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    Chapter Thirty

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    The night view of Paris is almost charming.

    The whole city seems to be covered with golden light, from the Champs-Elysees Avenue to the Arc de Triomphe, and then to the Eiffel Tower, full of resplendent luxury.

    Yin Bijie almost jumped out of the back seat of the car and walked straight up the long bridge. Ke Qingteng followed behind her, and quickly controlled her hand that was about to slap Feng Zhuolun's back with a palm.

    "I've never seen a man as useless as you in my fucking life!"

    Yin Bijie's exquisite and cold face was tense, she shook off Ke Qingteng's hand, snatched the beer can from Feng Zhuolun's hand and threw it on the ground, "Why don't you die!"

    "I think so too." Feng Zhuolun turned his head and smiled at her, "Either you dig out my heart, or push me into the river."

    The look on his face was hardly an expression.

    Even with a smile, it's like a machine, a walking dead.

    "What's going on." Ke Qingteng said coldly from the side at this time, "Why did you let her go with Luo Quhe? So far, I haven't even found any news."

    As soon as this was mentioned, Yin Bijie was so angry that his eyes turned red, and he held back the gun with his hands and did not pull it out.

    "Then what should I compare with him?" Feng Zhuolun's face was flushed red from alcohol, and he pursed his lips and said,

    "I said brother, you give her to me, and let your people retreat one kilometer away by the way?"

    "Do you know how much she hates Luo Quhe?"

    Yin Bijie also just got the secret information about his relationship with Luo Quhe, so she couldn't help but look into his eyes and said sharply, "You push her to such a person and involve her in such a terrible family, you  What is it for, if you say that all this is for revenge, I will shoot you right now!"

    He listened to what she said, and now he turned his arms away from the stone bridge and looked at them, eyes without any focus,

    "I was in France when she was with Luo Quhe, Yin Bijie. I knew a few months ago that she had been with the person I hate the most in my life, but I still have today."

    "Then it seems that you are a family after all." Yin Bijie said coldly and sarcastically at this time, "Even the eyes of picking women are the same."

    Ke Qingteng moved his lips aside, then looked at his friend and said in a deep voice, "Then what do you want to do now."

    Feng Zhuolun shook his head, with a smile on his face, "She left with Luo Quhe, my mother is dying, but I don't want to go back and take a look at her, and I don't know what I want to do."

    That's the end of the world.

    From now on, there is no longer any hope in this life, only to stop breathing and never come to this world.

    ? Never saw her smile, never had any interaction with her, never had an infatuation wishing for a long time, he was still alone, playing in the world, without sincerity, without concern.

    This is the best for him.

    Yin Bijie looked at him and said word by word, "Although I don't know what happened to you in the past that would cause you to become like this, but you are really, not even half worthy of her sincerity. No man would  If you are willing to give up your beloved woman to others, no matter how many difficulties and difficulties you have, if you hurt her like this, you will never be able to restore it in the future."

    If you really love to the depths, what can stop the desperate pursuit.

    "I know." He tilted his head towards the night sky, with a faint smile on his handsome face, "I know."

    He really does.

    The three of them fell silent at this moment, Ke Qingteng's cell phone rang suddenly, he picked it up and listened to a few words, then responded to the other end of the phone, immediately looked at Feng Zhuolun with cold eyes, raised his hand and hung up the phone  

    When Rong Zihan opened his eyes slightly, his mind felt like it was being run over by a wheel, and the pain was splitting.

    "Hanhan, you're awake." At this moment, a low and soft voice came from beside her. Luo Quhe sat on the chair beside her bed, folded his hands on his knees and looked down at her.

    "Is it still uncomfortable?" He got up and bent slightly to touch her forehead, breathing warm breath on her face.

    She frowned, turned her face slightly to avoid his hand, and then saw that she was lying on a bed in a large room with intricate medieval mural patterns on the roof.

    Luo Quhe's hand paused, and at this moment, his slender fingers moved down along her forehead bit by bit, slipped past her upturned nose, and landed on her lips.

