Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Fang Hui whispered in her ear, "Alan, I like you."

From the first time I saw her, I actually liked her.

But as early as when he was young, Fang Hui couldn't tell what was liking and what was impulsive.

In his eyes, Alan is the sacred and inviolable goddess-level person. Even thinking about her face from Wei, he feels dirty, which is a kind of blasphemy to Alan.

So, from the moment that Alan changed like that, even danced on the stage enchantingly and sexyly, twisting his waist and becoming a stunner in the eyes of all the men, Fang Hui was disappointed in her.

"I like you, I... just don't dare, I'm just pretending," Fang Hui said, "I'm afraid you think I'm dirty, I used to be too playful, I... I don't like you , I am not good enough for you."

However, Alan could no longer hear these words.

Before Fang Hui finished speaking, a few people rushed over from behind and pressed his head to the ground.

Bang.

Fang Hui turned his head to look at Alan's body, and he had already stumbled hard to the ground.

His eye sockets seemed to be about to burst, supported by the sudden eyeballs, and his breathing gradually became rough.

The frame on the bridge of the nose shattered on the ground, and the lenses gradually spread like spider webs, covering his eyeballs like octopuses.

He was pressed to the ground and looked at Song Feng who was standing high above his head.

The gunshot just now repeatedly buzzed in his mind.

It's him!

It was he, Song Feng, who shot and killed Alan!

He pressed Fang Hui's arm with his elbow and took out the handcuffs, but...

He saw Fang Hui's severed hand.

Sometimes, when facing these vicious prisoners, their hearts will also be touched.

Just ask, how many people can cut off one of their own hands for the sake of others.

At this moment, Fang Hui suddenly seemed to be crazy, and struggled violently.

Even the most powerful person can't defeat a lunatic.

A lunatic has lost his reason, and all that remains is the remaining obsession in his heart.

Now Fang Hui, the obsession in his heart is Alan who died in his place.

Fang Hui rushed towards Song Fengmeng.

There were many pedestrians on the road here. Once the gun went off, the consequences would be disastrous. Song Feng did not shoot.

Fang Hui had exhausted all his strength, the gun in his hand was knocked aside by Fang Hui, clicked, and knocked against the wall.

Song Feng and Fang Hui scuffled together.

Lin Qiao, who fainted in the back seat of the car just now, has come to his senses by this time.

She was short of breath, and when she heard the continuous fighting sounds coming from outside the car, she barely supported the seat, supported her body with her uninjured hand, and glanced out of the car window.

Sang Lie was restrained, pressed against the front hood of a car, and his hands were handcuffed behind his back.

And just a few meters in front of the car, Lin Qiao saw Sister Alan lying on the ground.

Sister Alan, she...

Lying on the ground, it seemed as if a brightly colored flower had bloomed on his chest.

Lin Qiao's pupils shrank slightly.

she……

she died?
When Lin Qiao was in a coma just now, he heard, faintly heard a gunshot.

Lin Qiao felt that his fingertips were trembling.

This is the third time she has seen someone die in front of her eyes.

For the first time, it was the corpses of the father and elder brother who were covered with white cloths were carried out of the burnt and charred villa.

The second time, Luo Min killed his stepfather himself.

The third time is at this time.

Alan closed her eyes, but the corners of her mouth were raised upwards, with a very beautiful smile, as if she had finally encountered the best thing and heard the best words before she died.

Song Feng's fighting skills are higher than Fang Hui's, but Fang Hui has no sense at all, just like this rampage!

The two tangled up on the road.

At this moment, not far away, a speeding truck passed by.

Fang Hui's angle was just right enough to see the truck.

As the truck honked its horn, Song Feng felt awe-inspiring, turned his head, his pupils shrank, and was about to rush to the slow lane faster than his brain could react!
Fang Hui tightly grasped Song Feng's arm, and fell straight towards the speeding truck.

Fang Hui's retina showed the image of the slowing truck approaching from far to near, and suddenly the corners of his lips raised, "Alan, I'm here to find you."

"Fang Hui!"

"Brother Song!"

Lin Qiao opened the car door and stumbled out of the car.

Following the heart-piercing voices of Sang Lie and Lin Qiao, the truck sped forward and knocked them into the air.

Lin Qiao completely stayed where he was.

She watched helplessly as the frail body of the man, like a kite, was thrown from a distance and fell again.

She knelt and sat on the ground, staring blankly at the world that had been spinning almost instantly, and the screams and screams of those people were all in her ears.

Until the sound of the ambulance from far to near.

Paramedics came down with a stretcher.

Allan's mouth and nose breathing had stopped.

A little nurse went to check on Song Feng who was hit by a truck, "This man is still angry! Come quickly!"

The stretcher carried the two people up, but Lin Qiao was the only one left.

A nurse ran over and saw the palm of Lin Qiao's hand that had been wrapped in white cloth, "Little girl, your hand is injured! Come with me to deal with it!"

Lin Qiao didn't respond, she just let the doctor pull her and took her to the ambulance.

Lin Qiao didn't have any other injuries, except for the wound on the palm of his hand that was pierced by the dagger.

The emergency doctor in the car was a highly qualified surgeon. After disinfecting and bandaging Lin Qiao, "I need surgery and stitches. I will go to the hospital to see if there is any nerve injury in my hand."

Lin Qiao didn't cry or fuss, his eyes just fell on the open space beside the ambulance.

The doctor found it strange.

Ordinary girl, who doesn't cry, make trouble, or cry out in pain when encountering such a thing?
But the little girl in front of him really didn't cry, make trouble, or cry out in pain, and she didn't even have any expression on her face.

The ambulance came to the hospital.

The doctor first asked people to carry Sang Lie and Fang Hui, who were seriously injured in the car accident, and specially arranged for a nurse to take Lin Qiao to Doctor Fang immediately to perform surgery on Lin Qiao.

The little nurse took Lin Qiao's other arm, "Follow me, don't get lost."

Lin Qiao didn't say a word, just followed the little nurse forward.

"What's your name? Have you brought your ID card?"

The little nurses thought that Lin Qiao was a mute who couldn't speak.