Mr. Fu hurt her to the bone

Chapter 693
Sanskrit gave up his smile weakly. After visiting his grandfather, Quentin was in a good mood, and he was very kind to her, "If you are so good earlier, you don't have to suffer..."

Before Quentin finished speaking, someone suddenly strangled his neck with a rough hemp rope from behind. A series of movements flowed like clouds and flowing water. The rope wrapped around Quentin's neck and pressed his strong body to the ground. The palm wrapped around several times, and then suddenly tightened and strangled to death, Quentin opened his eyes violently, his tall and muscular body desperately resisted and struggled, and his big fan-like hand even grabbed the arm of the person behind him, almost crushing the thin arm .

Fanyin was almost stunned. She recognized the thin man in maintenance clothes at a glance. Her mind was still blank, but her feet had already taken action.

Quentin's pistol was in the inner pocket of his suit. It was a small and exquisite pistol, and it was equipped with a silencer. No movement could be heard from five meters away.

Quentin grabbed Wei Zichen's arm with both hands, but Fanyin had already rushed over to find the pistol he was carrying with him, Quentin opened his eyes, let go of Wei Zichen's arm and grabbed Fanyin's neck, Fanyin was caught He almost fainted, but he refused to let go. Wei Zichen raised his eyes and looked at her. The rough hemp rope had already been pulled into the flesh of his palm. The strength increased by another five points, Fanyin felt the hand holding her neck loosen suddenly, and Quentin's throat was almost strangled by the hemp rope, blood gushed out, his muscular body convulsed and trembled , the eyeballs gradually bulged out, and he couldn't speak or move his hands.

Fanyin finally held the gun in his hand, Wei Zichen glanced at her, turned around and kicked open the half-hidden door of the public bathroom, dragged Quentin in, Fanyin followed tremblingly with the gun in hand, and a low cry came from behind, She raised the gun and turned around to open the safety. The little nurse screamed in fright and knelt down with her head covered. Fanyin's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the gun moved aside: "Go back, don't say anything!"

The little nurse scrambled away. Fanyin followed Wei Zichen into the bathroom, and saw two corpses lying on the ground, but they were the two that Quentin had brought with him. It was strange that she smelled the air as soon as she came out. The smell of blood.

Quentin was on the verge of death at this time, unable to struggle anymore, Fanyin clenched his gun tightly, Wei Zichen knelt on the ground on one knee, and tightened the hemp rope around his hand a few more times, wanting to strangle Quentin directly, But the hemp rope broke at this moment. Once the hemp rope strangling his throat was broken, Quentin was about to recover his strength immediately. Wei Zichen raised his eyebrows and looked up at Sanskrit: "Give me the gun."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of the elevator keenly, "Quick, someone is coming!"

Fanyin gritted his teeth suddenly, and glanced at the bathroom window, "Go through the window, leave this to me..."

"Wei Fanyin!" Wei Zichen almost bit his teeth into pieces.

However, Fanyin stepped forward and pressed the barrel of the gun against Quentin's temple. Quentin's mouth was bleeding, and his out-of-focus pupils stared at Fanyin, "Cousin..."

Sanskrit looked down at him, and his pale lips were as cold as frost: "Quentin, let's go!"

As early as the day when the fire exploded, he should have pinched her to death with his own hands. As early as the wedding night in the bridal chamber, the moment she put the gun between his eyebrows, he should have killed her with his own hands.

He has never been merciful to anyone, not even his own father, not even his brother who is related by blood.

But he was soft on Wei Fanyin time and time again.

The bullet shot into his temple, pierced his head, and the moment his brain burst on the ground, the last image that flashed in his mind was the little girl handing him her soft little hand, pulling him Get up from the mud, and childishly said to him: "Brother, it's raining, don't kneel anymore, I'll tell Dad."

"Brother, eat more, I'm full, I'll give you all of these."

She pushed her dinner plate in front of him who was in a mess.

That is pure and sincere kindness for children who do not yet understand what good and evil and opposites are.

After so many years, the gap between them became deeper and deeper, and life and death confronted each other, but he never forgot those pasts.

That's why he let her go time and time again.

He didn't close his eyes until he died, and fell on the ground, his brain and blood mixed together and flowed all over the place.

Fanyin was not looking at him, he raised his hand and put the gun on his head and looked at Wei Zichen: "Brother Seven, do you want to go?"

