Only Jing Mohao has the strength to compete with Lu Cheng, and he is destined to be only a fragment in her life.
Moreover, he clearly understood that the person in Luo Xi's heart now was not him at all, but Jing Mohao.
It's a pity that he saw through it too late, matured too late, and was able to grow up now, so that now, he has to pay the price with his life.
"Liars, they are all liars."
Luo Xi went crazy in Jing Mohao's arms, tears rushing down her face and splashing mud all over her body.
Why did they all seem to have discussed it and arranged everything, but she was the only one who was kept in the dark and was self-righteously torn between them.
She is like a heavy burden in their hands.
Only those who have the ability are qualified to lift themselves up in their hands, but what is she?
What she wants is not the most powerful person, she wants an intimate person with whom she can spend her whole life.
Why can they treat her feelings like this?
Why treat her like this Jing Mohao felt the woman in his arms gradually lose strength and could only cry.
He took out a pistol from behind, loaded the bullet, stared at the muzzle of the gun and asked, "The decision has been made."
"Well, it's decided."
Chen Chen looked at him firmly, and couldn't help but glance at Luo Xi again, holding a bitter smile.
"Xixi, don't cry, don't make me feel uneasy about leaving."
He had always been proud of making her happy, but he didn't expect that the end of the story would make her cry more sadly than ever before.
Listening to his farewell instructions, Luo Xi burst into tears again silently.
Since he was worried, why did he have to leave, and why did he have to leave so thoroughly?
Even if she can't fall in love with him, she promises to spend the rest of her life with him He gave himself so much favor, even his own life was turned into the last favor added to himself.
How can she survive alone with such pampering?
Why do they only have two choices, life and death, all day long?
Is there no other way to go?
Jing Mohao quietly raised his gun and pointed it at Chen Chen's chest.
Luo Xi raised his heart, held his breath, grabbed the muzzle of his gun, moved it down, and pressed it hard against his left chest, "Jing Mohao, before you kill him, kill me first."
"Xixi" "Luoxi."
The two of them spoke at the same time in response to Luo Xi's impulsive step forward.
Jing Mohao stared closely at her stubborn little face.
He knew that she felt guilty about Chen Chen.
He didn't intend to actually beat him to death, he just wanted to scare him and let him feel the coming of death.
Although he is a love rival, he has taken care of his woman until she looks rosy and plump these past few days.
He, Jing Mohao, has always had a clear distinction between grudges and grudges, so small punishments and big warnings are fine.
But now she rushed up and grabbed the gun in her hand so close.
What if it really went off?
The man stepped forward, removed the gun from her chest, and hugged her to his chest.
Just as Luo Xi was about to push him away, she heard a "bang" behind her, and Chen Chen fell to the ground with blood spurting from his chest.
Jing Mohao cautiously pushed Luo Xi into the car and looked around, but saw no one.
Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of bullets at the moving feet.
Jing Mohao turned over and flew onto the roof of the car.
He quickly landed on the side of the cab, opened the door, got in, and started the car
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