"Feng Jin," Hua Rong breathed calmly and said in a low voice, "You're not a child anymore, don't do such a willful thing, ok?" If you have something to say, don't use knives and guns, the matter between us has not yet reached this level, you ......"

Feng Jin looked at her, lowered his head and smiled softly, he sat on the edge of the bed, his feet were down, his posture was upright, but there was a bit of unknown meaning in his tone.

"But I think...... Between us, unless one person dies, either no one can break the knot in your heart. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly reached out and pressed the back of her head, Hua Rong fell towards him uncontrollably, he looked up and kissed her warm lips, and then she heard a soft, dull sound in her ear:.

She was slightly stunned, her eyes slowly widened, and she looked into the dark eyes of the man in front of her looking at her.

Lose your marbles.

It's all crazy.

It's all crazy.

Hua Rong's calm brain, at this moment, was completely chaotic, Feng Jin laughed lowly, put her forehead against her forehead, raised her hand and wiped it at the corner of her eyes: "Look, you still feel sorry for my ......"

His body slowly slid down her shoulders, and the blood from his chest snaked a bright red mark along the clothes on her chest.

Hua Rong held him stiffly, feeling his cool breath blow on her body.

"Smack."

The pistol that Feng Jin stuffed in her hand fell to the ground along her palm.

It was like thunder, and it woke her whole body out of her nightmare.

The people downstairs heard the gunshots and hurried up, and saw the calm and self-contained hostess of the villa crying while hurriedly kneeling on the ground with clothes to lift the man's chest to stop the bleeding.

"Flowers, Miss Flowers......"

"What are you still doing! Call an ambulance! ”

Hua Rong's voice lost her coolness and was full of panic.

Feng Jin soon went into shock due to blood loss.

Hua Rong pressed his bloody chest hard with his clothes, gritting his teeth and thinking, he won't die, how could this guy die!

She didn't notice that her hands were shaking badly, and her tears were falling uncontrollably, and her whole face was pale like a shadow.

It seemed like a century had passed, and the ambulance finally came under her constant cursing, Feng Jin was quickly carried away, and Hua Rong got up from the ground, shook a little, and fell back to the ground.

"Miss Flowers......"

The butler looked at her worriedly.

Hua Rong sat on the ground, raised her hand to look at her blood-stained hands, and then trembled and lowered her head to cover her face, and cried bitterly.

How could it be like this.

How could it be like this.

Feng Jin, that guy, how far do you want to force her to be willing!!

She hugged her legs and cried for a while, then staggered to her feet, went into the bathroom to wash the blood off her hands and face, and changed into another set of clothes.

After changing her clothes, she saw the lotus seed soup on the bedside table.

Hua Rong raised her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, then picked up the bowl of lotus seed soup and drank it.

The warm lotus seed soup was already cold, with a faint bitter taste in the sweetness, she choked for a moment, then threw the bowl in the trash, raised her hand and wiped her lips with her sleeve, turned around and walked out.

When the housekeeper saw her going downstairs, he was a little worried: "Miss Hua, I have already called Feng Shao's family, don't worry." ”