lovemaking

Chapter 120 Signing the Contract of Sale (3)
The floor-to-ceiling curtains were pushed aside, Zhou Zheng's wife Song Fang tremblingly hid behind a huge potted plant, "Second."

Liu Jian strode forward, "Sister-in-law, are you alright?"

"Where's Zhou Zheng?" Song Fang stroked her stomach, "We sensed something was wrong outside the box, and he quickly hid me. I heard the sound of them taking him out."

Liu Jian's eyes were red, he held a gun in his hand, and grabbed Song Fang's wrist with the other, "Sister-in-law, I'll take you out."

Song Fang also knew that Zhou Zheng might be more dangerous than good, she followed Liu Jian out, and Liu Jian quickly called someone in the corridor, he wanted to go to the top floor, but there was Song Fang by his side, so he had to take her out .

Zhou Zheng was still lying there, Song Fang was terrified when she saw it, Liu Jian hugged her to prevent her from coming forward, there might be a sniper, if she ran to an open place, she would die.

Song Fang cried heart-rendingly, knowing that Zhou Zheng must die, she bit Liu Jian's arm to let him go, the man held him tight, his eyes were sore and unbearably sore, and tears finally slipped out.

The people who called came to Wangtian Tower soon, Liu Jian let go of Song Fang, and went to the top floor with a gun.

Song Fang suddenly softened and slid down, Liu Jian quickly grabbed her body, "Sister-in-law."

"stomachache."

Liu Jian saw that it was not good, it was bleeding.

Liu Jian called two people over, "Go to the roof and see if there is anyone else."

"Yes."

He sent Song Fang and Zhou Zheng to the hospital. Zhou Zheng's rescue was quick, and the doctor came out as soon as he entered. "The time of death of the injured was half an hour ago."

Liu Jian turned to face the wall, leaned his forehead forward, and he stretched out his hand and thumped it heavily.

Song Fang was pushed into the ward, but fortunately the child was saved, and the doctor asked her to stay in the hospital until she gave birth.

Sitting in front of Song Fang's hospital bed, Liu Jian felt very heavy. The only thing he was lucky about was that Zhou Zheng's child was saved.

He clasped his hands, his shoulders sank into the endless darkness.

Song Fang woke up on the bed, choked up, and then looked at Liu Jian cautiously, "Second brother, what's wrong with Zhou Zheng? Are you rescued? I just dreamed that he was fine."

"Sister-in-law, you can take care of your baby and don't think too much about other things."

"Give me a correct sentence." Song Fang struggled to stand up, Liu Jian stepped forward and pressed her shoulder, "I don't want to lie to you."

Song Fang fell back to the hospital bed, "How could this happen, we just have a meal, it's impossible..."

Liu Jian stayed with the hospital until early in the morning, and finally waited for Song Fang's mood to stabilize before he went out.

This floor was cleaned up by him, and it was all people from Xiangxiaotang.

He stood at the window, letting the soft sunlight hit his face, no matter what, he desperately wanted to keep Song Fang and her child.

Liu Jian's footsteps were swaying, and the bodyguard at the door looked at him strangely. When he left the hospital, he felt so uncomfortable that his heart couldn't beat anymore. Since Song Fang became pregnant, everyone felt that Zhou Zheng had changed, but no one told him Opportunity to be a good husband and father.

He ran into Su Liangmo at the stairs.

She went downstairs to buy breakfast again, Zhan Dongqing didn't like to eat from the hospital, anyway, it was just across the road, not far away.

Su Liangmo was still carrying the packing box, but when he saw Liu Jian, he was obviously surprised, "What's wrong with you?"

Liu Jian leaned against the wall of the hospital, "What's wrong with me?"

Su Liang shook his head at the end, his expression was ashamed, as if he had just experienced a huge blow, how could this be the person who entered Dongqing's ward to gloat? "You don't look right."

Liu Jian touched his face, a prickly beard had already appeared on his chin, he looked at the things in Su Liangmo's hand, "You bought him breakfast again."

"Yes."

Liu Jian suddenly grasped Su Liangmo's free left hand, his palm was cold, Su Liangmo shrank subconsciously, but he tried hard and refused to let go.

There were people coming and going in the hospital, Su Liangmo struggled, "Let go."

"Can I hug you?"

"Crazy you," Su Liangmo felt more and more that something was wrong, she pulled out her hand vigorously, Liu Jian could only hold one finger of hers, and then let go, "I'm sorry."

Su Liangmo looked at the back of him striding out, she raised her hand and saw a few obvious fingerprints on the back of her hand.

When Liu Jian returned home, his phone ran out of battery. He didn't return all night, and Su Wan didn't fall asleep all night, waiting on the sofa in the living room.

Hearing footsteps, Su Wan got up immediately, "Jane."

Liu Jian walked upstairs without saying a word, her mental state was not right, Su Wan followed, "What's wrong with you?"

Liu Jian walked into the bedroom, didn't even take a shower, and threw herself on the bed.

Su Wan was terrified, seeing blood on his cuff, "Are you not injured?"

Liu Jian closed her eyes tightly and did not speak. Su Wan checked and found no wound. She went to the bathroom to get a wet towel, and then carefully wiped Liu Jian's face.

He opened his eyes and stared straight at Su Wan, the bloodshot eyes were very obvious.

Liu Jian rested her head on Su Wan's lap, "Let me trust you."

Su Wan didn't know it yet, but she vaguely sensed that something serious must have happened. Liu Jian had never been so distraught.

The man opened his eyes tiredly. He couldn't sleep at all. The scene of Zhou Zheng being thrown downstairs stimulated every nerve in him. He opened and closed his eyes and it was the same scene. Tears flowed from the sockets of his eyes. shocked.

She was at a loss, "Jane!"

"Shut up." Liu Jian's voice was hoarse.

Su Wan lowered her head, her face pressed against Liu Jian's forehead, "I won't speak, if you feel uncomfortable, tell me when you want to tell me, it doesn't matter if you don't want to, I'm always here."

Liu Jian turned around and put her side face against her leg. Su Wan could feel a scalding heat penetrating through her thin fabric, and her arms wrapped around Liu Jian's neck. He felt uncomfortable, and so did she.

Su Liangmo went upstairs with her things, she opened the door and went in, and saw Han Zeng and Song Ge were there.

Seeing her coming in, Zhan Dongqing looked at her.

Su Liangmo put the breakfast on the bedside table.

"Master Qing, who do you think did this?"

"Accidents have happened one after another in recent days. I didn't expect it to be Zhou Zheng's turn."

"What happened to Zhou Zheng?" Su Liangmo interjected.

"I was thrown from the third floor of Wangtian Tower last night, and died on the spot," Song Ge said with a serious expression, "Young Master Qing, yesterday was Shen Xinli's first seven."

"You mean, this matter has something to do with the old man?"

Song Ge looked stern, "I'm guessing."

Han Zeng interjected, "Is Shen Xinli's death related to Xiang Xiaotang?"

Su Liangmo couldn't listen to other words anymore, she thought of Liu Jian's abnormality just now, and her hands still hurt now, no wonder he was in a mess.

(End of this chapter)