"Li Juefeng!" Seeing him like this, Gu Xiaoai rushed forward in fear, supported his body, and asked nervously, "How are you?"
Does he use his body as a bet?
If she didn't say this and stayed, would he continue to regard himself as a gun rake? How could he be so crazy...
Li Juefeng swayed, lowered his eyes to look at her, and continued to ask with difficulty, "Are you really not leaving?"
It seemed that I had to confirm it again from her mouth.
Gu Xiaoai turned to Wu Jiang anxiously and shouted, "Why don't you call an ambulance yet?!"
"Already called, Miss Gu." Wu Jiang stepped forward and replied.
This scene of Mr. Li shocked everyone. He had seen Mr. Li beating a woman, but he had never seen Mr. Li shoot himself...
"Then come and help him!"
Gu Xiaoai said excitedly that she would soon be unable to support Li Juefeng's weight alone.
When Wu Jiang heard this, he quickly stepped forward. Li Juefeng's voice became a little hoarse, but he still said harshly, "Get away! I'm not dead yet!"
It was just two shots, and he could still stand.
He's not that weak.
"Yes, Mr. Li." Wu Jiang immediately stood aside and stopped moving.
"Gu Xiaoai." Li Juefeng pushed away Gu Xiaoai's hand that was supporting him, and looked at her with distracted eyes, whose face was full of tears. These tears were shed for him...
As long as she's willing to stay, it's worth a few more shots.
Gu Xiaoai looked at his face, tears fell from her eyes, blurring her vision.
Li Juefeng's pale lips revealed a proud smile, "You stayed here voluntarily, I didn't force you."
"Li Juefeng, you are a madman."
In order to keep her, he even risked his life.
"Yes, I am just a lunatic!" Li Juefeng admitted frankly, his figure swayed again, and the look in his eyes was even more distracted than before.
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"Stop making trouble, let's go sit in the car and wait for the ambulance." Gu Xiaoai looked at him nervously and worriedly, and wanted to go up to help him, but was pushed away by Li Juefeng again.
"I can stand!"
Li Juefeng stood there with all his strength, sweat pouring from his forehead. He endured the pain, focused his eyes hard, stared at her and gritted his teeth and asked, "Gu Xiaoai, do you love me?!"
His tone never changes from his domineering tone.
Even a question seemed arrogant, domineering, and arrogant, even though he was an injured person who could fall down at any time.