Your Excellency, I love you!

The son is fake.

Sharing a bed is fake.

During the day and night together these days, she smiled at him, cared for him, squatted in front of him and applied medicine for him, even when he fell asleep, she fed him medicine...

She hugged her son and sent him to work, and tiptoed to give him a good morning kiss...

It's all... all fake.

She doesn't love him anymore, she hates him...a hatred that goes deep into the bone marrow.

Mo Shiche lowered his head slightly, his handsome face was pale, and a low growl that was almost painful came out of his throat——

Blood flowed from his arm and dripped to the ground, staining his eyes red.

Luo Qiangwei stood in front of him, in terms of this posture, it seemed that he was kneeling at her feet.

The bodyguard behind him was startled when he saw this, and hurried forward, but Luo Qiangwei raised his hand and aimed the gun at Mo Shiche's bent back, and said coldly, "All of you leave now, let our car go, otherwise I crippled him with one shot."

The bodyguards looked at each other in blank dismay, but none dared to step forward. No one dared to bet on Mo Shiche's life.

After all, none of them expected that Luo Qiangwei would actually shoot...

In the end, all the bodyguards retreated, leaving only the man kneeling there.

Luo Qiangwei glanced at him expressionlessly, then turned to leave.

The slender ankle was grasped by the kneeling man.

Mo Shiche said in an extremely hoarse voice, "Our daughter...'s body...where are you buried?"

Luo Qiangwei pushed back her long hair blown by the wind, and smiled coldly, "There is no body, I will burn it."

"Ash."

"It was spilled in the river."

"Which river?"

"What happened a year ago, I don't remember."

The big palm on the ankle tightened suddenly.

The scalding and trembling temperature was transmitted to her skin through the palm.

Luo Qiangwei frowned, and shook her foot vigorously.

The man's hand was thrown away, and he lowered his head, covering all the expressions on his face, except for the sound of rapid breathing, it can be judged that he is still in a high degree of nervous tension.

Luo Qiangwei turned around and walked towards the car.

The man's hoarse and low voice sounded from behind, "Tangtang..."

Luo Qiangwei paused, and then heard the sound of him falling down.

Her heart twitched slightly, and her fingers holding the gun subconsciously curled up, but she still walked to the side of the car without looking back.

Opening the rear door, Lian Su's face appeared in front of him, "Miss Luo," he said with his head down, "you and A Niu can take Mr. Mo to a safe place."

"Lian Su."

"Master is injured." Lian Su said, "He is not in good health, I want to send him to the hospital."

Luo Qiangwei looked at him, nodded, "Okay," she paused, and then said, "I'm sorry, I hurt him."

Lian Su shook his head, "Miss Luo, you are right."

He helped Luo Qiangwei up, and got out of the car himself.

Luo Qiangwei got into the car and saw Lian Su walking beside the unconscious Mo Shiche from the window, and then closed the window.

It wasn't until she was in the confined space that she suddenly relaxed. She felt as if all the strength in her body had been drained, and she slid limply on the seat.

The gun in his hand also fell.

"A Niu, let's drive." After a long time, she closed her eyes and said in a low voice, "Send Huang Nian to a safe place in Lin City first, and finish all subsequent operations for him as soon as possible."

There can be no further delay.

Famine years can not afford to delay.

She... can't afford to delay.

…………

Winter in Jiangcheng has always been long.

The vast snow covered the streets, as if there would never be an end.

A silent cemetery.

The man in the dark black coat walked up the steps step by step with long legs, as if he knew the way very well, and finally stopped in front of a tombstone.