Dear President, take it easy

At the door, the glaring and murderous indifference made Sun Xiaoran terrified.

The golden pistol in his hand was shining coldly, which aggravated her uneasiness even more.

"Master Bo, you're back." Sun Xiaoran stood up with a forced smile, and shrank back subconsciously.

Liang Bo glanced at the scene photo of the car accident on the computer screen behind Sun Xiaoran, the corners of his delicate lips curled up indifferently, and walked towards Sun Xiaoran step by step...

"Da... da... da..." The slippers collided with the shiny floor and made a heavy sound.

The cold eyes make people shudder.

"Master Bo, I saw the photos of the scene of the car accident, is Miss Qiao okay?" The next second, Sun Xiaoran regained his composure, looked at Liang Bo, and said.

He narrowed his icy eyes, snorted again, loaded the gun, and pressed the cold muzzle against her forehead.

"You hope she's okay?" He snorted coldly, moving his two sharp lips.

"Of course not. Of course I hope that Ms. Qiao is okay. Mr. Bo, can you put the gun down? What are you doing?" Sun Xiaoran pretended to be innocent, and stretched out his hands, his hands resting on the computer desk trembling violently.

"Drug, did you take it?"

"What medicine, what are you talking about, I don't understand." She shook her head, her heart was already turbulent, but the surface was calm.

"Don't pretend to be innocent in front of me...it's useless." The pressure on her brow increased again.

"I really don't know what you're talking about." Sun Xiaoran repeatedly denied.

The cold muzzle of the gun slowly moved to her shoulder, and the hand on the trigger quietly increased the force...

"Boom..." Harsh gunshots lingered in the room.

The cold bullet was deeply embedded in her right shoulder, and the bright red liquid gushed out from the shocking bullet hole...

"Ah..." The bone-scratching pain made Sun Xiaoran limp on the ground.

She groaned in pain, with fine sweat constantly breaking out from her forehead.

His ears buzzed with the sound of the gunshots.

The whole person is still immersed in panic, and has not yet recovered.

A strong smell of blood spread in the room.

The pale and slender hand mechanically attached to the place where the blood was constantly spurting, raised his head, looked at his cold face above his head with red eyes and said: "Master Bo, why did you hit me? If something happened to her, you just Come back and find a reason to vent your anger on me, right?"

Her voice was almost squeezed through her teeth.

"Liangbo... what are you doing! Are you crazy?!" At the door, Qianfang, who heard the gunshots and rushed forward, stepped forward quickly, stood in front of Sun Xiaoran, pinched her waist and looked at Liangbo, and scolded angrily.

"Yes! I'm crazy! Mom, get out of the way!" The cold muzzle pointed at Qianfang and growled.

Qianfang walked up to Liangbo calmly, stretched out her hand, blocked the cold muzzle of the gun, glanced at Sun Xiaoran who was curled up on the ground and kept moaning, and said, "I don't know why you suddenly went crazy like this, but show me Clearly, the woman lying on the ground is still pregnant with your flesh and blood in her belly! She is the wife you Mingmei is marrying!"

"Mom...don't talk about it. Miss Qiao had a car accident, and Mr. Bo feels uncomfortable. I understand him." Sun Xiaoran looked at Qianfang who was blushing, and said weakly.

"Did you see that when you treat her like this, she still speaks kind words for you? You can't find such a good wife with a lantern!" After finishing speaking, Qianfang grabbed the gun from Liangbo's hand and threw it on the ground ,road.

"A good daughter-in-law? Ask your good daughter-in-law what good things she has done to that woman!" Liang Bao said while staring at Sun Xiaoran coldly.

"Beep beep..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone in his pocket started vibrating again.

Liang Bo glanced at Qianfang, quickly picked up the phone, saw that it was Ou Xiangbei's call, and immediately picked it up.

"Liang Bo, come quickly, Weiwei has a lung infection, high fever, and respiratory failure, and now she has been sent to the emergency room for first aid!" Ou Xiangbei said hastily.

He didn't speak, just hung up the phone, walked around Qianfang, walked up to Sun Xiaoran, half squatted down, grabbed her by the neckline and said, "Sun Xiaoran, you'd better pray that the woman is okay, if she has There are three ups and downs, and I want your whole family to be buried with her!"

Sun Xiaoran was so frightened that he was speechless for a while, not knowing what to say.

"Hmph!" He let go of her fiercely, took out a handkerchief in his pocket and wiped the blood on his fingertips, then picked up his gun and pinned it to his waist, and ran out of the room quickly.

Looking at his back, Sun Xiaoran gasped, his whole body stuck against the wall as if frozen, desperately following his saliva, his heartbeat was so fast, so fast.

"Hello? John is coming to Mengyuan soon. My wife has been shot." After Liang Bo left, Qianfang took out her mobile phone in her pocket and called John, the surgeon of Liang's Private Hospital.

After hanging up the phone, Qianfang walked quickly to Sun Xiaoran, half squatting and half kneeling, she grabbed Sun Xiaoran's wrist and said, "Come on, let's get up first, the ground is cold."

The strong smell of blood in his nose made Qian Fang frowned in displeasure.

"Mom... What did I do wrong? Mr. Bo took his anger out on me indiscriminately. I think it's better for us to get a divorce. Tomorrow I will kill this child and make way for Miss Qiao. This I'm really aggrieved by the young mistress."

Sun Xiaoran looked at Qianfang, and tears rolled out like beads with a broken thread, showing his excellent acting skills to the extreme.

Qian Fang pulled Sun Xiaoran into her arms and said: "What nonsense are you talking about, I've already identified you as a daughter-in-law, and I don't want anyone but you."

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Outside the emergency room, Ou Xiangbei walked back and forth at the door like ants on a hot pot.

The heavy footsteps aggravated the restlessness in the hearts of Zhou Chuyu and Liang Yi.

Liang Yi let out a long sigh on his back, leaning his head against the back of the soft sofa, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and said, "Brother Xiang Bei, please sit down, the more you behave like this, the more confused I feel." The smoke rings aggravated the melancholy on his face.

"Those policemen are still investigating. Just arrest Sun Xiaoran, I think I know that the person who drugged her must be Sun Xiaoran. This kind of person has killed her a hundred times, and he is still pissed." Zhou Chuyu Changing from his usual elegance and generosity, he cursed in a low voice.

Thinking of Sun Xiaoran's heinous behavior, Zhou Chuyu couldn't get angry at all.

"The police handle the case, don't they focus on evidence? They can't make a conclusion until Weiwei wakes up and interrogate Weiwei..." Ou Xiangbei walked quickly to the sofa opposite Zhou Chuyu and sat down.

The sound of hurried running sounded in the corridor, and the three of them looked at the source of the sound...