While speaking, she couldn't help but glance down and was stunned.
Leng Zhongyu's eyes were closed tightly, his face was stained with blood, but his eyebrows were soothed and his expression was calm, as if he was relieved after relief.
Qingting felt strange and unspeakably awkward.
There is even a sense of unreality, is this man really dead?
Is she dreaming?
Leng Zongkai closed his eyes and sighed quietly.
"Qirui."
Qi Rui pursed her lips, a little reluctant, but she still said it.
"I know that I will not embarrass his body, but will bury him properly and let him finish the last journey of his life with dignity."
No matter how much hatred he has in his heart, if the person dies, what else is there to hate?
Death is like a lamp going out!
The corners of Leng Zongkai's eyes sparkled, "You are a good boy with a sense of tolerance. It's Zhong Yu who's sorry for you, and it's me who's sorry for you."
He was relieved, blamed himself, and sad at the same time, and he was in a complete mess.
Qingting sighed in his heart, everyone must be responsible for their own actions.
A bodyguard suddenly came over and said, "Old master."
His expression was very strange, and he successfully attracted the attention of the three giants.
"What's wrong?"
The bodyguard was holding a pistol in his hand, which was exactly what Leng Zhongyu was holding just now.
"There's something wrong with this gun... there's no bullet in it."
"What?" Leng Zongkai was shocked. Is it an empty gun?
Qingting also opened his mouth in surprise and was confused.
Qi Rui's eyes flashed, and his expression was very complicated.
Another bodyguard suddenly shouted, "The bullet is here."
Seven golden bullets were lined up, exuding a cold aura.
Leng Zongkai was confused and muttered to himself.
"Why did he do that? Why?"
He received several blows in succession and couldn't bear it anymore. His vision went dark and his body fell backwards.
"Old Master."
"Daddy." Qi Rui, with his sharp eyesight and quick hands, supported his fallen body and called out anxiously.
Leng Zongkai fell ill. He was very ill. He was unconscious, shaking all over, looking painful, and talking nonsense.
Listening to him calling Zhong Yu repeatedly, Qingting, who was standing by, had mixed feelings in his heart and couldn't tell what he was feeling.
The man died, but the mystery he left behind still troubles them.
The whereabouts of the small stone are unknown. What went wrong?
Who is watching in secret?
That empty gun... made her even more confused. She couldn't explain what she felt in her heart. It was very complicated and helpless.
It is undeniable that he has done many bad things and hurt many people, but at the same time he is a contradictory man, and the things he does are hard to see through and guess.
But one thing was clear to her: that man's feelings for her.
Although I couldn't accept it or agree with it, it still left a slight trace in my heart.
She will never forget that such a man once appeared in her life.
The door was gently pushed open, and a small face as white as jade poked in.
"Mommy, what's wrong with grandpa?"
Qingting waved to her, and Xiao Yunxi opened the door and rushed in. She lay beside the hospital bed and looked at the unconscious grandpa eagerly. Her eyes turned red, and two big tears rolled down her hands.
I touched my grandfather's face and felt extremely sad.
Qingting's heart felt so sad that it was hard to describe, and she gently touched the child's little head.
"He is just sick. Doudou wants to make grandpa happy and make him get better quickly."
Yun Xi nodded obediently, "Okay, I'm good at coaxing people, and grandpa likes me to tell jokes the most."