Song Yijun fired his gun, Tang Nuan's shoulder blade was severely hit by a bullet.

For an instant, everyone was stunned, and no one thought that Song Yijun would come so despicable!

But Mingye soon reacted. Seeing that the other party didn't keep his promises, he didn't care about the order, "Call me!"

"Yes!"

Hearing the order, the blood eagle immediately drew a gun from his waist with one hand, and then aimed at Baicheng to shoot, one by one from the left and right hands, the shooting technique was terrifying.