Chapter 820 The Moment of Death 2
Qian Bingtong took a breath, moved the hand holding the fruit knife, and let the cold light of the blade shine on Luo Xiaojiang's face, she said with a smile: "I've already thought about everything, now, no one will enter the ward ……I will kill you……"

She smiled triumphantly: "Then, I will immediately go out to turn on the water, and then go back to the ward, I will shout, I will call the doctor... I will be even more sad than now...hehe..."

There was a scheming light in her eyes: "I will tell everyone that you woke up, but you don't allow me to tell others, you said you want everyone to have a good rest, in fact, you wanted to commit suicide because of guilt, and then... You said you were thirsty, take me away, pick up..."

She shook the fruit knife in her hand: "This fruit knife committed suicide."

Luo Xiaojiang looked at Qian Bingtong in shock, with disbelief in her eyes, how did she become like this?
Qian Bingtong continued to laugh and said: "Then, I will kneel on the ground to apologize, I will kowtow, and I will say sorry is all my fault..." She raised her eyelashes and smiled strangely: "I will also pretend to commit suicide... Of course, I won't die."

She looked at Luo Xiaojiang: "So, do you think everyone will doubt me?"

She smiled proudly: "The point is, there is another stupid idiot—Gong Zhuo, he will speak for me, he will believe me..."

Luo Xiaojiang covered her forehead with her hand, and said angrily, "You're taking advantage of Gong Zhuo's feelings! You're going too far!"

Qian Bingtong smiled disapprovingly: "Using? It can be said that way, but he did it willingly..." There was a trace of disgust on her face: "I hate this kind of perverted person the most! He doesn't deserve to like me, and he doesn't deserve to like me. You have no right to like me!"

Luo Xiaojiang is really heartbroken for Gong Zhuo, her voice is weak, but her eyes are sharp: "Even if Gong Zhuo would believe it, I still think..." Her voice paused, and her tone became more serious: "You are still stupid!"

Qian Bingtong stared at Luo Xiaojiang with wide eyes. She was aloof and aloof. She would never allow others to insult her for being stupid. She said angrily: "You call me stupid? Who is stupid?"

Luo Xiaochan's tone was very slow, but there was a mocking smile on the corner of her mouth: "Even if everyone believes what you said, I committed suicide because of guilt! But Gong Jiuche will never believe it."

Luo Xiaojiang's eyes were cold, and her sarcasm smile became stronger: "If I really die, the police will definitely investigate, the forensic doctor will investigate, and the most obvious thing is that the fruit knife will have your fingerprints! Do you think everyone else is stupid? ?”

Qian Bingtong's heart trembled, she didn't even notice this problem, she looked down at the fruit knife in her hand, then smiled: "Thank you for reminding me, so what if I have my fingerprints? I used the fruit knife to peel fruit for you earlier, and then ..."

She smiled sinisterly: "I'll kill you, and then use your hand to hold the fruit knife..."

Luo Xiaojiang frowned.

Qian Bingtong knew that time could not be wasted, she was afraid and couldn't bear it before, but now she has heard everything, then, Luo Xiaojiang, you must die!
Qian Bingtong showed a vicious look, holding a fruit knife...

Luo Xiaojiang lifted the quilt, she wanted to get out of bed, she wanted to escape, she shouted, but her voice was as weak as a mosquito: "Help...help...Gong Jiuche..."

She had been lying on the bed for too long, her body was too weak, blood was still overflowing from her forehead, the gauze was stained red, and it flowed all over her face, her legs were weak, and she fell to the ground like a broken doll.

She opened her mouth in pain... her body curled up.

(End of this chapter)

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