After getting into trouble with a wealthy family, the scheming uncle forced him to get married step

Sangzhi, are you afraid of me? "

Zhuo Yijing saw the fear in her eyes and suddenly smiled.

"Shouldn't I be afraid of you? Mr. Zhuo?"

Sangzhi's voice was hoarse.

"I fell into your trap from the moment you returned home."

Sangzhi sneered.

"As expected, I can't play with Mr. Zhuo. I can't bear your love."

Such a scheming man.

Why do you fall in love with her?

love at first sight.

Really ridiculous.

"Zhuo Yijing, I won't be with you, not before, not now, and never in the future."

Sang Zhi laughed to himself and held it tightly in his hands.

"I don't hate you either, I don't even have love, so there is no hatred. I only hate myself for being stupid, and hate that my feelings for Yixun are not firm enough. If I had stayed away from Xie Fengyi and you all from the beginning, it would have been fine. ”

Sangzhi lowered his head, eyes sliding down his cheeks.

Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips and glanced at Ji Yixun, "Elvis, did you hear that? She only treats you like this."

Ji Yixun clenched his palms, his eyes became darker and his face became paler.

Sang Zhi heard Zhuo Yijing's words but did not refute.

She can't blame anyone.

She only has herself to blame.

Zhuo Yijing curled his lips and looked down at Sang Zhi.

"Last time at the Meng family... you blocked a shot for me, and now I'll give it back to you."

He took her hand and thrust the gun into her hand.

"..."

Sang Zhi wanted to throw away, but Zhuo Yijing held her hand tightly, "Let me go... let me go."

She couldn't break away from Zhuo Yijing's hand, so Zhuo Yijing held her hand and pointed the gun at his chest.

Sangzhi choked and wanted to withdraw his hand.

"Zhuo Yijing, you...what do you want to do?"

Ji Yixun's face was extremely pale. He clenched his palms and looked at him with gritted teeth.

"Do the same thing as you."

Zhuo Yijing sneered.

"Sangzhi, shoot."

Zhuo Yi stared at her red eyes.

"Let go...let me go!"

Sangzhi closed her eyes and shouted to him loudly.

"I want it too."

Zhuo Yijing smiled and said in a hoarse voice: "Who told you to provoke me first?"

Sang Zhi raised his eyes and looked at Zhuo Yijing.

"Sangzhi, when you blocked the gun for me, I stayed at Fayuan Temple for two days and two nights. I was thinking at that time, unless I die, I will not let you leave and let you get hurt again."

"Sangzhi, you can shoot me now, because I owe you."

Zhuo Yi smiled happily.

next second.

He held her hand tightly.

Before Sang Zhi could react, there was only the sound of gunshots in her ears.

"Zhuo Yijing!"

Ji Yixun gritted his teeth and shouted, his face getting paler.

Sang Zhi froze, her face splattered with blood.

Drops of blood slid down his cheeks, mixing with tears.

Sang Zhi looked at Zhuo Yijing blankly. She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

The gun in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

Sang Zhi looked down at his trembling hands, his face extremely pale.

"you you……"

Zhuo Yijing looked at her with tears in his eyes. He slowly raised his hand to touch her face and gently wiped the blood from her face.

"Sangzhi..."

"You'd better pray that I die. Then I will let...Qiu Yan hand Zhuo Ziyue over to you.

Otherwise... I will not let you go, and I will never give you a chance to be with Ji Yixun again. "

He suddenly grabbed Sang Zhi's neck and leaned forward to kiss her lips.

As strong as before.

Sang Zhi stood there blankly, not resisting.

"You...Zhuo Yijing...you!"

Ji Yixun's chest rose and fell, and he felt a hot and moist liquid in his mouth.

Out of breath.

Ji Yixun suddenly lost consciousness.

After a long time, Zhuo Yijing let go of her, his body gradually went limp, and he half-knelt on the ground.

Seeing him fall down, Sang Zhi subconsciously held him up.

"Zhuo Yijing..."

Sang Zhi held Zhuo Yijing's shoulders, her hands were covered in blood and trembling.

"Sangzhi. Ji Yixun will not die. His wounds are not fatal and he will be fine. When I die, you will stay with him and take Zhuo Ziyue away. Don't let him go with the Li family people are close."

"OK."

Zhuo Yijing whispered, his voice hoarse.

Sang Zhi reached out to cover his wound, and blood continued to flow out.

She glanced at Ji Yixun, who was unconscious, and her tears kept flowing.

Sangzhi shook his head desperately.

"You won't die, right? You know that Ji Yixun's wound is not fatal. Since you are so good at using a gun, you must also know where to shoot. You won't let yourself die, right? You have already planned it, right? no?"

"Zhuo Yijing. I'm not stupid. You are smart, you are scheming, and you have power. You said you wanted me. Unless you die, you will not let me go. How could you let such a ruthless person let you go?" Die by yourself?"

"You just want to make me feel guilty. You are very scheming and you do this just to make me feel guilty!!!"

Sang Zhi gritted his teeth and said, his eyes red.

"Yes."

Zhuo Yijing smiled, his face extremely pale.

"Not at all."

"Ji Yixun's shot was in the shoulder, but my shot was in the heart."

Zhuo Yijing sneered.

"Sangzhi, I also want to let you go. I also want to let myself go. I also want to know, why is it you? What is so good about you that I can never forget you?"

Zhuo Yijing reached out to wipe her tears.

"Crying... so fiercely. And, she said... she doesn't love me."

Zhuo Yijing whispered, with a smile in his eyes.

"I do not love you."

Sangzhi closed his eyes.

"Zhuo Yijing, I don't love you."

"I do not love you!"

"Do you think you can make me feel guilty like this? No. I will only hate you more."

Sangzhi kept shaking his head and choked.

"you love Me."

Zhuo Yijing raised his hand and wiped the tears and blood drops from the corners of her eyes. He smiled and his eyes were firm.

"I do not love!"

"It's okay if you don't love me. If I die, you won't be in too much pain. Remember, take good care of...Zhuo Ziyue and don't let him be in the Li family." Zhuo Yijing smiled.

"I'm still very happy. Zhuo Ziyue is our child. It's me and you..."

"It's not someone else..."

Zhuo Yijing's consciousness gradually dissipated, and his vision became increasingly blurry.

He moved his lips, whispered a few words into Sang Zhi's ear, and then lost consciousness on her shoulder.

"Zhuo Yijing!"

Seeing that he had passed out and his face was extremely pale, Sang Zhi hugged him tightly.

"Come here! Come here..."

Sangzhi cried, "Ambulance..."

"ambulance……"

"Why haven't you come yet!"

"Save them..."

Sang Zhi clutched Zhuo Yijing's lapel tightly.

"Here it comes. The ambulance is here..." Qiu Yan ran over in a hurry.

"The ambulance is coming."

"Boss Zhuo!"

Qiu Yan was stunned, his whole body stiffened, and he suddenly took a step forward.

"What's wrong with Mr. Zhuo?"

Qiu Yan asked blankly. When he saw that the two men were covered in blood, his eyes suddenly fell on the gun at Sang Zhi's feet, and his face turned pale.

Just now he thought he heard wrong downstairs.

He heard another gunshot.

But now.

It turned out to be true.

"Miss Sang, was it you...did you fire the gun? Did you want to kill him?"