1:57 a.m.

Zhang Lili was woken up by the rapid ringing of her mobile phone, she connected it and heard a deliberately low voice on the other side: "Mrs. Fan, Mrs. Fu is awake, and the doctor is rescuing." ”

What the?

She was shocked in the bottom of her heart, and her phone was almost unstable.

"How's it going?"

"I don't know, I'll call you as soon as I hear about it."

"Thank you, let me know as soon as there is news."

pinched the thread, and her heart was still beating fast.

If Xie Mingzhu wakes up, she will be finished.

Two o'clock in the morning.

In a daze, An Qing heard Fu Mochuan talking on the phone.

She turned towards him, and the man pinched the thread, reached out and patted her on the back, and said in a soft voice: "Sleep." ”

She didn't remember if she had answered, so she fell asleep again.

Ten past two in the morning.

Fu Mochuan was dressed in black, and his long figure dissolved into the night and disappeared into the hot spring villa.

Following.

An Qing woke up alone.

She got up and felt a neatly folded set of clothes on the side of the bed, which by the touch looked like women's clothes.

She thought it was sent by Fu Mochuan, and groped to put it on her body.

At breakfast, Fu Er came over and said, "Mr. Fu said that he had something to leave first, so that you could stay here for a few more days." ”

She raised her eyebrows: "When did you leave?" ”

"Early this morning." Fu Er's voice was calm.

She remembered the scene last night when she was half-asleep and half-awake, and vaguely thought, is something wrong?

"No need, let's go back today." It was just a change from one cage to another, it didn't make a difference to her, and she was used to living in that before.

Fu Er didn't say anything more, and came over to tell her soon that the car was ready for her.

The special guard helped An Qing to walk out slowly, she took a deep breath, smelling the faint smell of sulfur in the sun, the weather was as clear as ever, at this moment she didn't expect what kind of turbulent waves would be set off soon.

Soon after the car deal, An Qing half rolled down the window, the spring wind brought the breath of Tahara, she leaned in the back seat, closed her eyes, and felt the bright spring light.

So when the violent impact hit, she was caught off guard, and she was thrown off the seat belt.

"What's wrong?"

"Miss An, sit tight."

Fu Er said coldly, the speed of the car soared, and all the windows were closed at the same time.

An Qing grabbed the handle tightly, but was still swayed.

Fu Yi quickly flipped from the passenger seat to her side, pressed her low, and reached out to protect her.

"Was it an attack?" Even if she couldn't see it, An Qing guessed a few points.

Fu Yi turned his head to look at the back of the car, and said in a calm tone: "Miss An, don't be afraid, it's okay." ”

An Qing pursed her lips, remembering the car accident two years ago, when she was also sitting in the same position, the moment the car accident came, it was her mother who flew over and protected her tightly with her body.

Is history going to repeat itself?

There was a thud, and there was another violent impact from behind the car.

Her head slammed into her chair, and there was a sharp pain.

Fortunately, two other bodyguards from a car behind them caught up and pinned them to the car that attacked them.

The sound of collision is endless.

On the highway, several cars are interspersed with each other, staging the speed of life and death.

An Qing pursed her lips tightly and endured the discomfort in her body.

Then there was a few clicks, as if something had hit the car.

It's a bullet!

She was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect that the plot in the movie would be played out in front of her.

The sound of fluttering bullets followed closely behind.

Again and again, death was so close to her.

An Qing bit her lip and tried her best to adjust her breathing.

With a pop, the bullet hit the wheels, and the body moved suddenly, An Qing only felt that the sky was spinning, and there was a dull pain in her forehead, and she hit the back of the chair again.

"Damn."

Fu Er cursed in a low voice and slammed the steering wheel, and the car made a sharp brake sound, and it was like stopping on the side of the road.

"Miss An, come down with me."

Fu Yi pulled An Qing and jumped out of the car, she was a little confused, Fu Er jumped over, one left and one right, almost holding her, and quickly moved to the bud valley outside the road.

An Qing was dragged into the field by them, the wind blew the leaves, and the sound of gunfire passed by her ears from time to time.

The world was dark, and she held her breath, not knowing if she would suddenly lose consciousness in the next second.

10 a.m.

Fu Mochuan pinched the phone and turned his head to look at Fu Zhensheng in the ward.

He sat silently in front of the hospital bed, his back slightly arched, and his hand stretched out, holding Xie Mingzhu's.

He has been holding it for a long time, but he can't cover Xie Mingzhu's palm.

"Dad, you sent the person who killed An Qing?" Fu Mochuan asked very lightly, did not accuse, but simply stated the facts.

Fu Zhensheng didn't say anything, his eyes were still looking at Xie Mingzhu at the head of the bed.

Fu Mochuan waited for a moment, didn't say anything more, turned around and walked out.

"Stop!"

His pace was very fast, and seeing that he was about to step out of the ward next, Fu Zhensheng spoke coldly.

"Where are you going? As soon as your mother left, you couldn't bear to leave her? ”

Fu Mochuan's back was straight, and his palms hanging by his side were curled up.

For more than a month, Xie Mingzhu's state has been unstable, but he didn't expect it to go so suddenly.

