He lived in a single-family villa, as if it had been premeditated, and it was still the farthest from the other villas.

Zeng Huaiyu walked over ruthlessly step by step: "Let go of her!" ”

Cheng Yi smiled lightly and restrained Lin Luo with one hand, and slowly took out a gun, the body of which was pitch black and cold.

He leaned close to Lin Luo's ear: "Take a good look." ”

As he spoke, he aimed the gun at Zeng Huaiyu.

Lin Luo stared at the gun in fear, took advantage of the space he was aiming, suddenly struggled out of his arms, and ran towards Zeng Huaiyu without thinking, blocking in front of him, his eyes were filled with tears, and his voice trembled.

"Cheng Yi, don't."

Her trembling appearance made his heart ache: "You like him so much? Would you rather die for him? ”

Cheng Yi was hysterical: "What about me?" I've always been by your side, do you remember me? Remember the promise you made to me when you were a child? ”

"You said, Lin Luo and Yiyi will be together forever, do you remember?"

His eyes were red, and tears broke out of his eyes: "You don't remember. ”

"You like someone else."

"I have made this career for you, for you to learn to cook, in order to get close to you and understand your preferences, I have done all this for you!"

"In the end, you're willing to die for someone else?"

"Then what's the point of me doing this!"

His expression suddenly darkened, his eyes were red and scary, the hand holding the gun was trembling, he suddenly softened his voice, as if he was coaxing her: "Lin Luo, are you okay here?" Come and hug me, and I'll let him go. ”

Zeng Huaiyu grabbed Lin Luo's hand and said coldly: "Don't go over." ”

He gestured outside and whispered, "There are snipers." ”

Lin Luo's face changed, and she was about to say something to Zeng Huaiyu, when she felt a loud voice sound, and she turned her head suddenly with a pale face, and saw white smoke coming from the muzzle of the gun.

Cheng Yi glared fiercely at the hand she was holding: "You are not allowed, hold her hand." ”

He said word by word.

Lin Luo stared at him and eased his emotions: "Okay, I'll go over, and then you put the gun down, okay?" ”

She walked over slowly, her arm trembling and finally touched his wrist, and then gently leaned into his arms: "Yiyi, I remember, I remember you, you don't look like you when you were a child." ”

She smiled gently and comfortingly: "I've grown up, and I'm getting more and more handsome." ”

"I miss you very much," Cheng Yi whimpered like a child: "I really miss you, I've been looking for you since you left, and I've been thinking about you for a long time." ”

"Okay, now I know," her hand slowly rested on his grip on the gun, "I'll be with you, now, put the gun down." ”

Cheng Yi hugged her body with one hand, and suddenly laughed out loud, very desolate: "I know, you are lying to me, you will not be with me." ”

He suddenly hugged her and walked a few steps to the window, and then the sound of glass breaking, the sound of something entering the bone marrow, and the muffled snort above his head swept over, and the hand that Lin Luo was holding finally put the gun down.

Then he held her tightly in his arms, as if to melt into his marrow.

"Cheng Yi!" Lin Luo shouted in horror.

"I'm here," the man sighed contentedly, and he pressed his head in his arms, "Don't look at it, I'm sure I'm ugly now." ”

He coughed a few times, blood sliding down his lips.