Chu Zhanjin endured the severe pain, the veins on his forehead protruded, and his breathing was rapid. He turned his gaze to Xiang Yimo, and his frozen eyes instantly turned into a pool of autumn water, with tiny ripples appearing, "Are all your people dead?
Forcing a woman to kill someone!"
"This is my housework, it's not your turn to worry about it!" Nangong Han took a step forward and stood right in front of Xiang Yimo, his tall body completely blocking her, "It seems that you
He was seriously injured, bleeding so much, and died here. It’s hard for me to explain to Mr. Fujii, Mr. He, see the guest off!"
Chu Zhanjin withdrew the realization in a low voice, "No need to send it off, I will leave by myself!" Turning around, his body swayed slightly, he immediately held on to the wall, dragged his feeble legs, and walked out slowly, although
Every step pulled at his wound, and hot blood trickled out, but he, arrogant, still straightened his back without showing a trace of weakness.
Xiang Yimo looked at his thin back with a sore nose. If they had not experienced so many things, if there were not so many people between them, if they could go back to four years ago, Xiang Yimo would definitely pounce on him and hug him.
Stop him!
But now, besides staring at him silently, what else can I do?
The bright eyes were undulating with a moist luster, gradually blurring her vision and moistening her heart...
In the cave, he blocked the shot for her. Now, he ignored the wounds on his body to clear her from suspicion. He did all this just to make it up to her.
However, in fact, Chu Zhanjin did not owe her much. Four years ago, he worked for Patrick not out of his original intention, but to pay for Su Yimin's medical expenses. For four years, there was no news from him, which was not what he wanted, because
He was in a coma in bed for three whole years. He had a fiancée, which was not what he thought, but just to repay Masako for taking care of him in the past three years.
However, time has created too much helplessness for them.
To sum up his mistake, he only made the mistake of not recognizing Xiang Yimo at a glance.
Nangong Han stared at Xiang Yimo. She stared at the direction Chu Zhanjin left for a moment. Her tearful eyes were full of reluctance, touch, and heartache...
His heart clenched, a layer of frost formed on his stern face, and he shouted angrily, "What are you looking at! Everyone has left! If you look again, I will dig out your eyeballs!"
Xiang Yimo came back to her senses and wiped away her tears. Only then did she realize that cold tears had quietly covered her cheeks. She raised her head in dismay, "Do you still want me to kill someone?"
"It's useless!" Nangong Han yelled, pulled out his pistol, raised his hand, and without even glancing at it from the corner of his eye, he hit and pulled the trigger, "Bang!"
The bullet cut through the tight air, hit the forehead, and spattered a trail of blood.
The sound of gunshots made Xiang Yimo's ears ring. Warm blood splashed onto Xiang Yimo's cheeks. She was stunned in shock, her legs weakened, and she fell limply——
Nangong Han immediately supported her and said, "Soft-footed shrimp!"
Xiang Yimo struggled for a moment and murmured in a daze, "Let me go, don't touch me..." She felt that his hands were covered in blood, which was very disgusting and terrifying.
Xiang Yimo has seen his cruel and violent side more than once. It seems that killing is as commonplace to him. He can kill people with a snap of his finger. If he knew that she deceived him like this, would he?
Also tie her up and kill her with one shot?
"It's not your choice!" Nangong Han bent down and hugged her sideways.
Butler He looked at their departing figures and sighed, "Oh... someone is jealous. Madam, I can't help you. Just ask for your blessings!"
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The night spreads and the lights are bright.
There was a lot of music, singing and dancing in the place where the lights were bright and feasting, and there was a lot of noise.
Nagging complaints came from a private room in the "Ye-Se" bar.
"Chu Zhanjin is a bastard, a complete bastard, a rotten egg, a big idiot!" Masako's eyes were drunk, with two red clouds on his cheeks, holding a bottle of high-concentration brandy in his hand, pouting
He kept cursing and cursing.
"Yes, yes! Chu Zhanjin is a big bastard!" Ji Zhanxuan agreed with her, stood up and held the wine bottle in her hand, "Masako, you are almost done drinking and scolding, don't continue drinking!"
"Didn't you promise me that you won't come home until you're drunk tonight? You don't keep your words! You're a big bastard too! Hiccup..." Masako burped, held the bottle in his arms, and held it tightly with both hands.
.
"Masako, you are already drunk!"
"I'm not drunk, you're drunk!" Masako took another sip, choking on the spicy wine, her eyes filled with tears, and she began to cry, "Chu Zhanjin is a heartless man, how good I am to him!
He didn't want to get married, so I just followed him. He wanted to develop his career first, so I helped him. When he was in trouble, I decided for him... I've done so much for him, am I being mean? Is he just that?
Don’t you feel anything at all?” As he spoke, tears fell like rain and fell on the coffee table.
Ji Zhanxuan felt very sad when he saw her like this. On impulse, he hugged her and said, "It's not that you are bad, it's that he doesn't know how to cherish you. You are really good..." He gently patted her back.
Back, comforting her.
Masako lay on his shoulder and cried loudly, "He has a woman. I don't have to care about it, but he can't just watch that woman insult me..."
The pampered Masako has never suffered any grievances since she was a child, and she has never seen anyone's face. This time her self-esteem was hurt, so she drank to vent her anger.
"Don't cry, don't cry. Next time I see her, I will vent my anger for you!" Ji Zhanxuan hugged his soft body, smelling the perfume on her body and the lingering aroma of alcohol. His eyes gradually became blurred and stained with
A layer of ambiguous red appeared. The palm changed from a simple caress to a searching massage, and the temperature of the palm became more and more hot.
"Yes! Next time I see her, I must cut her into pieces!" Masako gritted his teeth and said angrily.
Maybe she was tired of crying, so she lay on Ji Zhanxuan's shoulder, too lazy to move. His big, generous palms massaged her back lightly and hard, maybe because of the alcohol, she felt her body getting hot.