Situ Qinglang only felt a chill in his back, and a vicious chill suddenly spread from his waist, and he didn't have to think about it to know what the hard object against his waist was.

Situ Zheng, his own father, the culprit who killed his mother, he finally couldn't bear it anymore at this moment, put his pistol for self-defense against this most disgraceful bastard, and threatened to collapse him if he took one step further.

At this moment, Situ Qinglang finally understood what it meant to "mourn more than die in the heart".

He hates Situ Zheng, but from the bottom of his heart, he has always longed for father's love and the warmth of his family, and he was not born with iron blood.

He once thought that this dream might come true one day, and his efforts could be exchanged for Situ Zheng's praise and recognition, but as he grew up, he was accompanied by endless harshness and dissatisfaction, he was really tired and really fed up.

Why was he born into such a hateful and disgusted family?

For a moment, Situ Qinglang was really disheartened, he didn't really care about Situ Zheng's words, but it was precisely because he cared that what Situ Zheng was doing now really made him die.

For a moment, he wished that the bullet would pass through his chamber, and he missed his mother, whom he had never met, and he thought that his mother should be warm, even if he would die, but in heaven, maybe he could get a little love that he had never received.

However, this qiē was pulled back by Sweetheart's scream, and before Qinglang could come back to his senses, Sweetheart had already pounced on Situ Zheng, kneeling in front of him and begging: "Dad, I beg you to put down the gun, I beg you, don't kill him, he is your own child!"

Sweetheart's cry was so sad that even Bai Ting and Qingqing, who had been in the room, heard it, the two looked at each other, their eyes were full of worry, they both rushed out of the bedroom, but what they saw was this scene-

Situ Qinglang was still frozen there, not looking back, even if the old man pointed a gun at him, he still ordered without a trace of emotion: "Sweetheart, get up." ”

"Qinglang, I beg you to stop being hard-mouthed, okay! He is your father, you are your own father and son! You can't drive your father to a dead end!"

Situ Qinglang trembled all over, accompanied by the words of sweetheart, his long-suppressed majestic feelings suddenly all burst out, he turned around, roared manically, like a fierce beast, actually blocked Situ Zheng's muzzle, he roared fiercely:

"I'm forcing him to a dead end? Sweetheart! Are you blind? Open your eyes and take a good look at who is forcing whom! I'm clear, I've never had a father's love! Never! Situ Zheng, have you ever cared about my life or death? Am I a cold-blooded machine in your eyes? Am I a tool to bring glory to you? Once I'm useless, you can't wait to lower me to the bones, but if I disobey your wishes, you will scold me for being unfilial! Situ Zheng, you actually pointed a gun at your own son, okay! You shoot! Let me die! If you don't shoot me today, I'm not done with you!"

The first time Sweetheart saw Qinglang swear in spite of a single sentence, his whole body felt as if he was about to collapse, and the hurt look broke her heart.

He faced the muzzle of the gun, and forced Situ Zheng back step by step, Situ Zheng's hand holding the gun trembled, his face was flushed, as if his blood pressure had risen to the extreme, and blood was almost about to spurt out.

"Situ Qinglang—" he gritted his teeth, "I'll warn you one last time, don't take another step forward." ”

Situ Qinglang didn't listen at all, he took a step forward, held Situ Zheng's wrist, put the gun against his heart, and said in a loud voice: "Situ Zheng, you shoot! Kill me, you shoot! You should have done this from the moment I was born! From the moment you knew that my mother was pregnant with me, you wanted to kill me! You kill, I satisfy you, you kill-"

Situ Zheng's forehead was bruised, and when he said that it was too late, he suddenly withdrew his hand and shot his sweetheart who was kneeling in front of the two of them and begging.

"Sweetheart!" Situ Qingqing and Bai Ting were so frightened that their legs weakened and they almost fell down the stairs.

Situ Qinglang listened to the sudden burst, his heart seemed to be exploded, his pupils suddenly locked, as if his whole body had been stripped of his strength, as if his vocal cords had been cut, he knelt heavily and silently on the ground, and threw himself towards his sweetheart