The two are close to each other.
She could hear her sudden rapid heartbeat and Zhou Wenchuan's slightly chaotic breathing...
Zhou's mother, who had her back to them, quickly noticed the strangeness, turned her head and saw the gun: "Xiaochuan..."
Zhou Wenchuan took the lead and silently said to his mother: I am now your only son.
He smiled, but Zhou Mu frowned slowly: "You can't..."
"I can." Zhou Wenchuan was noncommittal.
"Xiaoren, grandma is tired," Zhou Shengchen opened his mouth, but staring at Xiaoren who had already been around Zhou Wenchuan with cold eyes, "You go downstairs with grandma."
He understood that Zhou Wenchuan made the last fight if it was so.
After he finished speaking, he gently patted Xiaoren's shoulder.
Xiaoren finally held back, walking silently behind the bead curtain, bending over and saying, "Grandma, shall we go back and rest?"
"Ah... Xiaoren," Grandma said with a smile, "Okay, OK... Rest..."
The old man seemed to be really tired. He slowly got up from the chair, allowed Zhou Mu and Xiaoren to help him tremblingly, and walked slowly to the top of the stairs. Someone had been waiting there, carefully picked up the old man, and went downstairs.
In this layer, quiet and scary.
Only someone downstairs was chatting in the sound of silk and bamboo.
Every move of the old man is like a slow-moving movie.
She didn't notice until she left. The people behind her had silently raised their guns, loaded them and aimed them at Zhou Wenchuan.
Zhou Wenchuan didn't care.
The knife slid up from Shiyi Hou's heart and pressed it against her neck: "Brother trouble, give me your gun."
Zhou Wenchuan smiled and looked at Zhou Shengchen.
After all the unrelated people left, Zhou Shengchen said nothing, took the gun off his body and threw it behind the bead curtain. With a slap, the gun fell at Zhou Wenchuan's feet. He easily hooked with his foot, and the gun was kicked up and landed on his free right hand.
Zhou Wenchuan did not delay, got the gun, quickly loaded it, and aimed directly at Zhou Shengchen.
"What else do you want?" Zhou Shengchen looked at him with deep eyes.
Zhou Wenchuan laughed: "I want you to die."
"Then, you take over the Zhou family?"
Zhou Shengchen spoke slowly.
Waved, no one can do anything.
Even in order for Zhou Wenchuan not to be embarrassed, all his vitals were completely exposed, facing Zhou Wenchuan's muzzle.
"This week's family, only you and her are outsiders," Zhou Wenchuan's voice was close at hand, with a chilling mockery, "I am Xiaoren's brother and the mother's only son. You die, I live. ."
Amazing and crazy remarks.
All secrets are no longer secrets.
Zhou Shengchen is the only flesh and blood of his father. As his "biological mother", Zhou Mu raised him for nearly thirty years after his real mother died in return. He remained silent after learning about the ulterior histories of the younger siblings.
It's a pity that human feelings are warm and cold.
In Zhou's house, what he can feel is always colder than warm.
"Let her go."
"Zhou Shengchen," Zhou Wenchuan interrupted him, "Don't hide, if you hide, she will die. Come towards me."
Zhou Wenchuan knew that he could shoot now.
But he didn't believe it. He was afraid that he would miss the shot, and he was even more afraid that Zhou Shengchen would really avoid his bullet at the moment of life and death.
He needs Zhou Shengchen to come closer.
There is no way to hide when you are close, it is foolproof.
"Take care of your knife," Zhou Shengchen said. "If she dies, you will die too. If I die, you may still have a chance to live." He did not hesitate and walked towards the slightly swaying bead curtain.
"No matter what happens, no shooting is allowed." He told everyone.
Getting closer.
Only ten steps away, avoiding the inevitable distance, one shot can hit the spot.
Suddenly cheers broke out downstairs, and the drama on stage gradually reached a climax.
No one noticed this big scene on the third floor.
All that everyone can see is the back of the second young master in front of the low fence.
Shi Yi listened to Zhou Shengchen's voice and desperately wanted to speak out.
Large tears poured out, but his throat was severely pressed by the hilt of the knife, and his language ability was lost.
"The time is right, don't talk."
Zhou Shengchen whispered, with the power of comfort.
But it was covered with water mist, and it was indistinguishable... She was on the verge of suffocation. A large swath of white light flashed in front of her eyes, and the pressure of the gun handle made her completely dumb, only tears could not stop flowing. She didn't know if he had approached, if he could not avoid Zhou Wenchuan's gun... Desperate emotions spread from the deepest part of her heart.
Suddenly, there was a soft click of the trigger.
With a moment of fear, she slammed Zhou Wenchuan's arm and slammed him into the fence.
She wants him to live.
Even if you die.