Shang Yunzheng lowered the hand holding the gun, turned his head to look out of the field, and the girl wearing a costume and drinking hot milk tea was looking at him with a smile.

His eyes flickered, and as he withdrew his gaze, a strange feeling crossed his heart.

In a chaotic shootout, at the moment when Huo Muzhou pulled the trigger on Ah Wei in the crowd, Huo Tingting, who arrived later, shouted "Ah Wei" in fright, and then rushed to him desperately, wanting to use her body to block the bullet for him.

"Bang !!!!"

Ah Wei, who heard the gunshot, felt that someone had pounced on him, turned around suddenly, and was stunned for a while.

A blood-colored bewitching flower bloomed on the plain white cheongsam embroidered with white begonias, and the long black hair was tangled between Huo Muzhou's fingers, tightly entwined.

"Feng Qing ............" The gun in his hand suddenly landed and made a dull sound.

"Feng Qing ............" he muttered these two words on his lips again, his knees seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, he knelt on the ground on one knee, his eyes were full of sores, except for the two words Feng Qing, he couldn't pronounce the third word.

Huo Tingting, who hugged Ah Wei with her arms and didn't feel pain, turned her head in hindsight, and saw that the usually tall and arrogant woman fell in a pool of blood, and even her usual favorite plain cheongsam was dyed a dazzling red.

She also saw her father, who had always been cold and strict to her, kneeling beside the woman like a mountain that had collapsed, and was as bewildered as a child, afraid to touch the woman lying in front of him.

"Ruan Fengqing......" Huo Tingting was stunned, and suddenly found that she couldn't understand this woman, no...... I've never understood this woman.

"Huo Muzhou......" Ruan Fengqing looked at the frightened man in front of him, and suddenly smiled, "I remember I told you that only I am willing to accompany you to hell, even if it is ...... There can be no reincarnation for eternity. ”

The trace of blood overflowing from the corner of her mouth made Huo Muzhou, who was in a daze, suddenly wake up, because the palm with a thick callus on the gun for many years carefully attached to her cheek, gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and then hugged her from the cold ground to his arms.

"Don't be afraid...... he covered her heart with his hand and kept gushing blood, and whispered in her ear, "Fengqing, don't be afraid, it's going to be fine, I'll take you to the hospital right away, you'll be fine......"

"It's useless, Huo Muzhou...... Ahem............ Ruan Fengqing coughed twice, reached out and climbed his neck, wanting to touch his face, "Let me go...... I'm tired and don't want to follow you anymore...... Fear for your safety every day......"

"Good ............" Huo Muzhou took her hand, put it on his face, and smiled at her indulgently, "It's my fault, you can sleep in peace, I'll wake you up and eat at dawn." ”

"Okay, then you call me later, I want to sleep more......" Ruan Fengqing smiled back weakly, and those starry eyes stared at his face reluctantly for a few seconds, and then slowly closed.

After she closed her eyes completely, Huo Muzhou buried the whole person in her hair, let out a desperate wail and hiss, and her vicissitudes of life were full of indescribable grief, and gradually turned red.

Ruan Fengqing is dead...... Huo Tingting said this in her heart, the woman who had never come to her father's side and lived as a mistress died, died in the arms of her father Huo Muzhou.