The golden pistol shines with a dazzling cold light in the dull and depressing space.

Chen Bihua looked at the black muzzle and collapsed to the ground, as if every hair on her body was standing up.

He looked at Liang Bo Binglong without any emotion with a shocked and terrified eyes and said, "Even if you point the gun at me, I won't tell you where Jasmine is... absolutely not."

Liang Bobing narrowed his eyes, and the delicate corners of his mouth curled up a cold curve. He stretched out his hand and pulled the black shirt collar on his body.

Two gilded buttons landed silently.

On the side, Liang Yi smiled indifferently, her slender legs overlapped gracefully, playing with her cell phone with one hand, waiting for the next good show that will be on the show.

Liang Bo moved his body, and the cold muzzle quickly printed on Chen Bihua's eyebrows.

Chen Bihua gasped, looked at Liang Bo and said, "Liang Bo, can you really kill me? What you need to know is that I am different from the unknown people who died in your hands before."

"No, you are all the same, you have to say different things. Maybe you are a little more owing to death than them." Ou Xiangbeidao.

Liang Bo was silent, and his hand placed on the trigger was pressed hard...

"Bang..." Chen Bihua fell to the ground in response, and a light red liquid gushed out from her eyebrows...

The bright and dazzling blood dyed the snow-white carpet red.

In the gorgeous Baroque space, a strong smell of blood spreads silently.

Liang Bo snorted, threw the pistol aside, bent down and pulled out a wet tissue on the coffee table, and wiped his hands.

Then, he calmly threw the wet tissue on Chen Bihua's still warm body and said, "Look north."

"Hmm?" Ou Xiangbei asked, glancing at Chen Bihua's hideous and miserable appearance under his feet.

Liang Yi and Ou Xiangbei gasped at the same time, and silently looked at Chen Bihua's hideous death.

"Dudu..." The vibrating sound of the phone cut through the silent atmosphere and interrupted what Liang Bo wanted to say.

Liang Bo Shouyouyou came out of his cell phone from his pocket and answered the call from his secretary Mandy.

"President, I checked the airport's entry and exit records, Qiao Moli went to Japan"

"Send me more people now, be sure to find her..." Liang Bo frowned, moved his two perfect thin lips, and his eyes were fierce.

After saying that, Liang Bo hung up the phone and looked at Ou Xiangbei: "I will deal with her immediately. Also, I will expose my rumor to the outside world and say that Chen Bihua went abroad for recuperation due to physical reasons."

"I see……"

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The next day.

"Child...my child..."

The feeling of heart-wrenching in the nightmare made Qiao Weiwei frown in her sleep.

Two pale thin lips moved weakly, tears poured out along the corners of their eyes, wetting the snow-white pillow.

The closed eyes suddenly opened, and the endless pain was wandering around her body and heart, and the torture she was almost going crazy.

The scene of Qiao Moli kicking her hard in the abdomen appeared in front of her again. She hated and felt so guilty.

I hate Qiao Moli for killing her child, and I feel guilty that I don’t know that I am pregnant and I don’t protect my child...

The morning light scattered through the half-pulled curtains into the white-lined ward, scattered on her pale face as pale as paper.

Tears on the face shone with colorful apertures under the sunlight.

She gritted her teeth hard, stood up with a sore body, picked up the fruit knife at the head of the bed, and got out of the bed barefoot.

The cool feeling on the ground spreads straight from the soles of the feet to the heart.

She held the fruit knife hard and walked quickly towards the door.

At this moment, the door was pushed open silently, and Qiao Weiwei collided with Liang Bo who had just arrived.

The fruit knife in his hand slid to the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Master Bo..." Qiao Weiwei glanced at Liang Bo with a layer of mist in her eyes, and her eyes were empty without any focal length.

She bent down, picked up the fruit knife, and said, "Master Bo, I'm going to kill the mother and daughter, are you going with me..."

As she said that, a bloodthirsty smile rose from the corner of her mouth, and tears were like beads with broken threads.

Liang Bo looked at her silently, wiped her tears with one hand, and said, "Chen Bihua is dead. As for Qiao Moli, I will find her soon..."

"Ha...he...you're so dead..." Qiao Weiwei sneered weakly, trembling, and her hand holding the knife was weak. The sharp fruit knife fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Her body was weak and she squatted down slowly, holding her head with her hands, her face against her knees, and trembling constantly.

Liang Bo sighed, bent down, picked her up horizontally, and walked towards the bed with big strides.

He let her hold it, and his whole body was still trembling in his arms...

"Chen Bihua, I deserve it, right... Qiao Zhihai is in the sky, I won't blame me, right..." Just as I was put on the bed, Qiao Weiwei stared at the pure white ceiling, moved her lips, and said.

"Yes, they deserve it..." Liang Bo frowned, and looked at her with a heartache, which was self-evident.

He sat slowly beside her bed, his pale face full of gloom.

"Will I go to hell if I die? After Chen Mingxin's last time, another person died because of me..." She said powerlessly, unable to tell whether it was sad or happy in her heart.

"No... they all died because of me. Even if they go to hell, I will do it for you." He stretched out his hand, touched her still swollen Lao Gao's face, and said.

"Then, when we die, we will go down together... Do you think it's okay?" She turned her head and looked at him, saying.

"Okay..." He gently curled the corners of his lips and smiled bitterly.

"Master Bo, your face is a little bad. Should you ask the doctor to come and see you? You have just finished the operation for a few days, so don't run away like this?"

"Dongdongdongdongdong..." A loud knock on the door sounded, interrupting Liang Bo's words about to open his mouth.

Then the door was pushed open.

Zhou Chuyu, who was wearing a black long-sleeved suit, walked in with two boxes of imported supplements in his hand.

Zhou Chuyu walked to Qiao Weiwei's bed with a smile, looking at Qiao Weiwei's pale face and tears, her heart couldn't help but feel ache.

"Vivi, be good, things have come to this point, and being sad is useless, right? Always crying like this, it is not good for your eyes, so don't cry, okay?" Zhou Chuyu looked at Qiao Weiwei while wiping tears and looking at her, saying with pain.

"Sister Chu Yu..." Qiao Weiwei stretched out her hand, held Zhou Chu Yu's hand, and said with a wry smile.

"Master Bo, you have just had a few days after the operation. Can you run back and forth in two hospitals like this? " Zhou Chuyu turned his head again and looked at Liang Bo and said.

"It's okay, I have checked every day." Liang Bo said.

"Dudududu..." The phone kept vibrating in his pocket.
Chapter completed!