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542 No matter how cunning the mistress is, she can only be punished to death (2)

"Really?" Luo Ning asked.

"It's true!" Han Xuemei was afraid that she would lock herself up on excuses, so she nodded in a hurry.

"Don't force it!" Luo Ning said again.

"No, no!" Han Xuemei waved her hand.

After being with Leng Yan for a long time, Luo Ning also learned a lot from him. At least he learned this skill that was cheap and good-looking. Now he used it on Han Xuemei, it was very exciting.

Especially when seeing Han Xuemei, she gritted her teeth and felt so angry that she had to smile with her face, Luo Ning felt a sense of accomplishment in her heart. Finally, she understood why Leng Yan's bad guy always liked to bully her. This was so fulfilling.

"Let's go!"

Luo Ning greeted him and stepped forward to handcuff Han Xuemei and let her go.

Han Xuemei shrank her body in a reflex, which was very unnatural. She was afraid of the ropes by a snake for ten years. She was afraid of Luo Ning. Even though Luo Ning said she wanted to let her go now, she was still very wary.

Luo Ning turned a blind eye to her alertness, grabbed her hands, removed the handcuffs from her wrists, then opened the door of the information room, walked out first, walked out a few steps, and saw Han Xuemei still standing there in a daze, and turned around and greeted her, "What are you stupid? Could it be that you are not enough to stay inside?"

"Oh..." Han Xuemei was immediately frightened as a little rabbit when she heard this, and rushed out in a hurry, afraid that Luo Ning would lock her up again.

Outside the police gate.

Han Xuemei looked at the sun outside, breathing free air, and felt like she was reborn. This feeling was so good, and her whole body was filled with comfort.

While gaining freedom, Han Xuemei's mind became alive and wanted to escape from Luo Ning immediately, go back and make a good plan, and take revenge.

She was imprisoned for two days and was beaten so miserably. Her hatred for Luo Ning was like a surging sea and as fierce as a volcanic lava.

Han Xuemei took a deep breath and was about to make it clear to Luo Ning, telling Luo Ning that she would not go to eat her meal, and telling Luo Ning that there was no end between them, but when she turned around to face Luo Ning, she couldn't say a word, because what she saw was not only Luo Ning, but also the black muzzle.

Luo Ning was smiling and pointed a gun at her, as if she poured a basin of cold water on her head, turning all her anger into cold sweat.

"Ah, what's wrong with you? It seems very hot." Luo Ning stepped forward with concern, but the direction of the muzzle did not change at all, and he still pointed directly at Han Xuemei.

Han Xuemei's face turned pale as paper, her hair was standing on her body, and she felt like she was nailed to the spot, and she didn't dare to move, and there was more cold sweat on her forehead.

"Are you okay?" Luo Ning said with concern.

After noticing that Han Xuemei looked at the gun in her hand in horror, she suddenly said, "Oh, sorry, there are no cases on hand in the past few days, and I have never used the gun. I always feel like there is something missing, so I will take it out and gesture. Don't worry, this gun has insurance. As long as you don't open the insurance, you won't shoot." Luo Ning said and pulled the insurance open.

"Did you see it? This is to open the safety, pull the trigger, shoot the bullet, and there is a possibility of fire!" Luo Ning explained, but Han Xuemei's face became paler and paler, and in the end she was simply disgusted because the muzzle was still pointing at her.
Chapter completed!
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