After rebirth, I became a drug addict of the paranoid boss

Chapter 688 He is such a filthy person, he does not deserve to die in your hands

"Fu Tingchen,"

Fu Qiming, who fell on the ground, glared at Fu Tingchen with jealousy.

"You cold-blooded rebellious beast—"

boom.

boom.

The sudden gunshot interrupted Fu Qiming's unspoken words.

Fu Tingchen pursed his lips, and his dark ink eyes were like spilled ink, dangerous as an abyss.

"These two shots were for grandpa and mother."

The bullets stained with rainwater penetrated Fu Qiming's abdomen one after another.

The blood gushing out from Qiqi dyed the rainwater under his body red.

The extreme pain intensified Fu Qiming's wailing, echoing in the cold rainy day, with unspeakable horror.

Yang Yi and the others looked at Fu Qiming coldly, without the slightest pity in their eyes.

The location of these wounds is not fatal but very painful.

Fu Qiming's life is definitely worse than death now.

Deserve it.

boom.

boom.

"These two shots are for Wanwan, as for the last bullet left—"

Fu Tingchen narrowed his narrow eyes, and aimed his gun at Fu Qiming's head. The red blood in his eyes gave him a bit of brutality and obsession.

Fu Qiming, who had turned into a blood man, was already tearing apart, with a distorted expression.

The extreme pain has exceeded the limit of life.

The veins on the back of Fu Tingchen's hands popped up, and he was about to pull the trigger.

However, at this moment, an anxious female voice sounded.

"Achen, wait."

Fu Tingchen's hand holding the gun paused slightly, and he turned his head to look at the person coming, his dark and cold eyes became warmer.

"Late night?"

Shi Wan quickened his pace and walked up to Fu Tingchen, holding Shi Fu Tingchen's hand holding the gun with his warm hand.

The coldness touched by her fingertips made her pupils tremble slightly.

Yang Yi and the others frowned, puzzled.

Ma'am, she...wouldn't have come to persuade Mr. Fu to let Fu Qiming go, right?

Fu Tingchen didn't move, and let Shi Wan hold it, his dark eyes fixed on her.

"A Chen,"

Shiwan's red lips parted slightly, her voice was low, cool and soft.

"You can't kill him."

Everyone including Yang Yi and Zheng Hao couldn't help showing shock.

Feeling that he was doomed, Fu Qiming braced his body and looked at Shi Wan when he heard this.

The eyes that were originally as gray as death quickly ignited with hope.

As long as you are alive, there is hope for everything.

Fu Tingchen's rain-wet eyelashes trembled slightly, and his ink eyes looking at Shi Wan were as deep as a deep pool, and when he spoke again, his voice was extremely hoarse.

"Wanwan asked me to let him go?"

"in the case of,"

Shi Wan quietly stared at the dark eyes that were locked tightly against her own.

"Will Ah Chen agree?"

Fu Qiming restrained the pain and waited for Fu Tingchen's answer.

Whether there is a glimmer of life depends on this sentence.

Fu Tingchen looked at Shiwan for a moment, his thin lips parted slightly.

"meeting,"

Feeling the warmth covering the back of his hand, he worked hard to restrain the noisy killing factor in his blood, and slowly withdrew his hand holding the gun.

"I said, as long as you want to do, I will agree."

Anyway, you can't refuse, can you?

The gun pointed at his head was taken away, and the fear of death dissipated a lot. Fu Qiming was as limp as mud, and lay back on the ground again.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Shiwan's cold voice sounded again.

"Achen, I won't let you kill him because I think he is such a filthy person that he doesn't deserve to die by your hands,"

Shi Wan clenched Fu Tingchen's hand and approached his body.

"Leave it to me, okay?"

Fu Qiming's body twitched, and he froze in place like a corpse.

The most painful thing in the world is the disillusionment of hope.

However, he experienced it time and time again, and his whole body completely collapsed.

A mouthful of bright red blood spewed out from his mouth.

Fu Tingchen paused, and instantly understood Shi Wan's meaning, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

That smile looked extraordinarily beautiful and crazy against the chill in Mo Mo's eyes.

"it is good."

When Shiwan got Fu Tingchen's answer, he took two steps forward and squatted in front of Fu Qiming.

"Shiwan, you, like Fu Tingchen, are animals—"

Before he finished speaking, Shi Wan forcibly removed his chin and stuffed a mouthful of pills.

"Come here, nail him to the tomb in a kneeling posture."

This man doesn't deserve to have the same bloodline as Ah Chen and Grandpa Fu.

She wanted him to bleed out and die in despair and pain.