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When they entered the door, they saw that Ji Aohan's hair was in a mess. Qin Shanshan had already unbuttoned two buttons, and her collarbones could vaguely be seen. She was stepping on his feet with teardrops on her face.

Ji Aohan saw that the group of people were entering in a line, and while Qin Shanshan was still in a daze, they raised her up from the ground and carried her on their shoulders, and successfully stopped her from leaving.

Ji Aohan's ears reddened as he walked towards the bed, "Are you still going to run?"

Ji Aohan patted her perky bottom, and with ears that were even redder, he placed her on the edge of the bed. He then squatted down and held her hands, and said with certainty: "Maybe it's because I've been enlightened by being a father for the first time, and I've done the responsibilities a father should bear. It's just that this child … This child is not yet fated to be with us. "

Qin Shanshan's blushing face instantly paled. In the end, she had only been preoccupied with arguing with Ji Aohan just now, and she did not understand what he meant, "I don't need you to take responsibility. I'm very hurt that I lost this child, but my heart has actually relaxed by a great deal."

Ji Aohan knew that she had misunderstood his meaning, and he didn't know how else to explain before hearing her next words.

"Ao Han, these days I have thought about it seriously, I have used my responsibility to restrain you, and have used a child to hurt another's feelings. This child has already been used as a tool, his existence is not blessed."

"Furthermore, after so many years of chasing you and getting tired, this is my last chance to give myself a chance. But look, God doesn't want us together. " Not only was the current Qin Shanshan no longer crying, he now revealed a relieved smile.

"No, that's not it." Ji Aohan's heart suddenly clenched. He would rather her be like Shang Xiaomo, crying hysterically than to be so calm.

"From today onwards, I won't be brazen enough to look for you anymore. With my child gone, there's nothing left for you to take responsibility for."

"Qin Shanshan." Ji Aohan did not maintain his half-kneeling posture anymore, he turned around and walked towards her, then took out something from his bosom, "I am not responsible, I, Ji Aohan, swear on my honor as a soldier."

Ji Aohan pulled Qin Shanshan's hand, and let her hold the gun and point it at his own heart. He looked at Qin Shanshan without moving, "From the very beginning, this heart has been beating for you. It's my fault for being too dumb and ignoring your feelings. Can you give me another chance? "

"What are you doing?" Qin Shanshan was not able to struggle free from his grip, and the hand holding the gun did not dare to move, for fear of accidentally touching something that he should not have.

"Didn't you not believe me?" Seeing that she had finally softened her tone, Ji Aohan was overjoyed, but in the depths of his heart, he could smell a dangerous atmosphere.

"Bam."

The moment he hugged Qin Shanshan, the bullet pierced through the window and hit Ji Aohan's back. Looking at the person who entered once again, the last thing Ji Aohan said after fainting was, "It's none of her business."

"Colonel, how are you?" Fan Long saw that his white shirt was drenched in red, and his eyes immediately moistened, "Fuck, find that white coat for me, if I don't shoot him into a sieve, I will write 'Fan' upside down."

Qin Shanshan, who was below her, heard his last words, "Thank goodness you were alright."

"Ambulance, quick, call an ambulance." The calmness of a child who had lost it was gone, Qin Shanshan felt that the bullet had not only hit Ji Aohan, it had even pierced through her heart.

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The ambulance sounded like it was crying about the misfortune of the wounded. The paramedics carried the stretcher into the hospital.

"Hurry, the patient needs a blood transfusion." The doctor arrived in time and commanded methodically, ignoring the wails of the people behind him.

"Doctor, please save my Miss." The door to the operation was closed, cutting off Sister Zhang's voice outside the door. The dazzling words on the door were written in red, causing the old lady's vision to blur.

Obviously, he was fine when he got back, but when Sister Zhang thought about Shang Xiaomo's expression when she returned to the Shang Clan, she realized something.

"Miss, why did you come back so late?" It was already past dinner time. Sister Zhang looked at Shang Xiaomo who was silently changing his shoes at the entrance, and asked worriedly. "Have you eaten yet? Do you want me to do some more for you? "

After sleeping in the hospital, Shang Xiaomo, whose mood had finally turned better, smiled and shook his head at Sister Zhang, then put on his slippers and prepared to go upstairs.

"If you're tired, you can go upstairs first. I think it's better if I cook something. If you want to eat, just come down and get me." Seeing her pale and powerless face, Sister Zhang still worriedly entered the kitchen.

The moment the Sister Zhang left, the woman lying on the sofa opened her eyes. Her eyes that looked like she was drunk looked at Shang Xiaomo, and a trace of hatred flashed past her eyes.

Wearing a silk pajamas and holding a glass of red wine on the sofa, Shang Yunyun finally managed to escape from Ji Aohan's grasp. However, when she returned, she heard that Ji Yanxi had already left for M Nation, and she didn't know when he would return.

This time, she came back from her cultivation in a hurry because of Ji Yanxi, but she just came back, and Ji Yanxi already left the country.

She took out a bottle of the top-grade red wine that Shang Hangzhou had stored away from the wine cellar and sat in the living room drinking two cups gloomily. Adding to that, the scene where Shang Xiaomo had wrapped herself around Ji Yanxi during the displeasing banquet, she walked towards Shang Xiaomo while holding up her slightly drunk body.

After changing into slippers, Shang Xiaomo saw that Shang Yunyun's steps were unsteady, as if she was about to fall on top of her body.

Seeing Shang Xiaomo's actions, the already crooked Shang Yunyun leaned towards her, and intentionally twisted his wrist.

He poured the remaining half cup of red wine on Shang Xiaomo's clothes, and looked at her with a face full of shock, "Ya, when did big sis come back?"