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As soon as Fu Ying moved, Zhong Qiu also rushed towards him, but the two of them collided with each other without a tacit understanding. Fu Ying's cut hand hurt, which gave Zhong Xu a little room to break free.

Fu Ying felt the scene in front of her blur, and her back hit the ground causing pain.Before he had time to slow down and see Zhong Xu's position, there was a sudden gunshot next to his ear, and he was thrown on the ground with great force and rolled out for a while.

Zhong Xu shot?Is he empty?

This thought flashed through Fu Ying's head, before he had time to think about it, he immediately turned around and rushed towards Zhong Xu who was holding a gun behind him and compared to Zhong Qiu.

The two rolled on the ground for a while, Fu Ying rolled over and rode on Zhong Xu's body, the black gun slammed against the ceiling, Fu Ying twisted his wrist violently, Zhong Xu let out a scream, and the gun fell on the floor.

Fu Ying was panting heavily, and the hand pinching Zhong Xu's neck was too hard, the wound cut by the knife was torn again, and blood continued to flow out, wiping Zhong Xu's neck.

"Zhong Qiu, are you okay?" Fu Ying slowly looked at Zhong Qiu who was lying on the ground. Seeing him lying motionless on the ground, she panicked and shouted angrily, "Your surname Zhong, don't be f*cking scary. Squeak, old man!"

"squeak."

Zhong Qiu propped up his body with one hand, covered his bleeding abdomen with the other, and smiled at Fu Ying with a pale face: "I'm a wounded patient now, don't be so fierce."

"Hit?" Fu Ying looked at the place he was covering, and then at the size of the blood pool on the ground, "Hold it well, you won't die for a while."

He turned his head to look at Zhong Xu who was firmly held down by him, because Fu Ying forcefully pulled his wrist and dislocated it, now his complexion is not much better than Zhong Qiu's, and his forehead is covered with cold sweat.

"Mr. Zhong, you didn't keep your promise." Fu Ying grabbed his neck hard and said coldly, "To be honest, if your uncle hadn't planned that car accident, maybe I wouldn't be here now."

"Although my uncle planned the car accident, Zhong Qiu handed you that coat! I couldn't contact you back then, so I was about to give up, but he dragged you into it! If you hate him, you should hate him too!"

Zhong Xu started to chuckle as he spoke, staring at Fu Ying with red bloodshot eyes: "Fu Ying, you should be on my side. But you betrayed me! I like Zhong Qiu who is full of lies. Liar! You should hate him!"

"My mother takes money to do things, and whoever gives me the most money will be on that side!" Fu Ying roared: "Don't give me any spiritual beliefs."

Zhong Xu looked at him and shook his head, and said softly, "Don't argue, you are a double standard."

Fu Ying was taken aback, but instead smiled: "What the hell happened to my double standards? Didn't your father return the double standards to favor you? Besides, you were the one who wanted to shoot me just now, and it was Zhong Qiu who pushed me away to suffer for me. , Am I being too double-standard?"

"It's not too much, we can use more force." Zhong Qiu sneered, gasping for breath while covering his wound, and said softly: "The police are downstairs, if you hadn't fired this shot, I could have let you go .”

"Let me go? Do you think I care about what you mean?" Zhong Xu looked at Zhong Qiu with disgust, "Zhong Qiu, your self-righteous appearance really makes me sick."

"For so many years, you have always been like this. You look like you can do everything at your fingertips, and you will always win. I feel disgusted and disgusted when I see it..."

Zhong Xu's voice became softer and softer, and he looked at Zhong Qiu with a little emptiness in his eyes: "You will always be able to do everything and be right, but no matter how hard I try, I still look like a good learner, like a joke."

Zhong Qiu lowered his eyes to look at him: "You didn't need to do this originally, but you refused to let go of yourself, and you always compare yourself to me in everything. But you can't blame you, after all, you have such an uncle and such a mother, and they all count on you to beg for the bell." Heng Zhong likes it so that he can get a piece of the pie from the Zhong family."

He stood up staggeringly, picked up the gun on one side of the floor, and aimed the gun at Zhong Xu.

"Zhong Qiu!" Fu Ying called out.

Zhong Xu looked at him calmly: "Are you going to kill me now? I shoot you once, you shoot me once, and it's even."

"Then you think too beautifully." Zhong Qiu said lightly: "You have been relying on Zhong Hengzhong's eccentricity to disgust me for so many years, and now you want to get rid of it with just one bullet? There is no such simple thing."

Zhong Xu suddenly became agitated and struggled to say: "He favors me? If he really favors me, why didn't he give me the Zhong family? Why didn't he drive you away and let me be his only son?"

"That's probably because he's not beyond hopelessly stupid."

Zhong Qiu slumped down on the ground, pressed the buttons of his clothes, and said, "You can come up now, you are already restrained."

As soon as his words fell, Zhong Xu suddenly lowered his head and bit Fu Ying's wrist fiercely, blood gushed out, Fu Ying cried out in pain, and was thrown to the ground by Zhong Xu.

"Don't move!" Zhong Qiu roared and fired a shot. Zhong Xu screamed, clutching his thigh and didn't stop, took out a lighter and lit the furniture that was splashed with gasoline.

The fire burned up in an instant, Fu Ying endured the pain in his wrist and took off the clothes stained with gasoline, Zhong Qiu raised his hand to help him throw it into the fire, but the wound was pulled between the movements, he let out a low growl , and fired another shot at Zhong Xu, but he rolled and dodged and missed.

But Zhong Xu rolled in the wrong direction and hit the burning sofa directly. His hair and suit immediately burned, and the screams suddenly sounded. Fu Ying looked at it and subconsciously wanted to help Zhong Xu put out the fire on his body.

