"An Qing ......"

The room was dimly lit, and I don't know if it was getting late or the curtains were closed.

Fu Mochuan opened his eyes suddenly, and met a pair of familiar eyes, pure and translucent, clean without any impurities.

There was also a pair of such eyes in his memory, the same pure and bright, or gentle or cunning or coquettish, and every look made him dream.

With a palpitation, he covered his heart, and gradually cleared his sight, seeing that the figure in front of him was Langcheng.

He was wearing a cute plaid shirt, his small body sat on a high chair, two thin short legs hanging, his emotionless little face, and the corners of his mouth were indifferently stretched into a thin line.

"Where's my mommy?" His immature voice did not fluctuate.

Fu Mochuan looked at him, the scene before he fell unconscious suddenly crashed into his mind, and there was a burst of colic in his heart, he clenched his chest, and his ink-colored eyes were filled with blood.

He had obviously run to the front of the car, and he was so close that he could reach Anqing as soon as he stretched out his hand.

But, at an almost moment, he heard the voice of the mysterious man word by word, as if it had come from a far away.

"Remember, it's your choice."

"No!"

He screamed in a heartbreak, but he still couldn't stop it, and watched the other party pull the trigger on the back of An Qing's head.

There was a dull bang, and the shot seemed to shoot into his heart at the same time, so painful.

An Qing's body was soft, right in front of his eyes, sliding down.

Fu Mochuan was so painful that his entire back arched, and he pulled the clothes on his chest tightly, and blood stains oozed out of the thick gauze.

Lang Cheng looked at his pain indifferently, and his clear pupils made it obvious that people could see the disappointment inside.

"I was wrong," he kicked his legs, jumped out of the seat decisively, and said something categorically, making people regret it to the bottom of their hearts: "I shouldn't be soft-hearted." ”

If he hadn't relented for a while, believing in Fu Mochuan and believing in An Qing's choice, the current tragedy would not have happened.

This man, after all, disappointed him.

Throwing down these words, he turned around without hesitation and walked towards the door on his short legs.

"Longcheng ......"

Fu Mochuan casually pulled off the various instruments he was carrying, got out of bed in a hurry, and as soon as his legs landed, it was dark in front of him, and he violently supported the bed frame.

Lang Cheng quickly ran to the door, the door opened, Cheng Yuan walked in, saw this scene, hurriedly came over to support him.

"Mr. Fu, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Fu Mochuan looked at the door, Lang Cheng's figure was no longer visible, Cheng Yuan understood his thoughts, and opened his mouth to comfort: "Mr. Fu, don't worry, someone will watch the little master." ”

He grabbed Fu Mochuan's arm and reached out to press the call bell, "Mr. Fu, you better go back to bed and lie down, your wound has collapsed again, I will ask the doctor to come and deal with it for you." ”

"No, I don't."

Fu Mochuan took a deep breath and looked down at the gauze that was wrapped around his chest all the way to his back, it was not his delusion, at the same time that An Qing fell, there was also a bullet that pierced his heart, he didn't expect that he would wake up alive.

"When did the little master come?"

"Last night," Cheng Yuan helped him sit on the head of the bed: "You didn't wake up when the little young master came, and he stayed in the ward for a night. ”

Cheng Yuan's original intention was to tell him that Lang Cheng actually cared about him, but Fu Mochuan felt that what that kid cared about was An Qing.

Before Lang Cheng left, Zeng cherished An Qing and entrusted him with great care, but in the end, he still broke his promise.

"How many days have I been asleep?" He asked again, picking up the clothes on the side of the bed and putting them on his body.

Cheng Yuan looked at his movements a little anxious, he was really seriously injured, he suffered gunshot wounds to his chest and arms, he lost too much blood, and his heartbeat stopped beating when he was sent to the hospital.

"It's been three days." He persuaded: "Mr. Fu, you just had surgery on your chest, and you just woke up, and the doctor said you can't move." ”

It's been three days.

"Where's Miss An?" He raised his eyes and looked at Cheng Yuan: "Where is she?" ”

Uncontrollably replayed the scene of An Qing falling in front of him, over and over again, he closed his eyes and pressed his heart again.

"Take me to her."

Cheng Yuan was silent for a moment, his lips moved, and he couldn't escape from watching him speak: "I'm sorry, we haven't found Miss An yet." ”

It's been three days, and the person hasn't been found?

Fu Mochuan didn't say anything more, pulled the zipper of his trousers, turned around and walked out.

Cheng Yuan couldn't stop persuading, so he had to follow in a hurry.

Fan Luowei was sent to the hospital with Fu Mochuan, and in the past few days, she has come to see Fu Mochuan countless times, but each time she was stopped by the bodyguards outside the door.

Lang Cheng bumped into her when he walked out of the ward, and when he saw the delicate and beautiful little bun face, Fan Luowei was stunned, and suddenly realized something, and his eyes moved slightly.

"Little Master, where are you going?"

The title of the bodyguard made her more sure of the child's identity, a pair of eyes were tightly glued to Lang Cheng's face, and a deep unwillingness welled up in her heart.

