Luxury family's favor: BOSS's forbidden heart

Zi Qi shook her head. Huang Pu choked her chest. The bright red blood donation made her afraid. She shook her head, but she couldn't say a word.

Huangpu looked down at the way the knife went into his chest. His face began to turn pale. He realized that the woman in front of him was really not his wife.

The woman who walked into the palace of marriage with him, no matter how bold, could not kill.

Huang Pu's face was pale, and the pain twisted his face, but he was still trying to maintain calm.

"Do you want to know my last words?" his eyes gently fell towards Su Ziqi, and a smile rose on his pale face.

Although he is smiling, it gives people a strange feeling.

Ziqi, who was already in panic, was even more frightened at his smile. She held her head and tears fell because of fear. She shook her head restlessly.

She didn't want to listen to anything. She was afraid. She regretted, but there was no regret medicine.

Huangpu choked up dead, she will not be better. Until now, Ziqi understands this. The people of Huangpu choked up family will not let her go and will let her go to the funeral.

Huang Pu said in a gentle voice, "even if I die, you don't want to escape. You are my wife, now, in the future, forever."

As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on his face solidified, and then he fell to the ground.

After a loud plop, Huang Pu fell to the floor. His face was pale and his chest was bleeding.

His words, turning in Ziqi's ear, were full of threats.

In other words, even if he died or became a ghost, he would not let her go.

Ziqi was so frightened that she couldn't help screaming, and then stared at Huang puchong who fell to the ground.

Is he really dead? Did she really succeed?

Ziqi carefully moved her steps and looked down at the Huang Puyu on the ground. His face was pale, his eyes were closed and motionless.

Ziqi kicked him gently with her feet. He didn't respond. Ziqi increased the strength of her feet, but he still didn't respond.

For the first time, she watched someone die in front of her, and she killed it.

Panic made Ziqi uncomfortable. She looked around uneasily, and finally looked at the corner. She ran over, curled up, and hid tightly in the corner, trembling.

She killed someone. What should I do? Will you go to jail? If you really go to jail, it's actually no different from today's days, but it's just a different place, and you're carrying a life.

How did her life become like this? Why, why on earth is it so miserable?

Ziqi's eyes looked at Huang Pu's backward direction and looked at the more and more blood on the ground. On the contrary, she was not so flustered just now.

Maybe she didn't want to live a dark and free day. She pinched herself hard to calm herself down a little. Her brain was turning hard and trying to find a way.

Ziqi pulled her pajamas over, wrapped herself up, and shouted at the room: "dead, help, help, dead..."

The room is in a closed state, and the door is very heavy. She can't go out. Although the room is equipped with monitoring, Ziqi doesn't know when people outside can see everything here.

Maybe they can't see it. After all, the picture of Huang puchong doing that kind of thing to her is too private. He shouldn't show it to people.

If this is the case, Huang Puyu is doomed to die.

Ziqi stretched out her hand and pinched her face. Will he really die? God, no, no, she's afraid. Because of the strong feeling of fear, she doesn't want to let him die.

"Somebody, somebody, help, help..."

She shouted at the top of her voice, but it was very quiet outside. There was no sign that the door would be opened.

Ziqi looked at Huang Puyu uneasily. She had to find a way. She couldn't really let him die like this. If he was alive, she would spend less years in prison.

This idea made Ziqi full of courage. She stretched out her hand to tear her pajamas into strips, and then slowly walked to Huangpu lying on the ground with a cotton strip.

Beside Huang puchong, Ziqi squatted down slowly, and his chest was still kept for blood donation.

Her hands trembled and looked at the pale Huang Puyu. She was full of apology: "you forced me to do this. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't take this step, but I don't want you to die. Don't die. Please, don't die, okay?"

She talked to Huang Pu about her anxiety, but he just lay down peacefully without any reaction. She didn't know how long it took for Su Ziqi to recover.

She looked at the cotton strip in her hand. She wanted to bandage his wound, but she had never done such a thing and didn't know how to do it.

She clumsily covered Huang Pu's chest with cotton cloth, trying to block his bleeding wound.

The strength of her hands was a little big. The blood donation dyed her hands red. The shocking gorgeous color was terrible. Ziqi couldn't help sweating on her back.

What was more terrible was that Huang puchong, who had just made no response, suddenly gave a sound.

After his abrupt voice sounded in the closed room, there was an echo. Zi Qi immediately bounced back and fell heavily on the floor.

Her hands trembled, and her eyes looked at Huang Pu in horror.

Huang puchong slowly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Ziqi.

"Don't blame me, Huang puchong. You asked for it. Who told you to do this to me? You forced me, you, you..."

She couldn't help talking. It seemed that only by talking so constantly would she calm down.

Huang Pu's weak voice sounded, "I won't let you go."

Ziqi was scared and retreated several steps. She ran in the direction of the gate, reached out and knocked on the gate, shouting for help at the people outside.

"Help, open the door, open the door..."

Huang puyong seemed not dead, but he was really scary. Ziqi finally calmed down. She was in a mess again, and she was attacked by all kinds of panic.

The people outside didn't respond. She was uneasy. She slowly looked at the direction of Huangpu. He just opened his eyes. He closed his eyes and lay on the ground calmly.

Su Ziqi's head is buzzing, and Huang puchong. Is he dead? No, he can't die. He can't die.