My Little Mom is the Richest

His eyes were muddy, and the emotions that had been released for so many years made his heart unbearable, and his heart beat violently. The effect of the tranquilizer restrained his heart again, and he felt a tingling pain in his heart.

Stinging hard to breathe, Wang Fuqu watched Yang Zhen pulling the muzzle toward his chin, and said vaguely, "Go... fire... fire..., I It's time to... go..." Wang Fu frowned and stared at Yang Zhen.

He didn't know what to do to make himself feel at ease. The sin he had paid for his father to his mother had already been paid. Whether Yang Zhen is dead or alive, it has no meaning to him.

Yang Zhen seemed to be determined to hold the muzzle against his chin. He had no strength to speak again. He could only one and one, and then said the two words, "Shoot!"

A firework bloomed in the sky of Dala Palace, and a shot came out from the room of Dala Palace. The dust of all the past has settled, and all the sins ended with a gunshot. But that was just the grievance between Wang Fuqu and Yang Zhen.

The real attack outside has begun! The gunshot awakened Mu Xue who was in a coma, and Wang Fuqu could no longer support him with his feet, standing here, half lying under Yang Zhen's operating table. As soon as Mu Xue woke up, she saw a corpse lying beside her.

Yang Zhen's blood was splashed on Wang Fuqu's face with a gun in his hand, but it was not that scary. Because his face was full of sad expressions, the doctor on one side saw Mu Xue wake up and went forward to check her condition.

Mu Xue pushed him away, and then fell to the ground. She said in horror, "Where is this and who are you? Why am I here?" She curled up in the corner like a few years old.

The doctor didn't know what to say, so he could only look at Wang Fuqu beside him. Wang Fuqu put down the gun in his hand and looked at Mu Xue, and told her the cause and effect, and the operating room was quiet.

Mu Xue seemed to have a dream. When the dream began, she appeared in the garden of Su City, and when she woke up, she appeared in the Dala Palace.

All the details could not be recalled in her mind, as if she woke up from a dream and couldn't remember what she did in the dream. In fact, this is the effect of tranquilizers, and a large amount of tranquilizers also caused certain damage to Mu Xue's brain.

She can't remember why she appeared here, nor can she remember who the person in front of her is. Wang Fuqu stood up slowly, his legs trembling, and a large amount of tranquilizers prevented him from getting strength from him.

But he still wanted to stand up, he had to do the last thing, and he could leave after he had done it. I saw Wang Fuqu slowly turning around to look at Yang Zhen who had died on the operating table, with a trace of sadness passing across his face.

Reaching out and covering Yang Zhen's body with the white cloth covering his face, it was considered as giving him the last ride. After doing all this, Wang Fuqu picked up the submachine gun on the ground, and he didn't even have the strength to pick up the gun in his hand.

I tried to raise my hand on my temple several times without success. Mu Xue, who was hiding in the corner, saw his intentions and went forward to **** the gun from Wang Fuqu's hand, even though he knew that he was caught here.

But Mu Xue always felt that Wang Fuqu was not as bad as he said. At least at the last moment, he was willing to exchange blood for her, which already showed that his heart was not as bad as he said.

Wang Fuqu fell feebly beside the operating table, he couldn't hold on, and fainted.