The man in black pulled up his hat, revealing his gentle eyes: "Yao Yao, it's me."
Jiang Shuyao thought of Fang Tingyun and couldn't tell what it felt like.
When she had nowhere to go, Fang Tingyun appeared, thinking that providing help in times of need was just a conspiracy, but this stimulation was more profound than when she misunderstood Qin Yanchi.
The person who caused the Jiang family's destruction was Fang Tingyun, whom she had regarded as her brother since she was a child. She didn't know what to say, and didn't want to say anything. She just took the initiative to hold Qin Yanchi's hand.
Fang Tingyun's eyes fell on Jiang Shuyao's hand, and the hatred for Qin Yanchi in his heart deepened. He did not show it, but still said with a smile: "Cousin, give me a way to survive. Those big batches of tobacco paste were all taken by you It was destroyed, and I know it was wrong. Don’t you care about my mother very much? Give it a chance."
Qin Yanchi took out his hand and moved Jiang Shuyao's head, forcing her to look at Fang Tingyun. He then took her hand and put it on the gun to hold it: "Isn't it me you're asking for?"
"Cousin!" Fang Tingyun gritted his teeth, "She is an outsider, and I am your cousin."
Qin Yanchi seemed not to have heard, and leaned close to Jiang Shuyao with a focused and serious expression: "Hold it, pull the sleeve with your hand to load the gun, and then..."
Fang Tingyun was close at hand, Jiang Shuyao opened her mouth slightly nervously, and her palms were all sweaty. If Qin Yanchi hadn't held her hand, the gun would have been trembling.
"Yao Yao?" Fang Tingyun stared at her, "Forgive me."
Can you forgive me?
Jiang Shuyao looked at Fang Tingyun: "You harmed the Jiang family and killed the second aunt. Why didn't I know you were so cruel before?"
She laughed self-deprecatingly: "My father can never stand up again. Jiang's Textile Factory is his life's work, do you understand?"
"Yao Yao, I understand, give me another chance."
Jiang Shuyao shook his head and bit his lip, a faint blood red appeared on his lips. She let go of her teeth: "Thanks to you, everything is ruined. Fang Tingyun, how do you ask me to forgive you!"
Tears welled up in her eyes, and her slightly deviated muzzle was aimed at his eyebrow again.
Fang Tingyun looked at Qin Yanchi: "Cousin!"
Bang!
Jiang Shuyao pulled the trigger, and Fang Tingyun let out a scream and then covered his abdomen.
Jiang Shuyao broke into a cold sweat and held the gun with her other hand in shock, as if the gun was too heavy for her to hold.
Qin Yanchi's eyes showed a hint of joy: "Not bad, I can shoot, but I'm just not accurate. Learn slowly."
"Master, I..."
"Huh? Do you want me to give you a shot, or do you want me to just drive over you?"
"Let's go." Jiang Shuyao looked out the car window, "Fang Tingyun, there is no more love between you and me."
Qin Yanchi took down the gun she was still carrying, put his arms around her waist, and kissed her deeply.
Jiang Shuyao was brought back from his thoughts: "Young Master... let the Fang family know."
"In this troubled world, kindness will do you no good." Qin Yanchi turned the steering wheel fiercely and the car turned around, "Especially someone like him. Either you kill him in one go, or the shot you just fired didn't cut off the relationship, but It makes him want to miss you more..."
Jiang Shuyao lowered his head: "It's impossible."
"I mean, I want to miss you more... torture you... make you worse than dead." Qin Yanchi stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped towards the person lying on the ground. Jiang Shuyao grabbed the car door to steady himself.
With Jiang Shuyao's "stop", the car stopped half a meter away from Fang Tingyun's body.
Qin Yanchi looked at Jiang Shuyao: "Have you thought about it?"
"After all, I have wanted to take a gamble since I was a kid."
Qin Yanchi laughed: "You are really good at gambling on your life."
