My Cunning Little Wife - Chapter 391

Luo Jingchen frowned, “the third child can’t live without you, and the child can’t live without a father!”

The man held the steering wheel with a strong arm. “OK, we’ll go back alive.”

After that, he speeded up. After catching up with them, he slowed down, looked at Luo Jingchen, opened the car doors, jumped down quickly, and ran into the dense woods below.

After the car to catch up, emergency brake, looking at the empty body, issued an order, “live to see people, dead to see the body.”

The entrance to the forest was a thicket of shrubs. They ran into the forest as fast as they could. Behind the forest was a cliff pass. After that, there was no way. They stopped and gasped, “jump down?”

“Good.” This cliff is not high. It is a dense forest area below. With their skill, the risk factor is not big.

But they have no time to act. There are bullets sweeping at their feet. A group of people headed by Zeyuan stare at Luo Jingchen. They are obviously well prepared, “your time is up!”

With the fall of words, a shot hit the man’s knee, he laughed more gloomy.

Luo Jingchen bent his knees, bit his teeth and endured the pain

Mu Cheng’s eyes immediately whirled into a storm. At the same time, someone was shooting at him. The man standing beside him was quick eyed, pushed him, and was shot again. His tall body fell back and fell straight down.

Mucheng was pushed to the ground, and his pupils shrank, shouting, “Jingchen!”

There was no response from the depths of the black abyss. He suddenly stood up, his whole body muscles could not be controlled, and the bullets shuttled out of his hands, as fast as blinking an eye. He stretched out his tongue and licked the blood on his lower lip. He was wild and fierce. He had never been so bloodthirsty in the Mu ancestral hall. He walked forward step by step and killed his eyes!

Xiang Zeyuan was shot in the heart, rolled his eyes and lay on the soil.

When Ah Wei arrived, all the bodies on the ground were lying still. He raised his eyes in surprise and looked at the man squatting on the ground with numbness and blood stains on his face, “brother!”

Mu Cheng raised his eyelids and said, “quick! Mobilize all personnel to find under the cliff mouth! If I can’t find Jingchen, let them not come back to see me! ”

Awei was stunned, Luo Si Shao fell off the cliff? Did not do more hesitation, ordered to go on, “you are still in a daze to do what, looking for someone!”

Mu Cheng slowly stood up, holding the gun hand pressed the right arm, but still bleeding.

“Brother, are you hurt?”

“Nothing.” He drags the heavy body to stand in the cliff mouth, the eyebrow beat a knot, if Luo Jingchen has an accident, how does he explain with everybody? Can’t explain!

“Brother, our people have gone down to look for it. You should go to the hospital to bandage it first.”

His eyes were still like the forest, looking straight at the city.

Luo Yi, who is far away in an City, is about to fall down when she receives the news that their life and death are uncertain. One is her favorite man, and the other is her closest brother. She can’t bear any accident.

One day and one night, her mind broke up, but she had to hold up for the baby in her stomach. She went back to the villa from the holy court without saying a word. Aunt Fang helped her upstairs, looked at her pale face, and advised, “Miss Luo, Mr. Mu has great powers. He will be fine.”

Roy’s pace is very heavy. No matter how powerful she is, she can’t compete with death. She has been with him for so long, and what she fears most is nothing more than that.

She lay in bed with her eyes closed, like sleeping all night, but every thought was very clear. How could she sleep? The next day she couldn’t get out of bed, and her cold turned into a fever.

Aunt Fang invited a doctor. The doctor took the medicine into consideration. She went to bed at nine o’clock in the morning. At twelve o’clock at noon, her mobile phone kept ringing. As soon as aunt Fang saw the caller ID number, she answered immediately and began to tremble, “Mr. mu…”

“Aunt Fang, where’s Ayi?”

She spoke quickly and said, “Miss Luo is very worried about you. She couldn’t sleep all night. She woke up in the morning and had a fever. The doctor prescribed some medicine. She would have fallen asleep. Mr. mu, how are you? When will you be back? ”

At the other end of the mobile phone was the heavy breath of a man, a moment of silence, “I’m in the hospital, and I’ll be home in a moment.”

“Good, good!”

At about three o’clock in the afternoon, aunt Fang stood at the door, and finally heard the sound of the car. She opened the door and waited. A pair of slender legs came down from the car, followed by the bandaged arms. The man’s face was cold and stiff, and she was wearing a lot of brake. She walked in with long legs.

Aunt Fang burst into tears. “Mr. mu, what are you doing?”

There is no expression on Mu Cheng’s face, “little injury, is Ayi still awake?”

She wiped her tears and replied, “yes, Miss Luo has taken the doctor’s medicine and is sleeping soundly.”

“OK, I’ll go up and have a look.” He went up the stairs.

When the door of the bedroom was half closed, he pushed it open slowly. The center of the big bed was raised in a radian. He stood still and his eyes were as dark as ink. After standing for a while, he approached the bedside. The mattress was concave. He stroked the woman’s haggard face with one hand and bent down. All the breath from the spray reached her lips.Roy seems to have a sense, eyes turned, eyes slowly open, moved the lip, “am I dreaming?” As she spoke, tears came down and slipped into her long hair. She had a dream all night. It was all about him coming back with blood all over his body. Her heart was like a knife.

Mu Cheng kisses her lips and says, “little fool, it’s not a dream. I’m back.”

She immediately straightened up, holding his head, sobbing, “I thought you didn’t want me, sobbing…”

The handsome seven foot man, with slightly red eyes and bloodstained face, was close to her face. “How can I not want you, I can’t.”

The reason of Luo Yi comes back a little bit, open mouth scolds him, “you bastard, you go to risk without a word, you don’t tell me anything! Do you think you are very powerful? Do you know I am worried about you? ”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He even said three apologies, and felt that the language at this time was very pale and powerless. He had never been in awe of life before, and now he felt very ignorant, “I will never let you worry again.”

She still cried, “if you have an accident, what should I do if you die?”

His breath trembled. “I can’t bear to die for you.”

To cherish life is not to give up the prosperity of the world, nor is it gold and silver, nor is it status and honor, but for you.

I’m alive for you.