After all, it had lasted so long, and he thought that even if Xie Mingzhu couldn't wake up, he would continue like this.

"Your mother is gone, and there is no need for that woman to continue living." Fu Zhensheng continued: "Even if you save her today, sooner or later she will go down to bury your mother." ”

Fu Mochuan clenched his fists and turned around awe-inspiringly: "You promised me that I wouldn't touch her." ”

"I've changed my mind."

Fu Zhensheng replied lightly, and raised his watch to glance at it.

His voice is also light.

"Now at ten and three minutes, before half past ten, if that woman doesn't die, I will let her go this time, give her a chance to repent in front of your mother, and then, she will go down to atone for her sins......"

In the dense bud valley, the gunfire continued.

The other party has guns, they do not have an advantage, and while running, the four bodyguards scuffle with the chasing people one after another.

There are fewer and fewer people.

An Qing was dragged by Fu Er, stumbling through the deep bud valley.

From time to time, blades scratched her face, and there were many more scars on her exposed skin.

"Be careful." Fu Eryi pressed her to the ground, and with a pop, it was very dull.

She heard Fu Er snort, and the smell of gunpowder was mixed with a faint smell of blood.

"You're hurt?" She asked in a whisper.

Fu Er didn't say anything, and pulled her up: "Squat, don't move." ”

Before she could react, she heard the sound of the leaves moving rapidly, and Fu Er's footsteps gradually walked away.

"Fu Er......"

Her lips moved, scattered in the wind, and Fu Er did not respond.

Is she the only one left?

She buried her face in her knees, crouched in the deep grass, and hugged herself tightly.

There was a lot of movement in my ears.

The sound of the wind, the rustle of leaves, the sound of gunshots, the sound of fighting, and the sound of her own heartbeat.

She didn't want to die, she didn't want to die so embarrassed, but many times people are so small and helpless.

Rustle.

The bud leaves are pushed away little by little.

She looked up, her unfocused pupils staring blankly ahead.

Someone was approaching her.

The footsteps are heavy.

She couldn't see if it was a friend or foe coming.

Half past ten in the morning.

Fu Zhensheng slowly put down his mobile phone and looked at his son, his face was very heavy.

"Congratulations." He looked coldly: "That woman didn't die, I hope that on the day of your mother's funeral, you can understand this grievance for her and send this woman to your mother with your own hands......"

Two hours later.

An Qing sat at the head of the bed in a daze, she came back safely, but several bodyguards were killed and injured in order to protect her.

She's an ominous person, and someone will die for her.

Her head hurt badly again, she held her forehead, just now, the tip of a gun was already here, and she heard the sound of a bullet being loaded, subtle, but so clear.

"Mochuan?"

With the familiar sound of footsteps in her ears, she raised her face and looked in front of her in a daze.

The man stopped in front of her, and she felt his breath, a little heavy.

"Is that you?" She asked again, but received no answer.

There was a suffocating dullness in the air, An Qing pursed her lips, she had just escaped death, but what was the matter with this man?

"You said you didn't hurt my mother, is it true?"

In the middle of the night, a man's deep voice came from overhead.

She looked up and looked at him quietly, "Do you believe it?" ”

She had given him the answer a long time ago, but he subjectively convicted her and never believed it.

Fu Mochuan was silent for a few more seconds, and then spoke again, his voice dyed with a faint tiredness.

"She's gone, just now."

“……”

Xie Mingzhu is dead?

In an instant, An Qing figured out a lot of things, such as her distress just now, and the abnormality of the man at the moment.

"You know what?" She looked in the direction of Fu Mochuan: "Fu Er is also dead, and just now, in order to save me from being shot three times, if he doesn't die, will it be me who dies?" ”

At the moment of life and death, it was Fu Er who rushed over to save him, and An Qing couldn't forget the gunshot, the gunfire of bullets passing through the flesh.

Fu Mochuan's dark eyes were like the boundless sea under the night sky, looking at the dazzling blood stagnation on her light-colored clothes.

It's Fu San's.

"You go, I'll have someone send you off right away."

An Qing blinked, and the corners of her lips hooked into a light smile.

"And then." She didn't answer indifferently like before, but asked: "Will I have to hide in Tibet for the next few years, worrying that I will die in the next second?" Oh, I can't see it in the first place, is someone like me still worth someone to die for me? I'm not leaving, and if anyone asks me to pay for someone's life, let him come. ”

Die......

Fu Mochuan's throat rolled.

"An Qing!"

She heard his stoic voice as his man approached and grabbed her arm rudely.

"Come with me."

She was dragged by him for a few steps, and the sky spun around, and her head ached sharply.

She gritted her teeth and endured, grabbed his arm with her free hand, and bit down hard.

Fu Mochuan paused, his fingers clenched tightly.

An Qing bit hard, and a sweet smell soon came from the tip of her tongue, but his big palm still clasped her tightly.

"Comfortable?" Seeing her raise her face, he said coldly: "Do you think that everything can be solved violently?"

An Qing looked at him in a daze, her head still hurt, and in the pain, there seemed to be a little light in front of her eyes, vague, and she saw a faint outline.