Chapter 138

No, what a no! Then I'll just bring Liang Jia back and do a good paternity test to see if we are father and daughter, Zhou Xingchen. I'll discuss with you carefully. If you don't listen to me and you want me to take hostile measures like this, I'll help you.

Heaven has a way, you don't go, hell has no way, but you want to come in.

He picked up his mobile phone, quit the chat interface with Zhou Xingchen, and quickly pressed a string of phone numbers.

"Hello?"

"There's business for you..."

“……”

Hang up the phone, Xia Zhiyang holding mobile phone hand slightly white, he narrowed his eyes, and poured a cup of tea for himself.

Soon, everything came out.

The people hired by the Xia family are very quick. Basically, they are imperceptible. They just miss one person, the key one, Zhou Xingchen.

In the dark, a sound wakes Liang Jia in her sleep. It seems that something flies through the air and shoots at the head of her bed. In the turbid light, Liang Jia takes a deep breath and turns her face to let the flying air hit the white wall, making a huge sound.

Somebody!

Someone's in!

Some of Liang Jia's thin hands held tightly, and some of her trembling hands grasped the sheets. Her heart was beating violently, as if she was going to die in the next second.

A pair of big hands yanked her aside in the dark. Something came up to her thin white neck and glowed in the moonlight.

With a click, someone pressed the switch in the room, and the whole room was as bright as day. Zhou Xingchen's Danfeng eyes were squinting, and she stood lazily in front of her eyes.

But the gun in his hand was unambiguous, pointing straight at the man in front of him.

Looking at the bright knife against Liang Jia's white thin neck, his voice is a little cold, seemingly lazy, but with deep meaning: "go back to tell Xia Zhiyang, this kind of untidy thing, it's better to do less. If you go away now, maybe I can spare your life. "

The knife was a little sharp and moved forward against Liang Jia's neck. The man's face was a little stiff: "why should I believe you? What's more, this woman has nothing to do with you for a long time? It's none of your business that I killed her, or you... Care about this woman. "

Liang Jia tries her best to control her emotions. Her hands are tightly closed. Looking at Zhou Xingchen's eyes, her color is a little complicated.

"Who says I care about this woman?" Zhou Xingchen said with a smile: "don't you see the newspaper? I'm divorced from her. The person I want to marry is Xia qin'er. It doesn't matter whether I can save her or not. Naturally... I can't let you go."

Although Zhou Xingchen has explained it, Liang Jia doesn't know whether Zhou Xingchen is telling the truth or lies when she looks at Zhou Xingchen's expression at the moment. She holds her fingers tightly, but there is still no expression on her face. Perhaps, she has been deeply hurt by Zhou Xingchen, and she has no strength to pursue his words.

For her now, she has to live, endure and maybe one day get revenge for her children.

When the man heard Zhou Xingchen's words, he was flustered and nervously released his knife. He pointed to Zhou Xingchen: "don't think you can cover the sky with one hand!"

Seeing a good opportunity, Zhou Xingchen squints and shoots at the moment when the man releases the knife. A bullet goes into the man's arm mercilessly, and Liang Jia's face is splashed with warm blood.

Liang Jia's body doesn't move when she hears the huge noise of the man knocking down the wooden cabinet behind her. It seems that she has become rigid and can't move in the same place. Maybe she has experienced life and death. Liang Jia's heart doesn't fluctuate. For the first time, she is splashed with other people's blood. She is just dull, drooping her eyes, and doesn't know what she is thinking.

Zhou Xingchen quickly steps forward, embraces Liang Jia in his arms, turns around and points at the struggling man with a gun.

It seems that she heard the sound, and immediately a footstep came from the corridor. The nurse pushed open the door of the ward and looked at the picture in front of her. She watched the man's hand gushing blood out continuously. She watched Zhou Xingchen coldly holding a gun and looking at the man in front of her.

Liang Jia's eyes stare at the struggling man's hand, where the fishy liquid has occupied a lot of space, seems to be moved by the artery, viscous bright red liquid is constantly pouring out.

It reminds her of the scene in the car

The bright red viscous liquid left little by little along the window, dyed the asphalt road red, and her children, like the blood in front of them, flowed out of her life little by little, and left the world little by little.

No matter how she called for help at that time, no matter how hard she tried to make her children stayBut her child left, quietly, and never came back.

The thick blood in front of her seemed to weave a net. It seemed that she suddenly returned to the car and couldn't get away. Sitting in the driver's seat, she felt something running away from her legs

no no No!

She was suddenly scarlet in front of her eyes, and her head was a little dizzy. She couldn't hold on, and no longer had the strength to pretend nothing happened. She fell into Zhou Xingchen's arms.

"Jiaer?"

Liang Jia looked at him, looking at Zhou Xingchen more and more blurred that anxious face, some powerless to drop eyes.

She's so tired

She needs a good rest

Before she fell asleep, her head was full of scenes about the car accident and the bright knife.

The sun was shining, and the dream was full of monsters and babies standing in the center. She tried to push the monsters away to save the children standing in the center. Just for a moment, all the scenery around was gone, and only the unformed child was questioning her.

"Mom, why don't you go? Although dad has explained, why does he still ignore me? Am I not good enough. Mom... "

"Mom... Help me..."

"Mom, don't hope any more. Xia qin'er doesn't know your life experience."

"Mom, do you love me?"

The child's figure seems to rush to Liang Jia from all directions, and each of them is asking a question, just like an indefatigable cicada.

Liang Jia suddenly opened her eyes, some uncontrollable half sitting on the bed, the pale forehead Qinchu a cold sweat. This dream... Is too real, her child is asking her, why not go... He is asking her, does she love him? Liang Jia couldn't tell whether it was a dream or what she was going to ask herself about her heart.

She was a little stunned. Her eyes passed the dark blue bracelet made of Moonstone and fell into meditation.