Wei Zichen jumped off the second-floor platform, and the moment his feet stepped on the wet ground, he heard another muffled gunshot. If it wasn't for his extraordinary hearing, he might not have heard this sound at all.

Fanyin put the muzzle of the gun against her shoulder and pulled the trigger. The bullet penetrated her body. The powerful impact made her fall to the ground. She picked up the gun with the other hand and threw it directly out of the window. The blood flowed profusely, Sanskrit closed his eyes and panted for breath, and within half a minute after finishing all this, the door was kicked open, and Quentin's people poured in. They were all stunned to see Quentin's death on the ground, but they After all, he was well-trained, but he calmed down after a while. Someone helped Sanskrit to get up. Sanskrit had lost too much blood, his lips were pale, and he was so confused that he could no longer speak coherent sentences.

The visitors were divided into three groups, one group went to chase the murderer, the other group guarded Quentin's body, and the other group sent Sanskrit to the operating room.

The sky was getting dark, and the group who went to chase the murderer returned without success. Quentin confirmed his death, and his body was placed in an ice coffin. Jason, who had a broken arm, rushed into the ward at the moment Sanskrit was pushed out of the operating room: " Ma'am, you were the only one there when the incident happened, and you were the only witness. Have you ever seen the murderer?"

Jason played with the gun in his hand, and looked deeply at Fan Yin lying on the hospital bed with dark eyes: "Madam, can you explain to me why there are your fingerprints on Brother's gun..."

Fanyin glanced at Jason weakly: "What do you mean by this? Just after your elder brother suffered misfortune, you changed the law and slandered me as a sister-in-law. Let me tell you Quentin, even if your elder brother is gone, the family leader It's not your turn to do it..."

Sanskrit signaled the nurse to shake the bed up a bit, and she looked at Jason with a sarcasm on the corner of her mouth: "Second brother, I'm pregnant, it's only been one month, and my grandfather also knew about it. The sole heir of the Abraham family, regardless of gender."

"I said it."

Jason turned around in shock, "Grandfather?"

The old man was sitting in a wheelchair and was pushed in from the outside. Although he had limited mobility, he still seemed to be in good spirits. Jason felt his heart sank. They were all deceived. The old man was seriously ill. It is also a lie that Sanskrit is living like a dog, so is it the trick of these people that the elder brother became addicted to drugs?

Quentin wanted to save face, and no one except Fanyin knew what he didn't mention. This was the most important reason why Fanyin dared to say that she was pregnant.

With the 'child' in her belly and the support of her grandfather, Quentin's subordinates would rather continue to follow Quentin's posthumous son than surrender to others. People like Jason are not to be feared. Once Quentin falls, no one else can succeed No matter what the weather, even if there is turmoil, it is still within the control range, not to mention that the grandfather and the old man are still powerful, and what he said is full of promises, and the "child" in her belly is even more important. Extremely heavy stakes.

"Quentin was murdered and died, but our family cannot live without an heir. Fortunately, the child Fanyin is pregnant and can comfort the soul of your elder brother. From today onwards, Fanyin will be in charge of the family business on behalf of the child in the womb. I am old , It’s useless, my subordinates will all listen to Ling Sanyin from now on, Jason, you as the second brother, remember to help your sister-in-law, don’t follow your elder brother’s use of drugs, and lose your life in the end... ..."

"grandfather……"

Jason wanted to say something else, but the old man waved his hand wearily: "Your elder brother died young, I feel very sad, Jason, come and see your elder brother with me..."

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As night fell, when Wei Zichen stood at the door of the Sichuan restaurant again, the proprietress still smiled and brought a lunch box over to him.

It's just that when he handed the lunch box to him, he said without thinking: "She's hurt."

Wei Zichen raised his head suddenly, the proprietress glanced at him, put the lunch box into his hand, turned around and went into the shop to get busy.

Her Sichuan restaurant is finally about to expand, and she has rented out the other three houses next door in one go, and they have all been opened up. They will transform from a small fly restaurant into a very grand restaurant. In the future, some people will be busy.

But it is meaningful to live in this world only if you are busy. She is not old yet, and she still wants to be busy for a few more years.

Wei Zichen was still sitting on the steps next to him with the lunch box in his hand. The lunch box contained double-cooked pork and rice, which tasted so good. Normally, he could finish it in one sitting without even a single grain of rice left. But right now, he has no appetite at all.

