After her death, the crazy boss killed all the villains and committed suicide

"Why, how could this happen?"

The morbid smile on Song Jiarou's face froze. She lowered her head in disbelief, then looked up at Lu Jingci's handsome face that was so close to her.

"Brother Jingci, you——"

When she said this, she completely lost her strength and fell backwards to the ground.

Only then did everyone see clearly.

——Song Jiarou’s heart and the hand holding the gun were pierced by bullets, and blood was spreading.

Obviously, there were not one gunshots, but two.

Only when they sound at the same time will they become one.

Two snipers hiding in the dark slowly put away their guns.

The sudden reversal and the situation before them made everyone freeze in place, not knowing what expression to show for a moment.

Lu Jingci and Luo Yang, however, looked indifferent, as if they had anticipated Song Jiarou's actions and knew the current outcome.

“Jiarou!!”

Song Sili's pupils suddenly shrank, and he knelt on the ground, holding Song Jiarou in his arms, covering the bleeding wound on her heart, his voice trembling.

"Jiarou——"

A steady stream of bright red blood flowed out from between his fingers.

"elder brother,"

As soon as Song Jiarou opened her mouth, she felt suffocated by the blood that flowed out of her mouth.

"Yeah, that hurts."

"Be good, Rourou, be good,"

Song Sili's red eyes looked for Pei Yu, and his trembling voice was full of anxiety.

"Quick, quick save Rourou!!"

Pei Yu walked forward calmly, squatted in front of Song Jiarou, and checked her injuries.

As expected of a member of the Lu family, his shooting skills are very accurate.

It's just a pity that her death was too quick.

A gloomy gleam flashed across Pei Yu's eyes.

"Pei Yu!"

Veins popped out on Song Sili's neck, and his gentle temperament turned cruel.

"I asked you to save Rourou, why haven't you done it yet?!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Song, I can't save you,"

Pei Yu looked into Song Sili's eyes and spoke in a deep voice.

"Not only can I not save him, no one else can save him."

This simple sentence was like an extremely sharp knife, piercing through the last hope in Song Sili's heart.

The blood drained from his face in an instant, and his complexion became extremely pale.

Qi Jing closed his eyes with some reluctance.

"Luo Yang, even if I die and become a ghost, I will not let you go. I will appear in your dreams every day and night until I drag you into hell."

Song Jiarou looked at the woman not far away who made her jealous to the core. Her eyes were filled with extreme resentment, like a demon.

"I curse you two, your love will never last long, and you will be separated by the Yin and Yang in every life."

Zhang Chi and Xu Xing couldn't help but frown when they heard this.

It is said that when a person is about to die, his words are good. Why did Miss Song do the opposite?

Deep love does not last long, the Yin and Yang separate.

Isn’t this the ending of her and A Ci’s previous life?

She originally wanted to let it go for Song Sili's sake, but now, she has changed her mind.

"With Ah Ci by my side, I am not afraid of anything, even curses,"

Luo Yang's eyes were cold, and she looked at Song Jiarou fearlessly, her red lips slightly parted.

"If it worked, I would have been dead a long time ago, wouldn't I?"

When Song Jiarou heard this, she felt a sweet and fishy taste in her throat, and another mouthful of blood flowed out.

Song Sili wiped the blood from Song Jiarou's lips and hugged her tightly, his voice very hoarse.

"Rou Rou, stop talking, stop talking."

She was just one step away from making him hers forever.

There always seemed to be something missing between them.

When Song Jiarou turned to Lu Jingci, the resentment in her eyes dissipated a little and became complicated.

He shouldn't have saved her ten years ago.

Lu Jingci didn't look at Song Jiarou.

"Brother, I'm sorry,"

Song Jiarou felt her body getting colder and colder, so she leaned her head in Song Sili's arms, leaving her last moments to the man who held her in his palm.

"You are the best brother in the world, but I am not a good sister. I just went to find my parents. You don't have to be sad for me."

She clearly felt that her life was slipping away rapidly and was about to come to an end. She pulled the corners of her mouth and tried hard to force a smile.

"You must take good care of yourself in the future. Work is important, but health is more important. If anyone in the Song family's old house bullies you, go to my grave and complain. I will scare them..."

"Be good, let's talk when we get back."

Song Sili held Song Jiarou, staggered to his feet, and walked out.

"I will find the best doctor for you. I will not let you die."

His lips, so pale that they seemed to have no trace of blood, were trembling as he tightly hugged the gradually cooling body in his arms, trying to transfer his warmth to the body.

"I'm going to take you on a trip around the world. You won't die."

"Brother, it's too late. I can't go home."

The voice became smaller and smaller, and Song Jiarou's eyes became more and more unfocused, and everything in front of her was already dark.

"Brother, I regret it, I'm afraid..."

The last words fell completely along with her hand.