As soon as Su Zhihuan spoke, the ten staff members in the restaurant who were staring at Weng Tingjun and Park Suyan were ordered to leave.

A person with a disability.

A weak woman.

Su Zhihuan is strong and has an iron box, what are you afraid of?

Zhao Yanlun, a fool, will only act rashly, and this unsmart person always lives last.

"Weng Tingjun, so be it! You transfer Tiara to me, and Tiara will be in the middle in the future. The activities of the state are fully responsible for Weng's enterprise, and it is not ...... With the background of Weng's enterprise, I believe that they will be able to break out in Europe and the United States, not to mention South Korea, they will definitely follow Mi Guo's father to worship Tiara as a god. ”

"But you're still going to die."

Weng Tingjun was already in a cold sweat behind his back, his wound had recurred several times when he came here, and the physical pain and the gradual collapse of his psychological defense line made his whole face look extremely pale.

Park So-yeon kept staring at Weng Tingjun with a sideways face, and found that Weng Tingjun's hand under the dining table was trembling all the time. She involuntarily clenched her pink fist tightly, her long black fingernails sinking into the flesh, and she didn't notice the bloodshot coming out.

"So-yeon, come, shoot him twice with this thing, and you Tiara will be able to see the light, I swear by my personality."

Park So-yeon had seen and heard guns, it was a toy gun held by Weng Tingjun in Japan, and it was the sound of two shots fired at himself in the Hong Kong capital Weng Tingjun.

"Listen to him, shoot me twice." Weng Tingjun pretended to be calm, trying to make his smile look sincere.

But in his heart, he was scolding Su Zhihuan, you turtle son, you are so barren and vicious, if Park Suyan really shoots, Weng Tingjun will die in the hands of the person to be saved and end up with hatred, and Park Suyan will completely fall into the clutches of Su Zhihuan.

Pu Suyan's face turned pale, and she took the pistol handed by Su Zhihuan tremblingly, the cold iron pipe touched the skin of her palm, and the hairs on Pu Suyan's body stood up irrepressibly, she gritted her teeth and quickly aimed the muzzle at Su Zhihuan. But Su Zhihuan held another iron box in his hand at this time.

"Did you hear me wrong? It was the gun pointed at him, not me. ”

"Right...... I'm sorry. Park So-yeon closed her eyes in despair.

Shooting?

Do you want to shoot?

Is it really going to be shot?

Shoot, after shooting, you won't see this scourge again.

Park So-yeon opened her eyes. looked at Weng Tingjun, who was still smiling, in a daze.

Since when did I start to become so disgusting? Became so indistinguishable from right and wrong? Becoming so ignorant?

I hate him.

I really hate him.

But...... He helped bring out the shadow of Park Ji-yeon, who was crying and sullen all day long, and now Park Ji-yeon is a happy little Erbi, from a little kid who needs to be comforted to a little woman who can already comfort her sister.

He helped Tiara write songs, release albums, and save Tiara by wearing Spider-Man. He helped Tiara again and again and saved Tiara.

Do I really choose to trust Su Zhihuan because of Su Zhihuan's grandmother's life?

Am I really trying to let the dog bite him all the time because I think he's a disaster?

Did I really choose to take the initiative to enter Su Zhihuan's bureau because my kindness had exploded?

Park So-yeon grinned, "Weng Tingjun, finally let me find a chance." ”

Su Zhihuan was stunned.

Weng Tingjun was dumbfounded.

Bang.

One shot.

Weng Tingjun was shot in the shoulder, and blood gushed out, but he did not blink.

Bang.

Another shot.

Su Zhihuan watched Weng Tingjun get shot again, and the blood sprayed onto the foie gras and became bloody, and grinned.

"Well done, Weng Tingjun, are you feeling very miserable now?" Su Zhihuan put down the iron box, stood up and came to Weng Tingjun. He looked at him condescendingly.

From then on, the pearl belonged only to him.

Weng Tingjun was silent, a mouthful of blood spit out of his mouth, and the blue down jacket was dyed red.

Bang.

Another shot.

Weng Tingjun raised his head with difficulty and looked at Park Suyan, who was already in tears, "Next time...... Next time you shoot, can you not. Can you aim and hit again? ”

As soon as the words fell, Su Zhihuan fell in response.

The third shot.

Park Suyan hit Su Zhihuan, Weng Tingjun stood up tremblingly, took out the iron box from his pocket, and followed the stunned woman.

She's done well enough.

Enough is enough.

She's still So-yeon. She is also the Park So-yeon of Tiara.

"Ah Da, clean up the mess and contact Zhou Shuchen." Weng Tingjun hugged Park Suyan, and Park Suyan weighed on him. He spat out another mouthful of blood, hugged Pu Suyan, and looked coldly at Su Zhihuan who fell to the ground.

Bang.

One shot.

Bang.

Two shots.

Bang.

Three shots.

Su Zhihuan convulsed a few times, completely lost his vitality, and stared at the direction where Weng Tingjun left with Park Suyan in his arms wide with wide eyes.

She shot?

Did she hit me?

This. Is this an idol?

I'm dead?

Weng Tingjun won again?

Hehe, Weng Tingjun turns out that your weight in Pu Suyan's heart is not lighter than anyone else's.

……

……

It's only two centimeters away.

It's really just two centimeters away.

Or a minute late.

Weng Tingjun has no chance of survival.

After Park So-yeon woke up, Weng Tingjun was still being rescued.

She sat expressionlessly on the sofa in Zhou Shuchen's house. She didn't contact Li Juli, she didn't contact anyone, she just sat numbly and stiffly on the cold sofa like this, and the cold wind outside the window blew, blowing her bangs and her heart......

Two shots.

The real gun hit Weng Tingjun's flesh and Weng Tingjun's heart.

He still has a smile on his face.

"I shot."

"I just hesitated for a moment and then fired."

"I killed someone?"

"Aren't I Park So-yeon, who only loves to sing? Why am I involved in such a grudge? ”

"I've changed, I've really changed."

Tears fell silently, and Park So-yeon lowered her head and buried herself deep in her knees.

It's cold.

It hurts.

I'm scared.

Doesn't it mean that good people don't live long, and disasters last for a thousand years?

How could a disaster star like Weng Tingjun die so easily? But why didn't Zhou Shuchen say what happened to Weng Tingjun after so long?

"He's fine."

"He's okay, he's really okay? Ha...... Ha ha. That's great. ”

Park So-yeon spoke incoherently excitedly.

"Su Zhihuan has been sent to the police station, and the final outcome will be decided by the police, you don't have to worry."

"Su Zhihuan is not dead?"

Zhou Shuchen rolled his eyes as he learned Weng Tingjun's tone, "Please, is it okay to commit murder?" ”

Park So-yeon slumped weakly on the sofa, I didn't kill anyone, I really didn't kill anyone, I'm not a sinner in Tiara, I'm not, I'm not.

"You can go see him, but he's still very conscious, and you can't stay long."

Park So-yeon nodded and hurriedly went upstairs.

Zhou Shuchen took off his glasses, sat on the sofa tiredly, stared at Park Suyan's stumbling back, and muttered to himself, "Weng Tingjun...... I took it, I took it, I really took it. ”

(To be continued.) )