He still remembered the last gunshot he heard, and he was lucky at first, but now that he heard the words of the proprietress, he knew that there would be no mistakes.

I just don't know if Quentin's people broke in and hurt her, or...she did it herself.

It's just that she was hurt anyway.

Wei Zichen sat there for a long time, until the food was completely cold, he picked up a few mouthfuls of food indiscriminately, and when he was about to clean the lunch box as usual, the proprietress ran over from nowhere and snatched the lunch box very quickly: "You go, I'll do the washing."

Wei Zichen stood there, watching her clean the lunch box deftly, he thanked her and turned to leave.

The proprietress watched his figure go away, and then tiptoed to look at it, until she couldn't see it, then she laughed, what a girl, she would be a fool if she didn't look, go, go, people are here Everyone in the world must have a companion, whether it is a king or a beggar, don't they all want to marry a daughter-in-law?

It's boring to be alone, but it's great to have a companion.

It was late at night.

Sanskrit held on, watching the time pass twelve o'clock, dizzy badly, lost so much blood, nearly [-] ml of transfusion, still weak, the pain on his shoulder was burning, making people feel irritable Uneasy, she should have followed the doctor's advice to take a good rest, but she had hope in her heart, how could she close her eyes and sleep peacefully.

But at this time, it was past twelve o'clock, so he probably didn't want to come, he wouldn't come.

Fanyin finally gave up, she pressed the switch to turn off the light, she closed her eyes, the wound hurt badly, her head was dizzy, and she couldn't sleep well.

Shadowy, I don't know when there was a shadow beside the bed, at first I thought it was a nightmare, but I opened my eyes, closed them, rubbed them again and opened them again, but the shadow was still there.

Fanyin was startled, "Seventh brother..." She called out hoarsely and was about to sit up, but Wei Zichen's hand gently pressed her shoulder: "Since you are injured, you can lie down."

Without turning on the light again, they sat opposite each other under the light of the moonlight. Fanyin tried hard to see his face clearly, but Wei Zichen frowned, and said in a somewhat impatient voice, "What's so interesting."

Sanskrit pursed his lips and smiled, didn't answer his words, but said something else: "Last time Quentin wanted to attack me, I stabbed him down, but he didn't move after he recovered, this time I did it The gun killed him... Grandfather and I discussed it, in order to avoid some troubles, he pretended that I was pregnant, and now it's been a month..."

When Fanyin said this, Yingying raised a pair of wonderful eyes and looked at Wei Zichen: "But Brother Seven, where do you want me to conjure a child from in nine months' time?"

"Is this... the meaning of grandfather?"

Fanyin nodded, and slowly stretched out the hand that was still holding the needle, and gently tugged at Wei Zichen's sleeve: "Please help me, Seventh Brother..."

"How can I help you? Could it be that I will steal a child for you?" Wei Zichen was very displeased for some reason, and he was inexplicably annoyed when she thought that she had actually said that she had Quentin's child.

Fanyin's long eyelashes drooped slightly, she bit her lip, and said boldly, "Seventh brother can give me a child, it's only been a month now, when the time comes, I will give birth a few days earlier, and the day will match..."

After Sanskrit finished speaking, the room suddenly fell silent. She was still holding Wei Zichen's sleeve lightly with her fingers. There was a faint bruise on the back of her fine white hand, which was the slight swelling left by the needle. Wei Zichen felt a slight pain in his heart. , Thinking of what she did today, she couldn't help but feel soft in her heart, but she said, give her a child...

"You want me to give you a child who will be born in the future and recognize Quentin as his father? I have a sworn feud with him. Even if he dies, this feud will not be wiped out. Ayin, I can't do such a thing. do it."

Wei Zichen stood up: "You have a good rest, from now on, we don't have to see each other again."

"Brother Seven... Do you really want me to be so straightforward?"

Sanskrit clenched his sleeve tightly and refused to let go: "I like Brother Seven, I like Brother Seven, I want to be with Brother Seven, but I dare not tell Brother Seven directly, that's why I came up with such an idea. Why did I agree to my grandfather to do this? In fact, I thought of asking Seventh Brother for help. I want to have a constant relationship with Seventh Brother, so that Seventh Brother will no longer reject me..."

(End of this chapter)