Zhao Fengxia fell to her knees, bleeding all over the ground. She covered her legs, trembling with pain, raised her incredible eyes and looked at the Ming mausoleum. She really didn't expect that the Ming mausoleum would bang on her thigh.

I didn't think he could do it.

Zhao Fengxia knelt, mingling stood, the muzzle of the gun was aimed at her head, condescending, the vaguely touched cheek showed his anger, and the murderous spirit was in her scarlet eyes. If Zhao Fengxia dared to say another word, he would definitely put aside all his scruples and shoot her.

"Landlady!" the bartender who pushed the door came late.

Seeing Zhao Fengxia kneeling on the ground, they hurried forward to help her, but Zhao Fengxia stumbled.

They saw that Zhao Fengxia's leg was bleeding. It was obviously a gun hole.

The two waiters looked at Ming Ling strangely. Seeing the gun in his hand, they were scared and stepped back.

Because they all know the Ming mausoleum, the figure who comes and goes in the shadow of swords and blood, the famous figure who is not afraid of death, and the figure who dares to do anything.

If he shot them both here, it would be easy and carefree.

No one is afraid of death, not to mention two small waiters.

Zhao Fengxia showed her teeth in pain. Naturally, she didn't have the courage to continue to say something in front of the Ming Ling. She just covered her wound and didn't dare to move.

In front of the angry Ming Ling, she didn't dare to do anything. If she said that word wrong, he really shot her.

Just now, I thought he would care about the face of Ming Ming and Ming Feng and would not kill her, but now it seems that she is wrong.

Ming Ling saw Zhao Fengxia's painful appearance. He bit his teeth and slowly put down his hand with the gun, but his angry and cold eyes were still filled with hard to hide resentment. "You should have died 14 years ago! You are still alive because of your son!"

Ming Ling threw her a fact to let her recognize her own situation.

If Zhao Fengxia hadn't been the mother of Mingfeng, he should have killed her 14 years ago!

That year, Ming Ling was only 12 years old, and Zhao Fengxia thought about him.

Unexpectedly, he deliberately grabbed his hand and touched it on her chest. This scene was just seen by the old man at that time.

Then Zhao Fengxia pretended to be wronged and said in front of old man Ming, "your eldest son is good or bad. It seems that she has a bad idea for me. I'm your wife and his stepmother..."

Later, old man Ming fell ill because of this. Then, Zhao Fengxia said in front of old man Ming that she had calculated her fate. The fortune teller said that mingling was the enemy of the Ming family and had an evil mind.

Afraid that old man Ming didn't believe it, Zhao Fengxia also made an article about mingling's mother's dystocia and death when she gave birth to him.

In addition, Zhao Fengxia said that mingling wanted to belittle her. The series of words and the evidence she made convinced old man Ming.

In his anger, he drove Ming Ling out and threatened that Ming Ling would never be his son. Let him live and die, and no one can help him.

What happened to him has something to do with this woman!

After that, he broke out of his own world. Soon after returning home, Zhao Fengxia drugged him and wanted him to fuck her! I don't know why such a bad woman still has the face to live in this world.

Maybe it's because she has a deep hatred for him, so she doesn't hesitate to use this means to ruin mingling.

If Zhao Fengxia's plan had been successful two months ago, the headlines of major news agencies the next day would be the news that mingling had no humanity and slept with her stepmother.

Not only did it discredit him, but the Ming mausoleum would also be despised.

This is Zhao Fengxia's plan. It's vulnerable at all.

Zhao Fengxia knew that mingling was angry now. She was so painful that she sweated cold on her face, but she nodded an sorry head at mingling, "I'm wrong, I'll change it later..." anyway, I'd better save my life first.

For a clown like her, Ming Ling only felt ridiculous. He hissed a touch of contempt from his nostrils. His deep eyes glanced at the two waiters who were so frightened that they stuck in the corner of the wall, and left the private room with slender legs.

As soon as he left, Zhao Fengxia shouted to the two waiters in pain, "don't come and take me to the hospital!"

"Yes..." the two waiters dared to come over, helped Zhao Fengxia up and dialed the first aid.

When Ming Ling came out of the bar, his anger had not dissipated. He drove his car, and the neon lights at night crossed his smooth forehead one by one, covering up his angry red eyes.

But the speed that was about to fly showed the owner's manic mood.

In Xishi villa, Su wennuan hugged the pillow. In his sweet sleep, he probably dreamed of something delicious and gave a slap in the mouth.

Ming Ling sat by the bed and quietly looked at her sleeping face. He saw her sweet and affectionate appearance. The cold anger in his heart retreated bit by bit, stretched out his hand, and his fingers slowly drew down from her smooth forehead and fell on her sharpened chin.

Her lips were small, pink and lovely. He suddenly had a palpitation in his heart, bent his head and kissed her gently on her lips.

"Hmm..." maybe in her dream, she noticed someone disturbing her. She moaned in a low voice, then her mouth gave a little lick, stretched out her tongue and licked her lips.

Seeing her lovely and stable appearance, the corners of Ming Ling's lips slightly aroused a smile.

Only she can calm his heart and let him know what warmth is.

Ming Ling touched her lips with his beloved fingers. His thin lips were slightly hooked. He looked at her for a while before he got up and went to the bathroom.

After taking a bath, he lay down gently for fear of waking her. His light hands and feet seemed to be afraid of disturbing broken dreams on the ground.

This is a feeling he has never felt before.

He dropped his body gently on the bed. He stretched out his arms and hugged her behind her.

All that hatred and anger were forgotten.

Su wennuan, thank you for showing up when I was 12.

Thank you for showing up at my most painful age and giving me the courage to live.

Let me want to do everything I can to protect you, which makes me who I am today

Ming Ling put his chin on the top of her hair, smelled her hair, and fell asleep in a moment.

"Oh, it's so heavy..." Su wennuan woke up in the morning and felt that his legs were numb and sour, and a heavy weight was pressed on her leg.

After a slight movement, I knew that it was the leg of Ming Ling.

She turned around and saw the Ming Ling sleeping beside her. She smiled, then put her hand into the quilt, found his leg in the quilt, and pinched it gently on his leg, "Ming Shao, wake up, you pressed me..."

Although she said so, her voice was very small and her action was very light. She was obviously afraid of waking him, but she was still playing with him playfully.