Doting on Honey Marriage: The Uncle Treats You Lightly

Chapter 308 Uncle, It's Nice To Have You

Tong Xiaoyun's breathing was stagnant, her tear-filled star pupils dilated little by little, and her dark pupils were like the black muzzle of a gun in Tong Xiwen's hand.

The heartbeat was still at this moment, Tong Xiaoyun quietly looked at the gun in Tong Xiwen's hand, panic, fear, and a little bit of disbelief, just like the sea at high tide, huge waves beat her heart fiercely heart wall.

The blood faded from her little face little by little, and her plain white face was like a flower that bloomed at night, pure and white, but it no longer had the radiance of the past.

"Are you really going to kill me?" Her voice was as ethereal as smoke, as if the wind would blow it away.

Tong Xiwen smiled coldly, looking at the past under the bright moonlight, the mockery in her smile was enough for people to see clearly.

"Of course, what do you think I called you here for? Just money? Tong Xiaoyun, are you too naive?"

She just hates Tong Xiaoyun, so much that she wants to kill her to be satisfied.

Why are they all surnamed Tong, and she will never get as much as Tong Xiaoyun?
Everyone loves Tong Xiaoyun, except for her mother, no one has ever cared about her feelings.

The flames of jealousy were doused with gasoline first, burning blazingly in the bottom of Tong Xiwen's heart.

The more the flames burned, the more she hated Tong Xiaoyun, so much that she wanted to kill her.

Only when Tong Xiaoyun dies, can she get everything she wants, such as her father's favor, such as willful power...

Tong Xiaoyun looked at Tong Xiwen's increasingly distorted face under the moonlight, and really had no way of knowing why her sister became like this.

If you just hate her, Tong Xiaoyun will accept it.

She also accepted to swallow the company's money with Nieman, after all, the grievances and grievances of wealthy families in real life are always more real and exciting than the plot of movies.

But what she didn't understand was that no matter how much Tong Xiwen hated her, did she really hate her to the point of killing her?

What did she do wrong?
Before Nie Man sent her to Qiao Moshen's bed, she had always regarded Tong Xiwen and Nie Man as her closest relatives.

What is it that makes your closest relatives hate you so much?

But at this moment, she didn't want to figure it out.

The fear of facing death dissipated little by little because her child was in Tong Xiwen's hands.

All she wants now is her own children.

"Give me back the baby, please, give me back the baby..."

Tong Xiwen looked down at the tender little meat ball in her arms, lowered her cold laughter, and nodded.

"Okay." She said, without hesitation, she threw the child in her arms to Tong Xiaoyun, and a ruthlessness flashed in her eyes at this moment.

Tong Xiaoyun was out of breath, her terrified eyes followed the child who drew a parabola in mid-air, a powerful force came from nowhere, pushed her forward in big strides, and caught her accurately child.

The cry of the baby also sounded at this moment, like needles piercing Tong Xiaoyun's heart fiercely.

The anger in his chest ignited with a "bass", and it became more and more intense.

Her starry eyes were like swords looking at the vicious woman in front of her, her face was covered with frost, she was invincible, her pink lips were tightly pursed, drawing a sharp arc, her voice was as cold as a spring of ice, "Tong Xiwen, from now on, I will You are no longer blood sisters."

Tong Xiwen tightened her grip on the gun, her lips curled up in a bloodthirsty arc, and her voice was cruel, "We are not sisters, we are enemies, natural enemies, Tong Xiaoyun, go to hell."

Tong Xiaoyun didn't seem to hear her words, and then said what he said just now, "So, I will not let you go, even if you are a ghost, I will not let you go."

After saying that, she turned around slowly, hugged her child, and walked away from the sea step by step.

She wasn't afraid anymore, even if she faced Tong Xiwen, this vicious woman would still shoot.

It's just that she hasn't said goodbye to her family, lover, or friends yet.

And the child in her arms, she didn't know how to protect it.

If Tong Xiwen had any humanity left, she would let this child go.

However, that woman has no humanity at all. She even threw away her child just now. Even if she turned around and knelt down now, the gunshots would still ring out.

Slowly lowering her eyes, Tong Xiaoyun's gaze on the face of the still crying baby in her arms softened a lot, even with a trace of apology.

She couldn't protect her child anymore.

But God, can you just take her away and leave her child behind.

He has not yet seen the beauty of the world.

Tong Xiwen's sinister gaze tightly enveloped Tong Xiaoyun's receding back, and her voice was soft, with eerie strength, "Tong Xiaoyun, you, go to hell."

"Oh!"

The gun went off.

Tong Xiaoyun's footsteps faltered, and for a moment, something fermented in her heart, which swelled to the point that she could no longer bear it.

No!
She can't let her children have trouble, she must protect her children.

The arms holding the child tightened again, she lowered her head, and pressed against the cold face of the baby in her arms, her legs softened and she fell to the ground.

"Don't...don't hurt my child...please..."

She really can't let her children have trouble!
"How to do how to do?"

Tong Xiaoyun's crying voice was helpless and messy, and she didn't know where the strength came from to make her stand up suddenly.

She was going to beg Tong Xiwen, it didn't matter to kill her, but she wanted to protect her child.

"Yi Chen... Yi Chen..."

She said the baby's name one by one, and quickly turned around...

However, everything in front of me...

