Sweet crazy!The abstinent tycoon spoils the queen as a delicate cub

"I can't let it go, I can't let it go!" With tears in his eyes, Dewey shook his head like a madman, "He forced me, uncle, you heard me, he won't let me go, he won't let me go! "

The fear of death eroded his heart, and tears welled up in his eyes, "Put this gun down, and I will die."

"I don't want to die yet, I don't want to die yet! Uncle, you said you could save me, so I came with you. You lied to me! You lied to me!"

Bloom stood up cautiously, "I didn't lie to you, Dewey, you..."

"Stop! Don't come over!" Dewey backed back to the corner in panic

Bloomer tried his best to comfort him, "Okay, I won't move, I won't move, please calm down, don't be impulsive."

At this time, the window suddenly lit up, and a huge beam of colorful fireworks bloomed in the night, a visual feast close at hand.

Dewey was taken aback. At this time, he was a little nervous, "There...there was an ambush, there must be an ambush! They must be pointing a gun at my head now! It must be like this! It must be so!"

......

Everyone in the Huang'anhui stared at him nervously, for fear that his hands would slip.

And as the person pointed at the gun, the person who should be the most nervous, doesn't care about his own life or death, and looks lazy as if the gun is pointed at someone else.

Song Heqing put his arms on the armrests of the pear wood chair, tilted his head and looked thoughtfully at the fireworks that had not dissipated outside the window, twirling the beads with his fingertips.

After two seconds of silence, he asked in a flat voice, "Who will handle the smoking ban?"

"Cheng Shang." Cheng You replied without thinking

Song Heqing frowned, her eyes dimmed.

Suddenly, Cheng You felt the phone in his pocket vibrate, he took it out, saw the caller ID on the screen, was startled, and said in a low voice, "Sir, Young Madam called you."

Just after the fireworks were set off outside, the young lady called, probably because she was woken up.

Now it's all right, Cheng Shang is not doing his job well, and he will inevitably be punished again when he comes back from the island country.

pitiful....

Cheng Shang just came back from the deep mountains and old forests for two days.

Song Heqing took the phone, glanced at the nagging Dewey a few meters in front of him, hesitated for two seconds, put the beads on the table, got up and walked to the French window, with his back to everyone.

In a gentle voice, "Hi, baby."

Chengyou, who was accustomed to it, made a gesture with Dewey to quiet Dewey. The latter stared at the master and servant suspiciously, and then looked at the loaded gun in Dewey's hand, feeling suspicious in his heart.

...This gun is not a toy, is it?

The second the thought came to him, he immediately denied it. Everyone has been touching this thing for decades. If it is true, Dewey would not dare to do so.

Although Patriarch Song has always been so calm, facing life and death calmly.But now... isn't it normal to be calm!

I can still answer Mrs. Song's calls...

But he heard from others that Patriarch Song held his little wife as a princess in the palm of his hand, and it can be said that it is very rare to spoil his wife to such an extent.

Patriarch Song probably won't do anything that worries Mrs. Song.

Is there... no bullets in this gun?

Bloomer casts a suspicious glance.

"Song Heqing, why haven't you come back?" On the phone, Liang Xi's voice was soft, "It's already 10:30, I woke up."

Song Heqing put one hand in the pocket of his suit trousers, and the neon lights on the tall buildings reflected in, covering his slender figure, "Yangyang, the guests haven't left yet, I still have half an hour to go home."

"Have you been drinking?" There was a rustling voice on the phone, Liang Xi seemed to turn over

Song Heqing, "No."

"Then are you in danger?" Liang Xi asked again

Song Heqing smiled lowly, "No, it's just a meal with the guests."

"Oh, then slow down on your way back." Liang Xi did not doubt that he was there, and was about to hang up, when she suddenly remembered something else, "By the way, you guys have dinner...do you have a woman?"

Song Heqing, "No."

"Okay then, come back early, I'll wait for you at home." Without asking further questions, Liang Xi hung up the phone.

After waking up, little Buddha was not around, and it was difficult for her to fall asleep.Song Heqing knew this very well, and handed over the phone to Cheng You, who sat on the main seat again and put the Buddhist beads between his wrist bones.

At this time, Dewey had been tortured by the indescribably strange atmosphere in the room and almost collapsed. His own guns were pointed at him from all directions, and the gun in his hand was pointed at the person who wanted his own life.

And this person never looked him in the eye from the beginning to the end, showing contempt and disdain.

Mental torture is the easiest way to destroy a person. Thousands of images flashed through Dewey's mind, and he fell into hysteria. When the man looked at him indifferently, he couldn't help shouting, "Patriarch Song, you Die with me!" He rushed forward, the muzzle of the gun pressed against Song Heqing's temple, and he cried and laughed like crazy, "Since I cannot escape death today, Patriarch Song will accompany me. It doesn't hurt to die!"

Bloomer was exhausted.

heard.

The corners of Song Heqing's lips were slightly raised, and he raised his cold eyes, and his voice was cold, "Besides my wife, you are the first person who dares to point a gun at me." He raised the butt of the gun slowly, and stopped around his trembling trigger finger, with a cold smile, "Who gave you the courage?"

"I..." Dewey opened his mouth, and the next second, the man held his hand and suddenly pressed the trigger.

"boom--"

The sound of gunfire was caught off guard, and everyone looked at the safe and sound man in a daze.

A look of understanding flashed across Bloom's face, and then he hurried up, slapped Dewey hard on the face, grabbed the gun from his hand, and cursed angrily, "You bastard!"

"Uncle..." Dewey came to his senses, stunned for a few seconds at a loss, then suddenly knelt down and hugged Song Heqing's leg, crying, "Master Song... I was wrong, I know Wrong, please give me another chance, give me another chance, please."

"Cheng You." Song Heqing lowered his eyes and fiddled with the hand on the stupa, calling softly

Cheng You understood, violently pulled Dewey away, and then took out another revolver and handed it to Du Jie who was standing quietly in the corner, "Our husband is in a bad mood, do you mind performing a round with your brother for our husband?" Is it a gamble game?"

Roulette, suicide games, a bullet.

Obviously, of the two brothers today, only one of them can survive.

"Okay..." Du Jie took the pistol, pursed his lips, and took a deep look at Dewey. Without hesitation, he turned the magazine first, took a deep breath, and pressed the trigger between his eyebrows as if death was at home.

The first person to start is always lucky. He opened his closed eyes, let out a mouthful of foul air, squatted down, and handed the gun to Dewey, "Brother, it's your turn."

Dewey wiped away his tears, took the gun, put his hand on the magazine, and heard him say suddenly, "Brother, I'm sorry."

Before he finished speaking, a dagger pierced his throat from front to back.