He suddenly raised his head and faced the killer who was stunned by his words: "Which hand did you use to kill her?"
The killer was completely frightened.
Something you would never dream of doing.
That girl turned out to be Young Master Han's...
You should have realized something was wrong at that time, right?
Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine.
He wanted to say: At that time, the muzzle of the gun was deflected because someone came in. Maybe the girl was not dead.
However, under Han Qingyi's terrifying gaze, his tongue seemed to be frozen, and he could only stretch out his right hand completely and passively.
This feeling is really terrible, completely involuntary, like being hypnotized.
Like a prey targeted by a cobra, it wants to escape, but its body cannot move.
Even, as if being hypnotized, he actively walked over and offered it to the cobra to become a delicious meal.
Han Qingyi looked at the hand that killed Ning Tong'er and laughed wildly.
His eyes were red, and he was laughing so wildly that he seemed to be out of breath.
The killers were frightened!
Lan Ning has never seen Young Master Han like this, he is simply crazy.
He went crazy because of Ning Tong'er's death.
He rushed over, trying to stop Han Qingyi. It was not to save this stupid damn killer. He would not regret his death.
He was afraid that Mr. Han would hurt himself with his own hands.
However, his movements were never as fast as Han Qingyi's.
There was just a "bang" sound, and the killer, who was hypnotized, his legs were shaking, but could not move even half a step, slumped down on the expensive mahogany floor.
The bright red blood flowed out like streams, criss-crossing each other, and quickly merged to form a large puddle of blood.
The blood was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved, and gradually turned into black and red.
Like black and red poppy flowers.
However, the killer was not dead.
Han Qingyi stood in front of him coldly, looking at him condescendingly. Under the sleeves of his off-white suit, his slender, jade-like hands were clasped tightly. His slender knuckles were white and raised, and veins appeared on the back of his hands.
, it makes my hands look as white as jade carvings, incredibly white.
"I won't let you die so happily."
He said coldly, his face was so cold, and his whole body exuded a strong bloodthirsty aura.
The killers who were killing people all felt extremely depressed and suffocated at this time, almost unable to breathe.
The strong pressure made them all lower their heads, and an unprecedented sense of fear made their hearts tremble.
The strong smell of blood and bloodthirsty murderous aura filled the antique study room, making people nauseous. For a moment, it seemed that it was impossible to tell whether this was a luxurious and beautiful world or a terrifying purgatory.
Han Qingyi's whole body exuded such a terrifying aura, but... Lan Ning, the only one who did not lower his head under his powerful bloodthirsty murderous aura, but looked at him with sad eyes saw - Mr. Han, whom he admired the most
, in the eyes of Young Master Han, whom I admired and admired the most, it seemed as if some crystal clear liquid was slowly flowing down from the corners of his eyes, flowing across his face that was as elegant as jade, but had become extremely terrifying and livid.
So, are those...tears?
Young Master Han who is so noble, so powerful, and so perfect... can also shed tears, and is he crying like an ordinary man who has lost his beloved?
The crystal tears flowed down, fell to the ground, mixed with the thick blood, and could no longer be distinguished.
**In the hospital of Murong Group.
An extremely handsome man pulled out the infusion needle with one hand and got off the bed angrily: "Today is my wedding day, who asked you to give me the injection?"
Song Ruqiao was the least injured among all the people. Her face was splashed by the debris from the explosion and her skin was slightly bruised. Others, such as Ananda who was closest to the bomb, had their legs broken.
At this time, he stretched out his hand to stop Murong Lie: "President, the wedding must be rescheduled."
Murong Lie suddenly turned his head, his eyes were extremely sharp: "Get out of the way!"
Song Ruqiao usually wouldn't dare to stop Murong Lie, but now Qi Ruosang went to look for Ning Tong'er but she still hadn't found her whereabouts. How could he let Murong Lie know that Ning Tong'er was missing before she found her?
He did this for Qi Ruosang, even though he was always at odds with Qi Ruosang, like the most inseparable enemy.
Although Qi Ruosang always hated him.
But it doesn't matter, he didn't want Qi Ruosang to know about these things.
Perhaps, there are some things that Qi Ruosang should never know well.
Because, one day, she will hate him a thousand times or ten thousand times more than she does now.
You might even hate him...
He likes her, but would rather never let her know.
Because in life, many things are beyond your control.
Song Ruqiao took a step back. The angry Murong Lie was like a lion with his hair standing on end, ready to devour people at any time. No one was afraid of him, including Song Ruqiao.
