My Little Mom is the Richest

His eyes were cloudy, and his heart couldn't bear the release of so many years of emotions, and it started beating violently. The effect of the sedative suppressed his heart again, and he only felt a stinging pain in his heart.

The stinging pain made it difficult to breathe. Wang Fuqu watched Yang Zhen pull the muzzle of the gun towards her chin and said vaguely, "Open... shoot... shoot... I should... go..." Wang Fuqu frowned. Staring at Yang Zhen.

He didn't know what to do to make himself feel at ease. The sins he had atoned for his father and his mother had been redeemed. Whether Yang Zhen lives or dies is meaningless to him.

Yang Zhen seemed determined to die and stubbornly held the muzzle of the gun to his chin. He no longer had the strength to speak out any more, so he could only open and close it, and then say those two words, "Shoot!"

A firework exploded in the sky of the Potala Palace, and a gunshot was heard in the rooms of the Potala Palace. All the past events have settled, and all sins have ended with the sound of a gunshot. But that's just the grudge between Wang Fuqu and Yang Zhen.

The real attack begins outside! The sound of the gunshot woke up Mu Xue who was in a coma. Wang Fuqu's legs were no longer able to support him standing here, half lying under Yang Zhen's operating table. As soon as Mu Xue woke up, she saw a corpse lying next to her.

Wang Fuqu held a gun in his hand and Yang Zhen's blood spattered on his face, but it was not that scary. Because his face was full of sadness, the doctor on the side saw Mu Xue wake up and went up to check her condition.

Mu Xue pushed him away and fell to the ground. She said in horror, "Where is this place? Who are you? Why am I here?" She huddled in the corner like a child of several years old.

The doctor didn't know what to say and could only look at Wang Fuqu beside him. Wang Fuqu put down the gun in her hand and looked at Mu Xue, telling her the cause and effect. The operating room was quiet.

Mu Xue seemed to have had a dream. When the dream began, she appeared in a garden in Suzhou, and when she woke up, she appeared in the Potala Palace.

All the details could not be recalled in her mind, like waking up from a dream and unable to remember what she had done in the dream. In fact, this was the effect of the sedatives. The large amount of sedatives also caused some damage to Mu Xue's brain.

She couldn't remember why she appeared here, nor could she remember who the person in front of her was. Wang Fuqu stood up slowly, his legs trembling, and the large amount of sedatives prevented him from gaining strength from his body.

But he still wanted to stand up. He had to do one last thing and he could leave after he finished it. Wang Fuqu slowly turned to look at Yang Zhen, who was dying on the operating table, with a trace of sadness on his face.

He reached out and pulled up the white cloth covering Yang Zhen's body to cover his face, which was considered as a last farewell to him. After doing all this, Wang Fuqu picked up the submachine gun on the ground. She didn't even have the strength to pick up the gun.

Several times I tried to raise my hand and put it on the temple where I was hit, but failed. Mu Xue, who was hiding in the corner, saw his intention and stepped forward to snatch the gun from Wang Fuqu's hand, even though she knew that he was the one who brought her here.

But Mu Xue always felt that Wang Fuqu was not as bad as he said. At least the fact that he was willing to change blood for her at the last moment showed that his heart was not as bad as he said.

Wang Fuqu fell weakly next to the operating table. He couldn't hold on anymore and fainted. . ,,.