The president's wife with one child and five treasures is the favorite of the group

Wan Rong's face suddenly turned purple, and the whole face was stained with blood, looking a little creepy.

"If you hadn't killed my parents, made me deprived of any love since I was a child, and grew up in hatred, how could I become what I am now!"

Speaking of this, the agent boss gave her another kick without mercy.

Wan Rong had already suffered a gunshot wound, and with the heavy feet of the agent boss, she was already lying on the ground, covered in blood and in a mess, and she didn't even have the strength to get up.

But the boss of the agent did not relieve his hatred at all.

Because of this woman's greed, he ruined his family, even if he died ten thousand times, he couldn't make up for the damage in his heart.

He always thought that Wan Rong was his biological mother.

Wan Rong never really cared about him, only the superficial greetings made him rebellious since he was a child.

many years ago.

When he learned that Wan Rong had sent people into Mu's house to watch Mu Jingchen's every move, Ling Mohan found out that Mu Jingchen was actually his half-brother.

What's more, his mother actually left Mu Jingchen the heirloom, the inestimable dragon pattern finger.

He felt in his heart that Wan Qing really cared about her other son!

He hates, he hates Mu Jingchen to the bone.

He felt that his mother was extremely indifferent to him because of Mu Jingchen!

Therefore, he tried every means to make Mu Jingchen die.

But who knows, he hated it all his life, but in the end, it was just a joke!

This woman is not his mother at all!

She didn't leave the dragon pattern finger to Mu Jingchen. She sent someone to lurk in Mu's house to watch Mu Jingchen. It was only because he liked Mu Jingchen's talent that he played a big game of chess and wanted to take advantage of Mu Jingchen. That's all!

Ling Mohan instantly felt that he had lived a life that was meaningless, because of a kind of non-existent hatred, he had hurt too many people.

The root of all this is because of the lingering woman in front of him!

Thinking of this, he raised his foot angrily, and stepped on her bloody face.

"Damn you, die to me!"

His leather shoes kicked Wan Rong fiercely on the face, chest, and stomach!

Wan Rong was kicked by Ling Mohan like a dead dog covered in blood, but she was powerless to fight back.

Her body has lost any feeling, only twitching all over.

The blood-stained face was so red and swollen that it was almost deformed, and it made people dare not think that it was actually a face.

But even so, her unwilling eyes were still wide open, staring fixedly at Ling Mohan!

How could she have thought that after all the calculations, it would eventually fall into Ling Mohan's hands.

Ling Mohan is just a pawn in her hand!

Ling Mohan saw that she was lying on the ground, motionless, her eyes were still rolling, so she knew she was not dead yet.

"Tsk, you're quite tenacious, and you still have a breath?"

Ling Mohan squatted down and picked up the silver needle that fell out of Wan Rong's cuff when he kicked Wan Rong hard just now.

"That's right, for a woman like you, you die so cheaply that you won't let go of your hatred at all!"

He narrowed his eyes, grabbed Wan Rong's other hand, and pierced the silver needle into her finger without hesitation!

"what!!!"

Almost all of Wan Rong's nerves were throbbing violently, the deepest howl from her heart!

This horrific howl instantly spread to every corner of the funeral home!

Wan Rong also passed out because of the severe pain.

At the same time, upon hearing the sound from here, the Interpol who had arrived at the funeral home rushed over with guns.

However, when they arrived here, they only saw Wan Rong, whose face was completely changed and seemed to have lost his breath, amidst the bloodstains on the ground.

The agent boss has long since disappeared.

All the spies in the farewell hall have been dealt with, and Mu Jingchen and Bai Liyue followed the Interpol to come here.

When they saw the terrifying Wan Rong on the ground, Bai Liyue shrank her pupils.

Wan Rong didn't know that his face was completely changed, and there were silver needles inserted in his fingers, which made people feel scalp numb just looking at it.

It seems that someone has already come.

After Bai Liyue and Mu Jingchen looked at each other, they looked around, but they didn't see anyone.

Bai Liyue whispered: "I guess it's the boss of the secret service."

Mu Jingchen nodded slightly, agreeing with her thoughts.

Except for the agent boss, they really couldn't think of anyone who would have such hatred for Wan Rong, and who could be so cruel.

All of this is Wan Rong's own fault.

The viciousness of the agent boss is thanks to her.

The Interpol officers dragged Wan Rong up from the ground, and the leading police officer looked at Mu Jingchen and said, "Thank you for reporting, thanks to you this time.

We have been tracking this organization for a long time, and finally we have some clues. The spy organization has done a lot of evil, has been running around, and finally caught.

The people in these secret service organizations have a lot to do with each other. Whether they are dead or alive, I must take them back and give an explanation to the above and to the people of the whole country. "

Mu Jingchen nodded and gave a faint "hmm".

Bai Liyue looked at Wan Rong who was dragged by two law enforcement officers.

Blood was still dripping from her body, but Bai Liyue clearly saw her eyelids twitch.

Bai Liyue reminded: "Officer, she's not dead yet."

The police officer in charge was very surprised to see that Wan Rong was still alive and there was no good place on her body.

"Miss Bai, don't worry, even if she doesn't die, her crimes are enough to kill her ten thousand times.

It's just that I don't know if there are any remnants of the spy organization, so I have to take her back to ask, if I can't find anything, the death penalty will be executed immediately. "

Bai Liyue closed her eyes, nodded and said, "Okay, thank you."

Bai Liyue and Mu Jingchen watched Wan Rong being dragged away by the criminal police.

"Is this the end?"

Bai Liyue breathed a sigh of relief, stood at the back door of the funeral parlor, and when she looked down and saw the blood on the back of Mu Jingchen's hand, she quickly grabbed his hand, lifted his cuff and asked, "Are you injured? Where is the injury? Hurry up!" show me!"

Mu Jingchen lost his memory, but he still hated being touched.

But for her, he never had any rejection.

Seeing Bai Liyue's frown, he stretched out his other hand to gently smooth her, and gave her a reassuring look.

"Don't worry, it's not my blood."

Knowing that he was not injured, Bai Liyue felt relieved.

She sighed and stared at him with her beautiful eyes.

Thinking of the scene where he was fighting with those agents just now, he was still in shock.

"Just now, you know I'm worried? If you get hurt, or get shot..."

"Will not."

He squeezed her hand tightly and answered in the affirmative.

Seeing that he always looked so confident and arrogant, Bai Liyue immediately frowned.

She looked serious and complained: "Mu Jingchen, before you do anything, can you think about it for me?

I mean seriously, if something happened to you just now, do you know how sad I would be? "

As soon as she finished speaking, she was caught off guard by Mu Jingchen's arms.

He gently pressed her head to his heart, listened to his steady and strong heartbeat, and whispered in her ear: "Sorry, I made you worry."