Chapter 1142
Chapter 1142: Chapter 1143: deserved punishment
Author: Purple Peony MACHINE TRANSLATION
Lu Zifan was in so much pain that he was in despair. He felt as if his soul was filled with despair.
“Ah! ” He reached out to grab the scalpel from the doctor’s table and slashed it at his throat. Fortunately, the police found out and pushed it away.
The scalpel did not cut his throat, but it cut his face. It almost cut a piece of flesh, and fresh blood dripped down his cheek.
The police knocked him unconscious and looked at the scalpel that fell to the ground.
“Hello, young master. ” A person passed by outside and saw this scene. He held his phone and walked with his head lowered. While he was on the phone, he said, “I saw Lu Zifan appear and lured him to the hospital. ”
“I didn’t expect him to be so extreme. He Stabbed Lu Zhicheng a few times and sent him to the first aid. When he ran away, he saw Tang Zhilin and pushed her down the stairs. I don’t know if she’s dead yet. ”
“young master Qin Found Lu Zifan and called the police. He was in a hurry to escape and landed on the wrong building. His leg was broken. Now that he’s been caught by the police, do I still need to follow him? ”Thee bodyguard asked respectfully.
“There’s no need. ” Qiao Hanye’s deep voice sounded.
After the bodyguard hung up the phone, he looked back at the hospital. He lured Lu Zifan to the hospital and saw with his own eyes that he killed but didn’t help. It was because these people owed the Qiao family their lives!
The Qiao family had more than a hundred lives, but they were indirectly killed because of these people. Thinking about how the old master was so kind, but he was schemed against.
“Old Master, this young master has already avenged you. Rest in peace, ” he said, wearing a mask and striding away.
After he left, Qin Nan came out from the dark.
“the Qiao family are really... ruthless and handsome? ” Qin Nan said in a low voice, rubbing his chin.
Recently, he was glad that the Qin family was very clean and did not participate in these things Even after the Qiao family’s accident, the Qin family still helped to collect the Qiao family’s corpses.
Thinking of this, Qin Nan realized for the first time that his father was really f * Cking handsome.
“cough, cough. ” After thinking of this, Qin Nan immediately went to look for he lanjin. He wanted to show off, or else he would be suffocated to death.
Qin Nan hailed a car and headed to Shen Biqiong’s residence.
Inside the residence.
He lanjin and Qiao Hanye were sitting in the living room. She leaned against the living room in a daze. The contents of her conversation with he lanjin and the others surfaced in her mind, and her eyes immediately turned red.
“Hanye, I’m a little sad, ” she said in a low voice.
It was because of the fortune-teller and Tang Zhilin that she was deprived of the right to live by her parents’side. From then on, her parents became her first uncle and first aunt.
“When I was young, I always found it strange. Shen biqiong always stressed that she wanted me to call her first aunt, mother! So she wanted me to call her mother, ” He Lanjin said.
Therefore, the title of first aunt came from this.
“What she said to me just now, I think... ” she said and leaned into Qiao Hanye’s arms ...
In the man’s arms, she felt an unprecedented sense of security.
“It’s okay. It’s all in the past. We still have half a lifetime to spend with them in the future. Let’s honor him together, ” Qiao Hanye said.
She said in a low voice, “do I still have half a lifetime? ”
He lanjin’s greatest fear was that she would fall ill and not be able to give birth to a child.
If it was one life and two corpses, she would absolutely not accept it. Even if she died, she would still protect the child. This was perhaps the greatness of a mother!
“Yes, of course. Ah Jin, you’re still young, ” Qiao Hanye said hoarsely.
She laughed softly, nodded in his arms and said, “yes, I am still young! I can still give birth to a few children for you. There are still many things I want to do. ”
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