"Aren't you a screenwriter before? Since you are a screenwriter, you should be very clear that now, 100 media outlets and 120 have no professional ethics. Do you think they will only report on gunshots? Those media outlets
, They will not only dig out all the 18th generation of your ancestors to spread it out, but will add fuel to the fire and create many explosive points in order to attract attention and create sales... At that time, you will trade with Shangguan Rui and even have a child,
Do you think you can hide it? These things are being pulled out. What do you think will everyone evaluate Shangguan Rui at that time? How do you evaluate Shangguan family?"
“…”
Sikong Lingge was stunned.
She hadn't thought about this at all.
"Do you need me to say more?" Fang Yiren stood up slowly, holding the barrel of the gun against his head, and slowly pushing it away...
Sikong Lingge froze his body, fixed there, watching the gun slowly, slowly being pushed away by Fang Yiren-
Fang Yiren said so much to herself, it was obvious that she was afraid.
If she continues to be tough, she might really be able to get the child back.
Sikong Lingge had already thought about it, and the worst result was that she shot and taught Fang Yiren a bloody lesson.
Only in this way can Fang Yiren be afraid and hand over the child.
But if you do this, the situations that Fang Yiren said will definitely happen...
If you insist, Shangguan Rui's reputation will be damaged, and even Shangguan family will not be spared.
But if you don’t persist, your child will continue to suffer.
No matter what kind of result it was, it would make her sit and stand up so uncomfortable that she could not calm down for a moment...
what to do?
How should she choose?
Should I insist on getting back to my child, or...
...
Sikong Lingge bit his lip and his mind was thumping. For a moment, he had no idea.
A sarcastic light flashed quickly in Fang Yiren's eyes, and he sneered in his heart—
This woman is so stupid!
With the power of the Liehuo Group, she wanted to settle the media and make them lose their voices collectively. It was just a matter of one sentence, and she was still struggling here for a long time.
The muzzle moved to the side bit by bit, and was about to completely break away...
Fang Yiren narrowed her eyes slightly, and couldn't help but hold her hands, and was about to push them away.
Just as she took a deep breath and pushed it away with force, Sikong Lingge suddenly woke up like something hit him.
"Bang--"
The harsh gunshots stimulating everyone's eardrums.
Next second.
"Dong--"
Fang Yiren widened her eyes in disbelief, and her body softened little by little...
Everyone thought that things would end again with Sikong Lingge's concession, just like before.
No one expected that Sikong Lingting would actually shoot at the song.
Everyone trembled hard and was stunned.
Focus all eyes in one direction—
Fang Yiren fell on the sofa, her expression twisted in pain...
She shed a lot of blood, her clothes were all dyed red, and she couldn't tell where the bullet penetrated...
The bright snow dyed on the pure white sofa, which was shocking.
Quiet.
Quiet as dead.
Everyone was motionless.
Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.
Sikong Lingge looked at Fang Yiren who was lying in a pool of blood, his face turned pale.
Suddenly, I heard in my ears that there were rapid footsteps coming from afar...
It must be a media reporter who is staying at the Feng family!
Sikong Lingge suddenly came to his senses, his expression was flustered, and every cell in his body was trembling.