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Chapter 717: Aiming at Your Temple

"Fang Cheng, if you knew me, you would not have been plotted against me like this." Qiao Sinian smiled indifferently.

Meng Chen also raised the corners of his lips.

If Fang Cheng really had to know Qiao Sinian, he would be able to clearly know what Qiao Sinian’s weaknesses were.

Unfortunately, Fang Cheng didn't understand.

And for Qiao Sinian, he would not easily expose his weaknesses.

"You know what you should know? I'm happy to answer if you want to ask." Qiao Sinian took a sip of cigarette and narrowed his eyes.

"There's nothing to ask, Qiao Sinian, will you find true love so despicable?"

Qiao Sinian smiled. This Fangcheng is so naive.

I'm afraid in this world, he only thinks that his other party is true love.

"In your lifetime, you have this opportunity to see me get married." Qiao Sinian glanced at him.

After saying that, Qiao Sinian threw the second cigarette butt at his feet and stomped it out.

There are still no waves or waves in my eyes, only endless peace.

Fang Cheng sneered, still unbelievable.

Get married? Even if you get married, it’s for the sake of profit!

"If you have nothing to ask, you have to go with me." Qiao Sinian put his hands in his pockets, his expression was indifferent.

The smell of cigarettes and the smell of gunpowder spread in the air...

His eyes were locked on Fang Cheng's face, like a sword, sharp and cold.

Meng Chen sighed.

Qiao Sinian is quite polite to Fangcheng. This young big boy is always unhappy.

For the so-called love, we will never hesitate to fly into the flames.

Everything is done for Fang Ya...

He seemed to have not considered himself, nor even thought about the consequences of these things.

It's a pity to be so young.

Medical skills are for saving people, not killing people.

"It's all fake, empty..." Fang Cheng murmured, his eyes empty and unsightly.

His eyes were still red, but there was fatigue under his nose.

“Yaya…”

He shouted Fang Ya's name and looked into the distance, his eyes blurred.

suddenly--

He reached into his coat pocket, quickly took the pistol from the exit pocket, pointed it at his temple, and pulled the trigger.

With a "bang"...

Blood flowed out, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

"Try 120." Qiao Sinian's eyes tightened, and he gave a cold order, and rushed forward quickly.

"Yes." Meng Chen immediately responded.

After a gunshot, the underground passage returned to silence.

A few wisps of white smoke were floating, swaying and gradually blending into the air.

Everything returned to peace.

...

Hospital.

There was the smell of disinfectant and the patients wrapped in gauze everywhere, as well as doctors and nurses in a hurry.

The white mist has not dissipated yet, and it is covered in gray everywhere.

The haze is very serious, and at first glance, the view is blurred.

When the doctor sent Fang Cheng into the operating room, he still had a breath.

The shot was not accurate, and the bullet flew past the vital points of his temple.

Outside the operating room, Qiao Sinian stood coldly.

His forehead was stained with some mist, and he rubbed his forehead, his eyes quenched with chill and profoundness.

He didn't expect that Fang Cheng, who seemed weak, would have the courage to shoot him, which would be a waste of life.

The gunshot was still swirling in his ears.

Just then, a woman in a lilac purple coat walked over quickly.

"Master Qiao, Fang Ya is gone." Xiao Zi frowned and reported.

The woman still has long wavy hair, covering half of her face, and every move is full of charm.

The ruby ​​pendant on the ears swayed left and right, bright and dazzling.
Chapter completed!
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