"Come here!" Ji Changmu didn't let her stay by the window, it was dangerous.

"There are a lot of people outside. With this attitude, I'm afraid we will have to stay here during the day." Qiao Muyuan lowered his head and leaned towards Ji Changmu again.

Ji Changmu hugged her and stopped her from running around: "Don't look outside anymore. It's very dangerous. If they find you, they will come in. This is not a big deal. Do you know what a sniper is?"

Of course Qiao Muyuan knew that she was successfully frightened by Ji Changmu.

The so-called sniper means that as long as she shows her head, she will be assassinated.

She hid in Ji Changmu's arms. Anyway, as long as he was there, she wouldn't be afraid.

In this situation, she didn't dare to call her bodyguards. Those stupid guys would definitely not be able to rescue them. Even if they couldn't be rescued, they might still anger the crowd outside. They could only stand still now.

It was very cold in the church, and she was next to Ji Changmu.

She actually wanted to stay with him for a while.

Ji Changmu's cell phone kept ringing. He answered several important calls but not ordinary calls.

After an hour or two, extremely noisy sounds could still be heard outside, and Ji Changmu's legs were still hurting. He knew that he would not be able to go out for a while, and there would be no way for the car to come in.

Can only wait.

Qiao Muyuan fell in love with his pistol. She had only played with it in the shooting gallery and had never touched a real gun. She touched his pistol carefully: "Brother Ji, do you carry this with you every day?"

"in case."

"I think your marksmanship is quite accurate. Who did you learn it from?"

"My father taught me when I was twelve or thirteen years old."

"Then you can teach me later."

"Girls don't need to learn."

"Then you are unwilling." Qiao Muyuan felt that he was just unwilling, so he made excuses.

Ji Changmu took back the gun in her hand and stuck it behind her waist: "Don't move around, be careful of the gun misfiring."

"What happened to that man after you shot him twice last time? Did he go to jail?"

"I didn't go to jail, but I was disabled."

"Does your leg still hurt?"

"fine."

Whatever Qiao Muyuan asked, Ji Changmu answered.

There was a natural smell of dust in this abandoned church, which was very thick and made people uncomfortable to breathe. Ji Changmu's face was still very pale and he kept coughing.

Qiao Muyuan was distressed and anxious, but she had no choice.

Of course she couldn't do what Ji Changmu couldn't do, so she could only resign herself to fate and wait for the crowd to disperse at night.

"Brother Ji, are you going to set up a branch in Washington?" Qiao Muyuan heard a reporter ask him today.

"We were making preparations last year, but looking at the current situation, I'm afraid it will be shelved."

"Having trouble? Let me help you. Do you know what my dad gave me for my twentieth birthday?" Ji Changmu didn't seem to be interested, but Qiao Muyuan insisted on telling him, "My dad gave me Qiao Muyuan."

I hold 5% of the shares of the Group, and the dividend at the end of each year is a considerable amount. Not only will I not be short of pocket money in the future, I will have almost everything I want. My dad is very good to me, and even my brother does not have this kind of treatment."

Ji Changmu was still a little surprised. The Qiao family treated Qiao Muyuan really well. They gave away 5% of the shares without fear that this stupid girl would lose all her shares and fall into the hands of others.

You should know that these 5% shares are neither too much nor too little, but if they fall into the hands of people with ulterior motives, they will be enough to pose a considerable threat to Qiao Group.
Chapter completed!