lovemaking

Chapter 90 Mental breakdown (1)
Zhan Dongqing's eyes were cold, and his tall figure completely blocked the noise behind him, "Go down and wait for me first."

"He didn't die, did he? I just hit something else, right?" She didn't want to kill people, it was completely out of her world, Su Liangmo couldn't even remember how she shot this shot.

Zhan Dongqing signaled the bodyguard next to him to come over, "Send her downstairs."

"Yes."

The man stepped forward to support Su Liangmo's arm, Zhan Dongqing avoided her sight and got up and went back to the room.

Someone closed the door heavily, Su Liangmo followed the bodyguard downstairs like a puppet, Zhan Dongqing walked up to the man, in fact Su Liangmo just hit him on the shoulder, he couldn't die.

Zhan Dongqing kicked, and everyone in the room withdrew, leaving only him and the other person negotiating.

Zhan Dongqing took out the silencer gun and aimed it at the man's chest.

Silently, like hitting on a soft pillow.

Su Liangmo was sitting on the sofa, she covered her face with her hands, her nose was filled with the smell of blood, but it was actually just a psychological effect, her hand didn't get a drop of blood, so there could be no smell.

Footsteps were heard at the top of the stairs, and she stood up as if stunned, with a complicated expression on her face.

Two bodyguards were carrying a person downstairs. Judging from this action, one should know that the person was in danger. Su Liangmo walked forward in panic, and didn't even feel pain when his knee hit the coffee table.

She was terrified in her heart, but she also harbored hope that she shouldn't have. She was terrible at marksmanship, how could she be killed with one shot?

She stood in the neat and spacious living room, watching the two gradually approaching, Su Liangmo said in a trembling voice, "He..."

"Dead, hit the chest, really simple!"

Su Liangmo was dizzy for a while, and an unspeakable nausea burst out of her throat, her whole body was cold, and she watched the two carry him out.

The man's body was covered with a layer of black cloth, and his arms drooped feebly by his side.

Su Liangmo's chest was suffocated. Looking up, she saw Zhan Dongqing walking downstairs. She couldn't speak because of discomfort. Zhan Dongqing had no obvious expression on his face. He could see Su Liangmo standing there in a daze from a distance. Then, the loneliness on his shoulders reduced the warmth of the sun, Zhan Dongqing stretched out his hand to pull her towards him.

Su Liangmo didn't seem to give up, "Did I kill someone?"

With such eyes and such helplessness, Zhan Dongqing felt that she was going to collapse in his eyes. He didn't soften his heart at all, but he smiled and said, "Liang Mo, your marksmanship is really accurate, if it weren't for you Shots were fired..."

Su Liangmo's ears were buzzing, as if a foreign object had been drilled into her. Zhan Dongqing saw that her eye circles were red, and tears just flowed out.

It was murder.

Zhan Dongqing hugged her shoulders and walked out. She couldn't keep up with her steps and staggered. The oncoming sunlight was dim and gloomy, as if it was covered with a layer of coolness from the rain.

Outside the gate, Song Ge's people rushed over.

Seeing the two people coming out, he was the first to go forward, "Young Master Qing, are you alright?"

If Zhan Dongqing looked into his eyes with deep meaning, Song Ge looked down and saw Su Liangmo who was in a daze, "Miss Su, how long is this time?"

In a word, smashing her into more scars is tantamount to sprinkling salt on her wounds.

Su Liangmo suddenly lost control of his emotions, and stretched out his hand to grab Zhan Dongqing's collar, "Let's go, go home."

She regarded that place as her home invisibly, and Su Liangmo felt as if a piece of cotton was blocked in her throat, and wanted to cry, but her chest was so painful that she couldn't vent it.

Song Ge looked at the back of Zhan Dongqing hugging her into the car in a daze, it seemed that she was not a simple vase, she could sneak in smoothly and shoot in such a place, Song Ge smiled and called his men to leave.

The two sat in the back seat of the car, and the front and rear spaces were separated. Zhan Dongqing took out Su Liangmo's mobile phone, and pressed the sound to play, "This is a bad move, but a bad move is also useful for a bad move."

Su Liangmo didn't say a word, with eyes open and eyes closed, it was the scene of a man being carried out.

Zhan Dongqing went to hold her hand, and found that her hands were tightly clenched into fists, with four joints protruding high. He put Su Liangmo's hand in his palm, and patiently pressed her fingers one by one. Pull it open, and inside the palm, there are four curved blood-red marks, presenting a semicircular shape, piercing deeply.

Zhan Dongqing put her hand to his lips and kissed it. The hot touch made Su Liangmo startled. She wanted to withdraw, but Zhan Dongqing held her tightly.

Su Liang flinched back, the voice in his throat was broken and weak, "Dirty."

"Not dirty."

"It's got lots and lots of blood on it."

Zhan Dongqing's thin lips printed on it, and Su Liangmo's heart felt as if someone had squeezed her hard. He stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, "Where is it dirty? If it wasn't for your gunshot, it might be covered in blood. I."

"But I killed someone." Su Liangmo reached out and hooked Zhan Dongqing's neck, and buried her face in the man's neck. Hot tears seeped into Zhan Dongqing's skin. She cried sadly, as if the world was suddenly splashed with ink. , When I looked up, I couldn't even see the slightest light.

She was able to move forward step by step to test, but she didn't expect to shoot and kill suddenly, Su Liangmo's last bottom line was broken.

Zhan Dongqing's expression is obscure, he has long forgotten how he felt when he killed someone for the first time, but what is certain is that he never lost control like Su Liangmo.

He coaxed for a while, Su Liangmo was still crying, the man was vaguely impatient, and asked the driver to drive quickly.

Back at the villa, Su Liangmo hid in the room and hadn't eaten all day, Zhan Dongqing also let her go, thinking that she might be afraid for a while, and she would recover after she calmed down.

After dinner, Su Ze clamored to see his sister, Zhan Dongqing carried him upstairs, maybe seeing Su Ze would improve his mood.

The door of the room was closed, but Zhan Dongqing turned it and found it was locked. He asked the nanny to find a spare key, and the door was only opened a crack. Su Ze pushed the door panel and squeezed his body inside, "Sister, sister, tell me a story .”

Su Liangmo was lying on the big bed wrapped in a thin quilt. Hearing Su Ze's voice, he didn't want to show his head. Su Ze ran to the bed and pulled the quilt with both hands, "Sister, the story of Little Red Riding Hood is only half told, the big bad wolf Did you eat her?"

Su Liangmo's nasal voice was thick, and the voice came through the quilt, "Su Ze, don't make trouble, my sister is not feeling well today, go to sleep."

"No, I want to sleep with my sister."

Zhan Dongqing stood at the end of the bed, staring coldly at the huddled figure on the bed.

She was planning to just do this and the turtle would never come out.

The man's brows and eyes were entangled and sullen. He didn't think killing someone meant anything. He had to die like this, and the other party was not a good person. Su Liangmo was messing around here with nothing to do. Zhan Dongqing saw that she didn't even want to talk to Su Ze. It gets worse and worse.

"Su Ze, come here, and come to see your sister tomorrow."

"Uncle, is sister sick? Why are you crying? Did you get an injection?"

Zhan Dongqing yelled out the door, and the nanny came in quickly.

(End of this chapter)