Chapter 343: The wealthy wife's Shura Field (62)

"I want your life."
Sheng Jinghua's voice sounded slowly, and the words were gentle and gentle, like a spring breeze, but Fu Yue's heart fell to the bottom of what he said.
Hearing this, the slender and beautiful officer slowly raised his hand, drew his gun, and aimed the pitch-black muzzle at his chest.
Snow-white fingertips pressed the trigger.
"Qi Jin, I don't allow you to agree!"
Fu Yue's pupils shrank suddenly, raising her voice.
Sheng Jinghua's gun was still pointed at Fu Yue, his fingertips squeezed the trigger, and his clear voice sounded, threatening: "Or you want to watch her die."
He suddenly smiled, and said slowly: "Don't rush to let you die, Qi Jin, let's abandon your own hand first, how about?"
Qi Jin is a soldier, so there is no doubt how important his hands are to a soldier.
Fu Yue roared: "Qi Jin!"
The young officer's long eyelashes were half drooping, his cherry-red lips were pursed, and he pulled out a dagger from his waist, raised his slender and white fingers, held the sharp blade, and tightened his fingers.
The sound of a sharp knife into the flesh.
The blood was dripping on the marble floor, like blossoming red plums, demon and beautiful.
Fingertips hang weakly, and the white gloves are stained with blood.
Qi Jin raised his beautiful and clean eyes and looked at the opposite Sheng Jinghua, "You let her go, and I will leave it to you."
In fact, he had a chance to shoot at Sheng Jinghua and then kill him.
But Qi Jin didn't dare to bet.
Even if there is a half chance, he still dare not bet.
Because Sheng Jinghua's gun was loaded, as long as he pulled the trigger lightly, Fu Yue would definitely die.
Fu Yue's eyes stared at Qi Jin's bleeding hand. I regretted my care more than once, and endless self-loathing came to my heart.
She struggled to break the handcuffs that held her. The handcuffs had slightly sharp edges, which had been pierced into the white and tender wrists, and the thick blood stains were shocking.
Sheng Jinghua naturally noticed it. He squinted his eyes, his long-suppressed mood became irritable, and said quietly, "Why, I feel sorry for him so much? Su Chiyue, do you believe that I really shot?"
Big deal to die together, at least you have to accompany me.
The atmosphere froze for a while.
At this time, two more people came to this Paramount, one was Qin Shuhan, and the other girl. Upon closer inspection, it was Su Yanran.
Seeing Sheng Jinghua pointing his gun at Fu Yue, Qin Shuhan's eyes narrowed and angrily said: "Sheng Jinghua, you are crazy? How can you..." hurt her.
Sheng Jinghua interrupted him, "Qin Shuhan, shut up, it's none of your business."
Su Yanran, who was hiding behind Qin Shuhan, stared at Sheng Jinghua and Fu Yue with the girl's gloomy eyes, pursing her pink lips.
She came with Qin Shuhan, because she said that she was Su Chiyue's sister, and worried about her sister, so this person brought her with her.
She was hiding outside the door just now, and heard all the words Sheng Jinghua had said to this woman.
He likes Su Chiyue so much?
Like to leave everything behind, as long as she is by his side?
Why, what is better about Su Chiyue... Su Yanran really can't figure it out.
Jealousy is the original sin.
Su Yanran knew that Sheng Jinghua would never kill Su Chiyue.
How can this...
If her sister dies, will he recover his sanity?
The girl's eyes dropped, her hand on her side gradually clenched into a fist. Secretly took out a gun from the jacket pocket, and loaded it without anyone finding it.
Towards Fu Yue, she pulled the trigger.