But the fire in the house was getting bigger and bigger, there was still gasoline on Fu Ying's pants, Zhong Qiu endured the pain in his abdomen and grabbed Fu Ying, "You can't stay here! Go away!"

Fu Ying took a puff of cigarette and suddenly bent down and coughed. Zhong Qiu was almost kneeling on the ground by him, supported her with her hands and said, "Help me, I have no strength."

"I know, I...cough coughcough..." Fu Ying breathed a sigh of relief and helped Zhong Qiu to the door, kicked the door open, and met the person standing at the door who was about to hit the door.

Because the wind driven by kicking the door blew sparks onto his trousers, Fu Ying's legs burst into flames. He yelled and pushed Zhong Qiu onto the policeman outside, and stretched out his hand to pull the trousers on his legs.

The scene was chaotic for a while, Fu Ying only felt pain and heat on her body, and the voice in her ears was so loud, she reached out to pat the fire but couldn't take it off. He wanted to yell to relieve the pain in his body, but he opened his mouth. No sound can come out.

In the torment of pain, time was slowed down. I don't know how long it took. Someone splashed water or sprayed foam. The scorching temperature disappeared, but the pain was still there, and the torment made him unconscious.

Fu Ying collapsed on the ground at once, as if there were many hands supporting and pulling him, and Zhong Qiu called his name, but when he closed his eyes, he couldn't feel anything.

Seeing him closing his eyes and looking lifeless, Zhong Qiu roared angrily and struggled to get to him regardless of his injuries: "Let go! Let me go! Xiaoying! Fu Ying! Don't keep talking." !"

"The fire is out! Get out first!"

"Don't get excited bro! He's fine! Just passed out! But you're bleeding a lot, you can't move now!"

Zhong Qiu was forced to hold him down, but kept looking at Fu Ying's direction, and murmured, "Is he dizzy? Is he just dizzy?"

After getting an affirmative answer, Zhong Qiu's spirit suddenly relaxed, and he passed out after rolling his eyes.

When he woke up again, before he could figure out where he was now, there was a pain in his abdomen. He squinted his eyes and took a deep breath, then he heard someone next to him say: "Don't move around, it's more troublesome to be careful of the wound tearing." .”

Zhong Qiu turned to look at Cui Yuean who was beside the bed and asked, "Where is Fu Ying?"

"I'm resting in another ward. Don't worry, everyone is fine. The fire on my body was extinguished in time, and the burns are not serious. I just have to stay in bed for a while."

Cui Yue'an sighed: "You were shot, so you need to rest for a while."

"Let Feng Qing work more overtime during this period, and I will double the amount for him by the end of this year." Zhong Qiu felt the pain in his abdomen and asked softly, "How long have I been sleeping? Where is Feng Qing?"

Cui Yue'an: "For two days, Feng Qing was with him...his boyfriend, and he just went to see him in Fu Ying's ward. But there is something I have to tell you."

"What's the matter? Could it be that Zhong Xu died?" Zhong Qiu asked softly.

"I really can't hide anything from you. He was shot in the leg, and then suffered serious burns. He was sent to the hospital but was not rescued, so he just left."

Cui Yue'an sighed: "Having hated him for so many years, now that he suddenly left, I feel weird, and it's not as happy as it is said in the book."

Zhong Qiu didn't speak, just stared at the ceiling, until the nurse came in to check, he asked: "Can I get up now? I want to see my friend."

Although it is a question, it does not mean much to ask for opinions.

Cui Yuean had no choice but to use a wheelchair to push him to Fu Ying's ward. Feng Qing and Chang Er had just left, and the flowers on the bedside were just in bloom. The nurse glanced at Zhong Qiu and whispered, "The patient hasn't woken up from his nap Come back later."

"It's okay, I'm here to see him." Zhong Qiu smiled at her: "I'm his boyfriend."

The little nurse was taken aback for a moment, and left the ward with an "oh" sound.

Cui Yuean pushed him to the side of the bed, leaving space for Zhong Qiu.

Zhong Qiu gently lifted Fu Ying's quilt, and found that both his legs were wrapped in gauze, and even his abdomen was wrapped a little, so he slowly put down the quilt.

The person on the bed opened his eyes at some point and was looking at him.

"Are you awake?" Zhong Qiu asked.

Fu Ying glanced at him: "I was shot and lay awake for two days, it's not good."

Zhong Qiu smiled: "This is my first experience in life, please be considerate."

"That's it." Fu Ying stretched out her hand and patted the bedside: "Money, where is my money?"

Zhong Qiu: "What's the rush, are you the only one who can mention it to you now?"

Fu Ying snorted: "I think you want to renege on your debt."

"No, it's just that it will take some effort to buy you an island." Zhong Qiu held his hand on the side of the bed and rubbed it. "It will take time to repair the supporting facilities..."

"The wound on the stomach doesn't hurt anymore?" Fu Ying interrupted suddenly.

Zhong Qiu paused, nodded and said, "It still hurts."

"If it hurts, don't talk so much. I have a headache." Fu Ying closed her eyes, but didn't take out the hand held by Zhong Qiu. He murmured: "You rich people are really confusing. Understand."

Zhong Qiu clasped fingers with him, and said softly, "I don't understand you either, but it's still a long time, so take your time..."

The afternoon sun shone into the room, and the wind gently blew the curtains. When Cui Yuean came back from answering the phone, she heard two people talking in a low voice, and suddenly stopped in her tracks.

"That shot, thank you, I owe you my life."

"You're welcome, I should."

Cui Yue'an laughed, pushed open the door and said, "Hey, whichever of you gave me the medical expenses, I paid in advance for these two days..."