Chapter 71

Shen Chengjing's gun falls to the ground and her body is stiff. She looks at Shen Ziqian driving.

"Ha ha, it's from you." Shen Ziqian laughed wildly. After she went to have a few drinks, she was half drunk.

Just preparing to go home, I didn't expect that Shen Chengjing himself came to the door.

She has observed around, there is no monitoring here, as long as Shen Chengjing died, the world will be quiet, no one will fight with her, no one will fight with her anymore.

"Shen Ziqian." Shen Chengjing closes her eyes and cries with hatred.

Shen Zhicai takes all the property left by her father. Shen Ziqian takes everything that belongs to her. She has endured all the insults and lived in the so-called "Shen house" for many years. She never wanted to revenge, but these people didn't make her feel better.

Shen Ziqian robbed her boyfriend and wanted to hurt her. Shen Zhicai transferred all her fixed assets. Now, Shen Ziqian still wants to kill her. Why should she kill her? Is she so damned?

"Bang." Only a loud noise was heard. Shen Ziqian's Benz was hit and deviated, and ran towards the pole.

In the car, Shen Ziqian let out a scream. In the mirror, she was rebounded. Her forehead hit the steering wheel, and the glass fragment stabbed her arm. The pain made her wake up.

She struggled to sit up, endure the pain to climb out of the car, is walking a few steps, only to see the Mercedes Benz "boom" sound, explosion, fire.

Shen Ziqian was blown to one side. When she fell, she clearly saw that it was a Land Rover. A man came down from the car. He walked towards Shen Chengjing. The figure seemed to be familiar. Where did she see it? She thought and fell into a coma.

"Orange, orange." Mo Yanchen gets out of the car and comes to her in a panic. Shen Chengjing is so scared that he sits on the ground, holding his knees tightly with both hands. His body is shaking. He is helpless and quiet.

"No, No." Shen Chengjing pushes him away.

"Orange, it's me, Mo Yanchen." Mo Yanchen stretched out his hand to hold her tightly, chin gently against her head, whispered: "it's me, sorry, I'm late."

His magnetic voice came into her ears, and she slowly raised her head. His familiar handsome face was imprinted into her eyelids. Her hands trembled and gently held his face.

"Uncle, uncle." She was scared to hide in his arms, listening to his powerful heartbeat, her body still could not help shaking: "uncle, I killed, I killed."

She looked at her hands as if she saw blood on them.

"It's OK. It's OK. I'm in charge of everything." He looked at her heartache, and then looked at the other side of the coma of Shen Ziqian.

If he hadn't come faster, maybe something would have happened to her. Thinking of this, he held her tighter.

Wu Hao and Mo Wen have arrived. Most of the people in the crew have been eliminated, and only one of them has escaped injured.

"Uncle, I killed. I'm a bad man, a bad man." She suddenly pushed him away and stood up to escape.

Mo Yanchen's eyes sank slightly. He hugged her tightly from behind and picked her up: "Shen Chengjing, listen well, I'm not dead! Besides, you are in self-defense and do not break the law. "

Although she just came here, Wu Hao's intelligence network soon knew what had happened, so naturally she didn't miss the moment when she shot.

"No, I killed him." As long as she was quiet, she would think of that scene.

"Believe me, he's not dead." Mo Yanchen pressed her shoulder, emphasized it forcefully, and walked towards the crew with her in his arms.

When she came to the place where she shot, Wu Hao and Mo Wen were waiting here.