She barely moved anymore, and her head stopped for a moment. She originally thought of letting Leng Yunting die in various terrible ways, and sometimes, she died by her own hands. Sometimes, he was sought revenge by other enemies, or even committed suicide under the persecution of Lin Yuchen.

However, the only thing she didn't expect was that it was Xiaobao, Xiaobao, who stabbed him like that!

The moment the knife landed, she watched his figure sway, and subconsciously covered his injured abdomen with her hand. He seemed to be in a dream, not knowing whether it was someone else's dream himself, or if he was not awake at all, he took a few steps backwards, and blood rushed out from between his fingers, and at his wrist, it merged into a stream, and dripped to the ground. One drop, two drops, with his messy steps, dripping to the ground.

The world was quiet, as if for a moment, the birds in the sky, the exclamations, the runs, the shouts, all pulled out, and the world she saw before her eyes was nothing but him.

And this world is also black and white, like a silent silent film. Between heaven and earth, the only bright color is the blood he flows, red bewitching, red dazzling.

Strangely, he didn't scream, he wasn't shocked, he wasn't angry, he seemed to have lost his speech, he had lost his ability to think. Such a big person actually just covered her injured abdomen, and then, quietly looked at her, and smiled.

She thought that she hated him, even if she knew that it was not him who chased and killed her five years ago, she still hated. This hatred is deeply ingrained and has become a habit. Maybe it's just because she's used to hating and finding an outlet for her emotions to break through that she rejects his approach so much and rejects everything he gives.

She knew too well that the two of them had no possibility of being together, and, undoubtedly, it was his silence that provided the three members of the Long family with space to grow in the past five years.

For this, she has to complain and hate.

However, she never thought that this knife would let Xiao Bao stab!

As he fell, she saw her little treasure. The knife in his hand fell to the ground, he didn't cry, he wasn't afraid, just like a killer who was used to licking blood on the edge of the knife, just silently watched Leng Yunting fall, looked at the surging blood in his body, and didn't even frown.

I heard that if your own son wants to assassinate his father, God will punish him!

She was still standing in place, her body didn't move, but thousands of thoughts seemed to have flashed in her mind!

"Mr. Leng!"

"President!"

"Ambulance ——"

She watched as the people who came to pick them up ran past her and came to Leng Yunting's side. The breeze lifted her long hair.

It wasn't until she saw someone grabbing her Xiaobao that she screamed and ran over, protected Xiaobao, and hugged him tightly in her arms.

Such a young child deliberately hurt people, and there must be adults instigating it. But Luo Qingxue and Lin Yuchen didn't say anything just now, nor did they have any hints. There were so many eyewitnesses present that there could be no deliberate rumor-mongering.

She hugged her son tightly, and for the first time she felt fear coming. Among the choices between her son and Leng Yunting, she would inevitably choose Xiaobao, but Xiaobao stabbed him with a knife!