    & n??Kneel down, and I'll let her go, and don't bother her anymore.  "

    As he spoke, he took out a gun from the back of the chair, slowly raised it and pointed it at Rong Zihan.

    The black muzzle of the gun was pointing directly at Rong Zihan's heart, and her mind went blank. Looking at the elegant and gentle man holding the gun, her whole body was as stiff as ice, and there was no trace of blood on her face.

    Fear, the fear that the heart almost stops.

    "It's not difficult." Luo Quhe looked at Feng Zhuolun, "Bending your legs, anyone can get their wish."

    Feng Zhuolun's hands were already blue and purple, his nails were dug deep into the palms of his hands, blood dripped from his clenched fists, and bright red petals bloomed on the floor.

    It's as long as a century has passed.

    After a long time, he closed his eyes slightly, his body fell slowly, and he bent his legs and knelt down¡ª¡ª

    When a person is at the end of his life, he may not need food, water, etc. to survive, but needs self-esteem and dignity to support a body.

    Dignity is like faith, and a man's self-esteem is like a golden stone on his knee.

    Rong Zihan could hardly feel the oppression and coldness emitted by the muzzle of the black hole.

    In the sensory world, there is only the tall, thin, pale and handsome man in front of him kneeling on the cold floor stained with blood from his palms with knees bent.

    Her tears flowed numbly all over her cheeks unconsciously.

    What a proud man he is, a man who will never try to show softness and bow his head even if the road ends. He would rather use his pride to stab her and push her away, feeling lonely and hurting himself extremely.

    Does it have to be at this moment before she can feel his true and hopeless love?

    She didn't know how much affection he had used for her in exchange for not kneeling to his parents or the world.

    Just to let her go.

    He gave her all his dignity, pride, and the last thing he had left.

    Luo Quhe looked at Feng Zhuolun who was kneeling on the ground, his face was cloudy and cloudy. It took him a long time to put the gun in his hand on the tea table beside him, and clapped his hands calmly and jokingly, "It's wonderful."

    Feng Zhuolun didn't have any expression on his face, he looked at his face and said two words, "Let him go."

    Luo Quhe looked at him and curled his lips, and then said to Rong Zihan who was at the side, "Hanhan, listen to you, if you want to go or follow meor you want to follow this useless person, tell me."

    How terrifying, a few minutes ago, this man who kept saying he loved her deeply had pointed a gun at her heart, forcing Zhuo Lun to make a bet with her life.

    Rong Zihan seemed not to have heard his words, raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and mechanically walked to Feng Zhuolun's side without a trace of strength.

    She knelt down beside him with her legs and feet bent, stretched out her trembling hands and tightly encircled his shoulders in front of him to hug him.

    She could feel his body trembling, and she clenched her teeth and closed her hands even tighter.

    The room was silent, she raised her head slightly at this time, leaned her lips against his ear, and tremblingly said with red eyes, "I won't go back."

    "I'll stay with you, stay in France, by your side If you don't go back, I won't go back, Feng Zhuolun, don't give up on me okay?"

    Rong Zihan was begging him weakly and almost recklessly.

    She didn't know how Luo Quhe would treat him, she didn't know how many secrets and unspeakable pressures he was carrying, she only knew that no matter what, she couldn't leave him at this time.

    If there is no such person in this life, even if he is alive, he is dead.

    Just because there was such a person, my life has been changed, and it is never the same as before.

    After a while, she felt the hands of the person she was holding slowly caress her waist, leading her to stand up from the ground with both hands.

    There was no trace of blood on Feng Zhuolun's face. The morning light came in from the open door behind him, covering his face almost blurry.

    He moved his lips just as he was about to speak, when suddenly there were sharp gunshots outside the villa.

    Standing on the seat watching them, Luo Quhe raised his eyebrows, gestured to Ayan, and smiled calmly, "As expected of a good brother, we are here after all." (Remember the website address:  www.hlnovel.com
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