The army commander takes love, and the warm wife is poisonous

When Su Yan saw the man at the door, she was taken aback, she thought it was admiration.

"Zi Yi," she was about to change into her pajamas and go to bed, "what's the matter?"

Gong Ziyi frowned, Su Yan's face was full of tiredness, looking very tired.

He stood in front of her, for the first time in his life, not knowing what to say.

Su Yan looked at him, and sometimes she felt that Ziyi and Fengjue were very similar. Strictly speaking, they were the same kind of person, but Ziyi was in charge of Yemen since he was a child. He had parents, a younger sister, and many responsibilities. she.

So he appears more mature, calm, and decisive, and most of the time he is like this, but he has a small temper, and even looks like a big boy occasionally.

Su Yan was in a trance, subconsciously touched her forehead, who was she thinking about?

"Yanyan," Gong Ziyi said in a low voice, with a deep sigh in her voice, "I'm sorry."

By now, everyone understands that there is no point in saying sorry anymore, the damage has already been done, and the past can no longer be saved, but, apart from being sorry, there is nothing else to say.

At the beginning, he promised to take care of her for the rest of his life, but now she is exhausted physically and mentally by being dragged down by him.

Su Yan froze for a moment, then shook her head and smiled, "Ziyi," she smiled shallowly, "Actually, it's my fault. It's right to let go earlier. The only thing I mind is why Wen Luo isn't here?" I'll tell you right away."

Gong Ziyi lowered her eyes, Wen Luo didn't explain this matter, nor did he ask.

Seeing that he didn't make a sound, Su Yan guessed that it was probably due to time constraints and urgent situation, so she didn't have time to ask, so she smiled, "Let's talk about it when we return to London, I want to rest."

Gong Ziyi nodded, she looked very tired, but in fact she couldn't even smile, "Have a good rest, I'll call you tomorrow morning."

Until seeing Gong Ziyi's back disappearing from her sight, she slowly closed the door, her whole body limp on the ground as if she had lost all strength.

She didn't know how long it took before she got up from the ground, and then walked towards the bed like a walking dead.

She has been holding on, and she feels that her thinking has actually stopped from the moment she shoots the gun. In fact, she doesn't remember very clearly what happened later, or she doesn't know what happened at all. .

Until now, her right hand is still shaking.

The airway seemed to be blocked by something, which made her feel that her breathing was not smooth, and her chest was even more painful.

She was weak all over, took out the pajamas that Shenmu had prepared for her, walked into the bathroom, unscrewed the shower in the bathroom silently, took a shower, changed clothes, and then climbed into bed to sleep.

However, lying on the bed, not to mention any drowsiness, she even felt uncomfortable all over her body.

With her eyes closed, she hugged a pillow in her arms. How can I say it? What a terrible thing to get used to. She got used to having people around her, getting used to being hugged every night, and now she is sleeping alone in a strange hotel. Can't sleep.

She didn't even dare to recall Feng Jue's expression at all, to be more precise, she didn't see clearly at all, her eyes were not covered with tears, and all she saw was a blur.

He... must have hated her very much.

It was he who taught her to shoot, but the first shot she shot was on him.

She didn't mean it really wasn't intentional, but if she didn't shoot at that time, he would have killed Hughes. She had no choice but to watch Hughes die in front of her.

Holding the pillow in her hand, she buried her face deeply in it.

I'm sorry, Feng Shiqi, I'm really sorry.

This is a seven-star hotel. She lived on a very high floor, and she didn't even draw the curtains. The stars in the night sky were dim. She curled her body under the quilt, and fell asleep in a daze. past.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness, and the air was very cold, with mist and humidity, which made her shiver all over.

She walked aimlessly, not knowing where this place was, nor what her purpose was, she just knew to walk forward.

Then, she seemed to see a group of people dimly, and she walked towards them without thinking too much.

A group of people dressed in black looked at the pattern of the battle, as if in front of someone's tombstone. They probably noticed her walking in, and a few people looked back at her.

She was startled suddenly, those were the faces she was familiar with, Shangguanqian, Yi Na, Jian Lan and Wei Yi.

As soon as they saw that it was her, their eyes turned extremely cold, and her heart immediately cooled down.

A thought flashed through her mind, she didn't even think about it, she just rushed forward in a few steps.

Then she saw Feng Jue's photo on the tombstone, her whole body seemed to be shocked by electricity, she couldn't move, she just stared blankly at the person on the tombstone.

Her heart was in a heart-piercing pain, her face turned pale, "How could it be, no way, Shenmu clearly told me that he was fine, how could he die..."

She almost couldn't stand upright, and her whole body seemed to fall down, and her head hurt like it was going to explode.

How could he die, isn't he Feng Jue?Didn't he go through life and death countless times and have been injured many times?Her marksmanship is so bad, how could she kill him, she didn't even think about killing him, she just wanted to prevent him from killing Hughes.

"Do you think he won't die?" Whose voice sounded in her ear, full of indifference and sarcasm, "You are so close to him, do you know the caliber of that gun?"

A loud slap slapped her face, mixed with cold anger and resentment, "Su Yan, what's so good about you, he likes you so much, and you shot him dead, you should be buried with him .”

She couldn't feel the pain, and she didn't know what the other party said to her again, but even if she couldn't hear clearly, every word and every word pierced her heart, it was very painful, and the pain couldn't be worse.

He is dead, Feng Shiqi is really dead, she killed him.

Su Yan only felt that her head was getting more and more painful, as if it would split open at any moment, she hugged her head, and slowly squatted down.

I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.

In the dark room, Su Yan suddenly sat up, dazed, endlessly dazed, and panicked to the extreme, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, and her face was cool and wet.

She raised her head and looked out of the window. There was a little light in the night, as if dawn had dawned, but her mind was just blank, she couldn't think of anything, it was all about the funeral in her dream.

It's all... Is Feng Shiqi really dead?