The tattered curtains on the second floor blocked most of the light, and nothing could be captured clearly. Nan Chun'er pulled a broken chair and put it in the corner, and the bodyguard took off her jacket and put it on the chair, and then she sat down.

Then he raised his eyes and looked at the girl covered in blood in the gray corner.

The skin is no longer fair with a soft pink, but dark red with blue and black scars.

A long hair mixed with blood stuck to his body, face, and the wall skin that was about to fall off. She was so small, she was huddled there and wanted to shrink herself into a small mass that didn't exist, holding herself weakly in one hand and ...... the other

It had already been wrapped in a white cloth dyed red, and the sticky blood was covered in it, shaking gently in a strange shape. The girl is as angry as a gossamer, like a cliffside flower that will soon wither.

"Don't be afraid, I won't let you die. Nan Chun'er said softly, her smile was so gentle that people couldn't tell the truth.

Li Que was fighting off the pain physically and mentally, but when she wanted to open her mouth, there was a strong smell of blood in her throat, and she didn't even have the strength to gag.

Nan Chun'er didn't mind singing this one-man show, and she relished it, and even she left her chair, squatted in front of her, and pulled a strand of her hair pityingly, "You say...... Will Rong Mian still like the way you look now?"

Li Qixin finally heard the name, and the last of her strength was left to tears, which slipped down drop by drop, and some even fell to Nan Chun'er's fingertips.

Nan Chun'er looked at the crystal tears, her brows furrowed, why could she still have such clean and transparent tears, as if this terrible environment and ruined body could not change her purity.

Nan Chun'er's smile was a little sour.

Li Qixin used the arm wrapped in gauze to wave her hand away weakly, disgusting all her touches.

Nan Chun'er sneered, straightened up and sat back in the chair bewitchingly, looked at her still intact and beautiful fingers and said, "I'll tell you a secret." ”

Li Que didn't want to listen, but he didn't have the strength to cover his ears.

"Rong Mian protects you so well, I guess you must not know what's going on outside. Like what...... I've slept with him. ”

The girl's pupils in the corner tightened suddenly, and the boundless darkness swept over the sky.

Nan Chun'er looked at her quietly, and suddenly became more interested, and put her hand on her abdomen, "So you really don't know...... The child I have in my womb now is his. ”

"Rong Mian is really, how can this kind of thing be hidden? Now the whole world doesn't know about you, a little pitiful, every time he goes back to Weisheng's house, what do you think he is going to do?"

"Take a look, sister, it's been three months, isn't it the same as when you were pregnant with Xinghe?"

She unbuttoned her coat and turned sideways to show her, she was only three months pregnant, and it was hard to see under the heavy clothes. And Li Qixin's tears blurred her vision, obviously she couldn't see anything clearly, but she was still powerless to whimper.

Abandoned and with nowhere to go.

A touch of sadness and bitterness flashed in Nan Chun'er's eyes, she tied her coat and refused to even look at herself again.

She is pregnant, but she is Jiang Zuchen's species.

Regarding Weisheng Rongmian and her affair, the two of them are the only ones who know the truth. This matter cannot be explained, and Nam Chun-a will never reveal the truth.

"Brother......" Li Que whispered in his heart, and the last bit of light in his life was crumbling.

The successive realistic stimuli made her lose too much judgment, cognition is the opposite, her brother is not the sunny and wanton, gentle and affectionate Qin Jinglang in her mind, he is hiding all the truth from her, a ruthless micro-life sleep.

Nan Chun'er liked her reaction so much that she couldn't help but talk to her, "Do you know why he still refuses to marry you? What are you waiting for? He is the master of the Weisheng family, even if the woman he wants to marry must be a noble woman with a prominent background, what are you?"

"The same love F as an evergreen lime?"

"The man of the micro-birth family has no heart, they only have power and status in their eyes, he can kill his biological parents with his own hands, how long do you think he still loves you?"

"All victims, all of us!"

"What's more, if you look at yourself now, what qualifications do you have to stay by his side, he will never want you to be such an incomplete woman, you don't ...... Ah!!h

Before he could finish his sentence, the glass on the second floor was shattered by a continuous dense number of bullets, Nam Chun'er was slammed to the ground by the bodyguards, and a large-scale covered gunfire was heard downstairs.

Li Qixin's mental and physical pressure was unprecedented, which almost made her breathless, it was dark in front of her, and the sound of gunfire never stopped in her ears, which was mixed with Nan Chun'er's screams, the sound of doors and windows being broken at the same time, and the angry scolding of men......

She remembered Xie Yi. The man, who was also in his twenties, stood in front of her without hesitation, and every bullet almost pierced through, and his blood was all poured on her body......

"Don't ......," Li Que screamed in pain, and boundless fear surrounded her.

Someone tried to drag her, but after a gunshot, her arm went numb, and the man screamed in pain, and then let her go. The sound of leather shoes tapping on the ground gradually approached, so hurried, so familiar.

"Squish!"

She fell into a wide embrace, cold and murderous, not warm. But Li Quexin cried out loud in this embrace, and the whole person trembled like chaff, as thin as if it was going to disperse with the wind in the next second.

"My brother is here...... Soft and soft are not afraid of ......"

For the first time in his life, Weisheng Rongmian treated a person in such a panic.

It's just that the girl he put on the tip of his heart is now covered in blood and vulnerable.

Every sobbing tore at his heart hard, and every trembling broke him.

But what about the little girl's hands?

In the past, every time he picked her up, the little girl would put her hand around his neck with shyness and tenderness, and then put her little head on his chest.

But not this time, she let him fiddle, without any initiative, and the hand wrapped in bright red gauze hanging below had no sensation.

"Soft hands! soft hands!" he couldn't bear to lean down, hugged him in his arms to grab her right hand, and when it touched, the girl took a deep breath and screamed in pain.

Wei Sheng Rongmian's eyes were red, and he looked at Nan Chun'er who had been controlled by Xu Tingshen with a gun.

The man's breathing was too rapid, his chest rose and fell uncontrollably, Li Quexin spat blood on him, and his little face twisted, "Brother...... ...... home."

The green tendons on Weisheng Rongmian's forehead jumped violently, and her hands were trembling, but she still picked her up steadily.

"Okay, go home. ”

He had already reached the door, stopped walking, and his voice was cold and hoarse, "Ting Shen, don't let her die too happily." ”