But he took a step back, and his outstretched arm still stopped Murong Lie: "President, now..."
Before he finished speaking, Murong Lie suddenly grabbed his collar and pulled him up fiercely.
"Song Ruqiao," he glared at Song Ruqiao with his dark eyes full of anger, and said word by word through gritted teeth: "You are so brave!"
In private, he would joke with these subordinates.
However, when he truly showed his majesty as a CEO, no one dared to disobey him.
Song Ruqiao was so ambitious today!
Song Ruqiao's eyes behind her gold-rimmed glasses flashed with the pain of being unable to breathe as Murong Lie grabbed her by the collar, but he still wanted to stop Murong Lie: "President..."
Murong Lie shook him off fiercely and strode out.
At this time, he was like an angry lion.
Before he could walk out the door, he saw a slender and enchanting figure running in from the outside like flying. No, it should be said that he broke in.
The person who was so anxious was none other than Qi Ruosang.
She was wearing a black outfit, her curly hair was obviously burnt by smoke, and her beautiful white face also had faint traces of black soot. At first glance, she ran away from the scene of the fire.
What made Murong Lie and Song Ruqiao frown even more was her clothes.
She was originally wearing black clothes, but there was a large pool of blood on her chest. After the blood dried, it turned into a dark red that was close to brown. It was not obvious on the black clothes, but it was quite shocking if you looked closely.
Qi Ruosang simply ran over and almost bumped into Murong Lie who was about to walk out of the ward. Both of them stopped.
Then after she saw clearly that it was Murong Lie, she suddenly burst into tears.
"Boss..." She grabbed Murong Lie's hand tightly, her legs dropped straight down, and she almost knelt down.
Not because of exhaustion, but because of shame.
"Boss, I'm sorry for you," her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were as red as a rabbit. She had obviously cried for a long time on the way back and her eyes were swollen from crying. "You, go and see my sister-in-law...
"
Murong Lie was stunned, and suddenly grabbed her hand with great force: "Tong'er? What's wrong with her?"
"I, I'm sorry for you..." Qi Ruosang kept crying and said something that made both Murong Lie and Song Ruqiao blush, "She suffered a serious gunshot wound... I just brought her back
, now, now in the operating room for rescue!"
Murong Lie suddenly turned pale.
His fingers clenched and veins jumped on the back of his hands: "What did you say?"
"It's all my fault, I didn't take her seriously." Qi Ruosang was so ashamed that he didn't know what to say, tears kept flowing down, "She, after she ran out of the villa, she was shot..."
Murong Lie suddenly felt it was difficult to breathe and he couldn't say a word.
He didn't know how to react, let alone say anything to blame Qi Ruosang. He just pushed Qi Ruosang's hand away and ran straight out of the ward as if he didn't care about his life.
Qi Ruosang stood at the door, tears streaming down her face from shame and regret, and her eyes were as red as a rabbit.
When Song Ruqiao saw her like this, behind her gold-rimmed glasses, some unspeakable complex emotions flashed through her eyes.
However, he showed nothing.
There was no expression on his gentle face. He just walked up to Qi Ruosang, took out the off-white silk handkerchief that was originally used for decoration from the pocket of the best man's dress, handed it to her hand, and then turned around and left.
.
Qi Ruosang held the handkerchief blankly, turned around blankly, and saw the gentle figure walking forward a few steps, then hesitated, stopped, and turned around and said to her: "I'm not going to do the surgery yet.
Waiting outside? Is there any use crying?"
Qi Ruosang was always used to quarreling with him, but at this time, she didn't know whether it was because she was too regretful or for some reason. She didn't reply, with red eyes and a handkerchief in her hand, she walked towards him without knowing it, and followed him.
Let's go to the operating room together.
**......Where is this?
Ning Tong'er looked around blankly, but it seemed like she couldn't see anything clearly, there was fog everywhere.
What are you doing?
Why do we have to move forward, and keep moving forward as if we can’t help ourselves?
This road...
Ning Tong'er looked at her feet in confusion, wanting to stop, but she didn't know why, she couldn't stop, she just kept walking, walking...
The road in front of us seemed endless, and the white mist enveloped everything we could see.
There were vague figures in twos and threes, as if there were many people very close to each other, but it was clear that their faces could not be clearly seen. They just walked numbly along the road beside Ning Tong'er, far or near.
It seems like I keep moving forward on an endless road.
Ning Tong'er didn't know where she was, let alone where she was going if she kept walking forward like this.