She didn't expect this child to be so fatal, he didn't die like that, and he looked so pink and cute, and her hand involuntarily stroked her abdomen, feeling a deep crisis for her unborn child.

An Qing is already dead, she loves the house and Wu, so it is conceivable that Fu Mochuan should spoil this child more.

It can be seen from the attitude of these watchdogs that she has been guarding outside the door for a few days, saying all the good things, she doesn't take these things seriously, she can't even go in to see Fu Mochuan, but she flatters Langcheng in all kinds of ways.

Lang Cheng stretched his little face and walked forward without saying a word, and the bodyguard followed him with interest, and the careful care and respect made her heart roll with jealousy.

When he swept past Fan Luowei's side, Lang Cheng raised his little face and glanced at her expressionlessly, his eyebrows were slightly raised, his eyes paused on her bulging abdomen, the corners of his mouth suddenly pulled coldly, and his footsteps kept walking.

Fan Luowei didn't say anything, the plot set that she shouldn't know this child, she was smart and didn't dare to make a mistake, stared at his back for a moment, and was about to plead with the bodyguard again, when she turned her face and saw Fu Mochuan walking out.

She was overjoyed and hurried to greet her.

"Brother Mochuan, are you awake?"

Not far away, Lang Cheng's footsteps paused slightly, and his pace slowed down.

Fu Mochuan glanced at her expressionlessly, turned his gaze away, and asked lightly, "How are you?" ”

"The doctor said that I had fetal gas, but fortunately the baby is fine," Fan Luowei looked at his pale face, and her concern was overflowing: "Brother Mochuan, why are you up?" Your face is so bad, can I help you go back to your room to rest? ”

Fu Mochuan staggered to avoid her hand, turned his head and ordered: "Send Miss Fan back to the ward, let her take care of the fetus, and don't run around if she has nothing to do." ”

Take care of your baby.

A few words clearly entered Lang Cheng's ears, and he smiled coldly and took a new step.

He left quickly, but Fu Mochuan couldn't get out smoothly, and in the corridor, he was stopped by the doctor who came in a hurry, followed by Fu Zhensheng.

Fu Zhensheng also stayed in the hospital for several days, and only went back to rest for a while when he saw that his baby son was out of danger, and he was not at ease for a while.

"Where are you going?" Fu Zhensheng looked at his son hesitantly, "I just picked up a small life, where are you going to run if you lie on the hospital bed?" ”

"I'm fine." Fu Mochuan said coldly: "There is something that must be done. ”

Everyone understood what he was in a hurry to do, and Fu Zhensheng hesitantly instructed his entourage: "Send the young master back to the room to rest." ”

Fu Mochuan ignored him, raised his legs and prepared to walk forward, several bodyguards followed, plus a few people led by Fu Zhensheng, the narrow corridor was crowded, and the doctors saw that the situation was not good, so they quietly avoided it.

"Stop." Fu Zhensheng held back his anger and blocked in front of Fu Mochuan: "You go back and lie down, I will send someone to find it for you." ”

He did not say it explicitly, and both sides knew who the "person" was referring to.

He really made a big concession, but Fu Mochuan clearly didn't appreciate it.

"No, I'll find her myself."

Fu Zhensheng finally couldn't hold back his anger, and looked at him with angry eyes.

"Give me back! That woman is dead, it doesn't make a difference if you find her sooner or later, do you have to get along with yourself! ”

It's dead.

He's dead!

An Qing is already dead......

A few words were like a thunderbolt, hitting Fu Mochuan's heart hard, his tall body shook, he pressed his heart suddenly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Like the needle that punctured the balloon, Fu Zhensheng's words made clear the fact that he had always been unwilling to think about it, but it was so vivid.

An Qing died.

and died before him.

was shot directly in the back of the head, and the hope of survival was almost zero, Fu Mochuan watched it, but there was nothing he could do.

He went to save her, but in the end, he pushed her to death with his own hands.

So he refused to admit it, or even think about it, as if that would be an escape from that fact.

Fu Zhensheng's words shattered the last glimmer of hope in his heart, the string that supported him to stand up was suddenly broken, he covered his heart, and his tall body fell straight down.

He was in a coma for longer this time, but the search for An Qing did not stop, and since she was taken away that day, there has been no news, as if the world has evaporated.

That day, when the kidnappers killed An Qing, a stray bullet flew over and hit Fu Mochuan, only a little away from the heart, and when everyone was busy treating Fu Mochuan, the kidnappers took advantage of the chaos to escape.

When they chased after them, the kidnappers detonated a car in the street, and the huge commotion blocked traffic and stopped them from chasing.

A charred body was found in the car, and although DNA testing confirmed that it was not An Qing, her situation was equally worrying.

Even if she was lucky enough not to die from that shot, there was no chance of surviving after so long.

There is no reason for the bandits to run away with a dead person, so it is possible to throw her to a hidden place, or destroy the body.

The northern suburbs are located in a remote area, and there are many deep ditches and lakes along the way, so it is not easy to find a living person, let alone a dead person?

More and more people participated in the search, but An Qing was not found for a long time, and there was no one alive or dead.

Not only her, but the group of bandits also disappeared from the street, and no trace was found.