Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The surveillance camera was stained with a few drops of blood. Han Guanshan licked his lips and looked at the overlapping bodies in the surveillance. "Chen Fang's fighting ability really opened my eyes."

"Hehe... go to the top floor and stop their helicopter."

Alin was waiting anxiously in the helicopter, ready to take off at any time.

Finally, not far away, Axiao appeared carrying Chen Fang on his back, but the road they walked on was covered in blood.

Ah Lin hurriedly reached out his hand and took the unconscious man from Ah Xiao. He seemed to have no heartbeat.

"Sister-in-law, hurry up!"

"No, it's too late."

Song Weiyu looked at the edge of the top floor in horror. Han Guanshan walked slowly towards them with a dozen people, and the corner of the man's mouth was curled with his usual arrogant smile.

And what he casually carried on his shoulder was a heavy machine gun that could shoot down a helicopter.

His coat was blown up by the wind from the rooftop, and he stopped ten meters away from her with a lazy pace.

"Baby, I told you that even if you die, you have to die beside me."

While loading bullets, Han Guanshan raised his chin towards the helicopter and said, "Be good, get on board."

"I will bury you and your beloved Chen Fang together."

No one who betrayed him is still alive today.

She was the exception, but today, she is no longer the exception.

He smiled and didn't look at her again. His drooped brows hid the expression in his eyes. He hung the magazine on his waist neatly and loaded the large-caliber bullet.

The bloodthirsty madness emanating from the man was something Song Weiyu had never seen before.

If she left, he would actually shoot.

Song Weiyu turned to Ah Xiao and said, "Hurry up and leave. I have a way to stop him!"

"But the boss said that we must take you away. Sister-in-law, you get on the plane first, and I will come down to stop them!"

"How are you going to stop it? Use your body to block the gun! Do you want the four of us to die in this helicopter?" Song Weiyu yelled at Axiao.

After yelling, he said to Ah Xiao, "Take him to the hospital quickly. I don't want him to die! Also, in the Xiangshan Lake Villa, there is a small box in the bedside table of his and my bedroom. It contains something I want to give him. Please help me give it to him."

"Let's go!"

With the heavy machine gun on his sturdy shoulders, Han Guanshan had already aimed it at the helicopter.

Song Weiyu faced him and put on Chen Fang's suit. His thin body was instantly surrounded by a familiar sense of security.

She approached step by step with a fearless attitude towards death.

Han Guanshan licked his lips and smiled, "Tsk, why are you back? You're a good boy for not going to die with them."

After saying that, he aimed his gun at the helicopter as it took off, "Baby, you're so good, how about I reward you with some fireworks? There's flesh and blood in these fireworks..."

When Han Guanshan was about to shoot, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, his jaw tightened, and his eyes narrowed with ferocity.

Song Weiyu pulled out Chen Fang's saber from his pocket and pointed it at his face.

The blade of the knife has been chopped, but it is still sharp.

"Han Guanshan, twenty years ago, I left a scar on your face, which almost cost you your life. Today, I will return it to you, and you let them go."

Han Guanshan's eyes darkened and his finger on the trigger paused.

How could she, who loves beauty so much, leave such a long scar on her flawless face?

Threatening him again, right?

Han Guanshan remained unmoved and pulled the trigger at the helicopter.

After firing two bullets in succession, Song Weiyu directly inserted the saber into the side of his face an inch in front of his ear.

Those eyes that seemed beautiful to everyone who saw them were now as gray and silent as death. They just stared at Han Guanshan, with the knife in their hand, slashing down firmly.

Han Guanshan's chest heaved twice as he watched blood gather on her chin and drip down.

Is this woman trying to compete with him to see who is more cruel?

Song Weiyu seemed to feel no pain and did not stop. The blade had already slid to the corner of his jaw and was about to reach his neck.

Han Guanshan cursed angrily, threw away the machine gun, and strode to her side. His eyes were stung by the blood on her face. "Song Weiyu, you are really capable. You won. You f*cking won again!"

The saber was taken away by Han Guanshan and thrown away.

There was a ten-centimeter-long wound on the side of Song Weiyu's face, and blood was flowing continuously.

Han Guanshan wanted to hug her, but Song Weiyu didn't care about the risk of disfigurement. She pushed him away, squatted down, picked up Chen Fang's saber, and carefully put it in her arms.

The helicopter flew away and could no longer be seen.

She clutched the suit in front of her chest, hugged her arms and laughed, and finally, as if she had exhausted all her strength, she closed her eyes and fell backwards.

Han Guanshan caught her firmly, tore off her suit and threw her on the roof.

He picked her up and walked downstairs, telling Zhou Qingye, "Call the doctor and prepare for surgery!"

"Brother, do you really want to perform this operation on her? If Sister Qi knew, she would hate you to death!"

"As long as the operation is done, will she still have a chance to know?"

Of course I have no chance to know since I have lost my memory.