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On the contrary, wensuhe's words were regarded as fun by these people. Instead of taking wensuhe's warning as one thing, they approached her more excitedly.

"I can give you any money you want..."

Even though he knew it was impossible, wensuho was still struggling, hoping to escape the devil's grasp.

"Money?" Those gangsters seemed to have heard a big joke from wensuhe. They looked at the woman who was scared but pretended to be nothing.

They looked back at the place where Zheng Kaiwen and Zhou Zhu were. Seeing that they didn't respond, they continued, "we're not short of money. Miss Wenda will keep her medicine for herself."

What they should do now is to obey the order and finish the work. By the way, they can enjoy the beauty in front of them. It's good to live. How dare they expect money?

In fact, wensuho's wishful thinking was not wrong, but she forgot that there were two big people in the back.

When those people opened their clothes, wensuhe felt that she was really finished. She even wondered if it would be the best end if she had just died in the room under Ling Mo's hands. Although she lost her life, at least she was still the wensuhe who was so high and clean that no one could touch.

With the collision of her body, her heart and soul are full of holes.

The sense of tearing and nausea from her body made wensuhe lose the desire to survive. The brilliance in her eyes disappeared. Wensuhe felt that everything around her was unreal.

And at this time, a few flash lights with the click of the shutter recalled her consciousness. She was so familiar with the sound and light that before she got into the wheelchair, countless flashes and adoring eyes would follow her wherever she went.

What's the situation now? Is your consciousness back to your most glorious time?

Wensuho lay on the ground, thinking vaguely.

The black camera lens is aimed at wensuho's deformed face because of the pain. It is like a silent magnifying glass, making wensuho invisible under the flash.

Those gangsters didn't know why Zhou Zhu and wensuhe took photos of them, but they didn't dare to ask more.

"Well, Lao Zhou, your shooting technique is good, professional?"

Tired of watching the live broadcast, Zheng Kaiwen turned to Zhou Zhu, enjoying his "art" works and joking.

Zhou Zhubai glanced at him, "everyone who pays attention to a piece of evidence, you let them do so. If I don't take photos, how can I help my wife to get revenge?"

"Tut Tut, don't explain. Ah, it's a good angle."

"Why don't you do it?"

"Ah, I'll go out for some air. You'll be busy first."

With that, Kevin Zheng seems to slip away in a gust of wind. What's the joke? He doesn't have such bad taste!

I don't know how long it took, at least in wensuho's opinion, as long as a century.

At last, all the people were gone, and the only thing left in the whole factory was the faint people and her.

Wensuhe looked at the dark ceiling like a corpse. It's over. It's over

Although her lower body was paralyzed, why the hell would she still feel there. Tear general pain hit her, let her can't help but take a breath of air conditioning.

Wensuhe stretched his arm hard, picked up the mink coat which had been thrown away not far away, and put it on his body. His tears soaked his luxurious fur like breaking a dike.

Why not kill her? Why let her live? Why is she still alive after all this?

Wen Suhe completely forgot that he was the mastermind of this incident. If it wasn't for Ling Mo's appearance, Su Qing would be the one in this gesture. Her big eyes, eyes full of red blood, at this time she is like a vengeful devil.

Must be her life should not be absolutely, must be God is not willing to let her so let Su Qing.

Wen Suhe bit his purple lips and said to himself: "Su Qing, you wait. I'll show you what it's like to offend Wen Suhe..."

The wheelchair she was in had already been reimbursed in the rain of bullets.

Wensuhe climbed up to the bodyguard and took out his walkie talkie.

"Yes, I'm on East Street..."

She was glad that her life should not be destroyed. The room was as dark as before. The lamp that had just been used by the masked man to frighten Su Qing had not been broken. At the moment, it was emitting a weak light in the dark room.

Wensuhe raised her proud head. Her white face and swan like neck had been stained with blood for a long time, but she still wanted to look lofty.

When her people arrived, she couldn't let them see her embarrassed appearance. She was always the most beautiful and noble. No one could trample on her and insult her.Ling Mo can't, Su Qing can't.

She showed a sinister and strange smile in the dark, and the unrestrained laughter was particularly terrible and harsh in the silence.