Tong Xiaoyun's tear-wet eyes widened again, looking at everything in front of her in disbelief, at the man who was striding towards her...

The trembling lips parted, and she felt her throat was a little tight, and it was very difficult to make a sound.

In less than a moment, he had already rushed towards her, stretched out his strong ape arms, and pulled her and the child into his arms, holding her tightly.

"Yun'er..."

The familiar voice, familiar embrace, and familiar temperature all refilled her heart with a sense of security.

he came!
He actually came!
The tears of terror and fear finally burst out of her eyes at this moment, like opening a gate to release water, wantonly washing her pale and bloodless cheeks.

Because of her extreme fear, she cried aloud, but the baby in her arms seemed to have found a sense of security and stopped crying.

Jomo clasped her deep palms tightly on the back of her head, pressed her small face to his chest, and the empty feeling in his heart was only gradually filled.

Just now, his heart was emptied by worry and panic.

He was afraid, afraid that if he was one step late, the consequences would be disastrous.

Even if he arrived at this moment and saved his wife and child, the fear in his heart was as strong as Tong Xiaoyun's.

Tong Xiaoyun was in Qiao Moshen's arms, tears could not be stopped no matter how long she cried, the tear glands finally dried up.

She took a deep breath of the air with the unique breath exuded by Jomo, and then her heart calmed down bit by bit. She slowly raised her tear-stained face and said choked up, "Uncle... just now... just now... I'm so scared, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect our children..."

She was complaining about her own incompetence, and that fear was deeply buried in her heart.

Jomo held her shoulder tightly with his deep palm, gently pushed her away, lowered his head, looked deeply into her tearful eyes, Su Yin said gloomyly, "It's okay, Yun'er, it's okay, You did a great job, really."

"But..." The gunshot just now echoed in Tong Xiaoyun's ears.

What she was afraid of was that if she fell down and Tong Xiwen still refused to let go of her child, what should she do?
But, that gunshot...

Tong Xiaoyun suddenly realized something, and Qiao Mo's deep eyes were stained with jealousy and shock, her pink lips parted, and it took a long time to make a sound, "Uncle, Tong Xiwen...is she dead?"

When the gunshot fell just now, Tong Xiaoyun thought she would die.

However, she was unscathed at the moment, not even in pain.

If she didn't feel the pain just now, it was because she was extremely worried about her child's safety, so she didn't feel it.

But now, I can't feel it now. The only explanation is that the bullet didn't land on her at all.

In other words, the gunshot was not from Tong Xiwen at all.

Thinking of this, Tong Xiaoyun's astonished gaze immediately passed Qiao Moshen and looked back, only to see that Lu Li had already retracted his gun and was dealing with Tong Xiwen's body at the moment.

That woman, she is really dead!

In an instant, thousands of thoughts came to my mind.

A moment ago, she was still afraid that Tong Xiwen would hurt the child and herself, but at this moment she realized that the woman was dead.

My heart is in a mess, and I keep cutting and straightening things out.

Tong Xiaoyun couldn't accept all this and closed her eyes helplessly.

Jomo's deep Su Yin sounded from above her head at this moment, "Let's go home."

Hearing the word "home", Tong Xiaoyun opened his eyes, temporarily put aside all the mess in his heart, nodded slightly, got into the car with Qiao Moshen, and left the seaside.

The baby in her arms was looking at her with wide eyes.

His eyes are like black jewels, big and bright.

Tong Xiaoyun let out a long breath, and then her hanging heart returned to its original position.

Lowering her head, a gratifying kiss landed on the baby's head, Tong Xiaoyun's mind was relaxed, and then she turned her head slowly, bumping into Jomo's deep and gentle eyes.

Her heart was moved for a moment, her pink lips slightly raised, and a faint smile appeared on her still pale face, "Uncle, it's good to have you."

Qiao Mo stretched out his hand deeply, and carefully hugged the baby in Tong Xiaoyun's arms, and then embraced Tong Xiaoyun into his arms with the other hand, his heart gradually became more at ease.

It's good to have the two of them by my side, wife, child.

Tong Xiaoyun stretched out her hands, tightly encircling Qiao Mo's deep and strong waist, pressed her small face against his broad chest, and slowly closed her eyes.

She doesn't want to say anything now, her son's clucking soft voice is next to her ears, and the faint mint fragrance from Qiao Moshen's body lingers at the tip of her nose... At this moment, silence speaks louder than words.

The car left the beach and bumped a bit when it got on the road.

Only then did Tong Xiaoyun open her eyes, thinking that Tong Xiwen was dead, her heart sank slowly.

Tong Xiwen is dead.

She repeated this sentence in her heart.

Even if the woman almost killed her just now, but, after all, that woman is her sister, and they have lived together for so many years, she really can't remain indifferent.

What's more, there is Dad.

If father knew that Tong Xiwen was dead, would he be very sad?

Thinking of this, Tong Xiaoyun's eyebrows were lightly knotted, and with a silent sigh, he said lightly, "Uncle, how should we tell Dad?"

Qiao Mo's expression above his handsome face paused, his thin lips parted slightly, and Su Yin said in a low voice, "I'll tell Dad."

The chill in Tong Xiaoyun's heart came out at this moment, she really didn't want to see her father sad.

but……

"Let me tell you, uncle."

(End of this chapter)