Chapter 1933 Anger

Seeing the black muzzle pointing at him, Jian Hongyi became scared with naked eyes, and the muscles on his face trembled.

"Jian Ximan! What are you going to do! Don't forget! I am still your father! Ah——"

A gunshot followed by Jian Hongyi's shrill screams and the screams of others.

The smell of blood quickly spread. Although Jian Ximan was a little uncomfortable, her frown slowly unfolded when she thought of her mother's tragic death.

Her mother died in a pool of blood back then, what is Jian Hongyi's blood flowing like?

A trace of hatred flashed in his eyes, and Jian Ximan turned to look at Zhu Lijing behind him.

"You're pretty good at choosing a place."

The man glanced at Jian Hongyi who almost fainted from pain and pulled his lips coldly.

"It is not a noble bloodline, nor is it valuable to society, and it is useless to keep that kind of place.

When I deal with this child, the Jian family will be defeated."

Jian Hongyi was so painful that he was sweating coldly. When he heard Zhu Fengjing's words, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain and spoke weakly.

"Jian Ximan... My blood is also flowing in her body... If you have the ability, you will kill her!"

Zhu Lijing sneered.

"You can't just inherit the family property and pass on the family line? Haven't you always refused to admit that this is your daughter? Since that's the case, she has nothing to do with you and your surname Jian!"

When my son died, I remembered that the same blood was flowing in my daughter's body!

Such a scum is not worthy of being a father at all!

"I'll help you aim for the next shot, you can drive it."

Zhu Wenjing held Jian Ximan's hand and slowly raised it up and snatched it, aiming at Jian Hongyi's arm that was hanging in the air.

The fear in his heart was almost about to swallow Jian Hongyi, and the pain from the wound was more painful than death.

He looked at Zhu Wenjing let go of his hand, and Jian Ximan was about to pull the trigger, and in horror, he quickly spoke.

"Jian Ximan... do you know how your grandfather died?"

With his hand pulling the trigger, Jian Ximan looked up at Jian Hongyi.

Zhu Lijing's eyebrows sank and he hurriedly spoke.

"Manman, don't listen, shoot!"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Jian Hongyi's voice continued to come.

"I used a pillow to death! I used a pillow to death! He was still negotiating conditions with me before he died. He exchanged the assets of the entire Jian family for me to take good care of you. He didn't think about it? If it weren't for the time when I thought you might have useful in the future, I wouldn't have left you in the present! You would have died with that dead old man long ago!"

Although Jian Hongyi's voice was weak, his face was full of pride. It fell into Jian Ximan's eyes and felt it was extremely dazzling.

The muscles on his cheeks were tensing. Jian Ximan held the gun in his hand tightly, stared at his scarlet eyes and said gritting his teeth:

"Jian Hongyi, say your words again!"

Seeing the crazy hatred in her eyes, Jian Hongyi's smile became more and more arrogant and proud.

"Your grandfather was suffocated to death by me! The next second he signed the letter, I was suffocated to death!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Jian Ximan fired countless guns, and his hands holding the gun were shaking. A water light appeared in his eyes that were flowing with hatred, but he was stubborn and did not fall down.

At this moment, there was only one thought left in her mind - Jian Hongyi deserves to die!

Until the bullets in the magazine were exhausted, Jian Ximan was still pulling the trigger frantically, as if only in this way could he vent his hatred.

Zhu Fengjing waited for her to vent her vent, held her hand holding the gun and pressed it down, grabbed the back of her head and pressed it on her shoulders, feeling her whole body trembling, gently rubbing her long hair.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay."

The bodyguard walked up to look up Jian Hongyi's breath, "Young master, I'm dead."

“Treat it clean.”

As soon as Zhu Fengjing finished speaking, he felt Jian Ximan suddenly collapse in his arms.

"Menman?Menman?cao!"

Zhu Fengjing lowered her eyes and looked at the woman who fainted in her arms. Her face suddenly changed. She threw the gun to the bodyguard next to her, picked up the woman in her arms and walked out with great strides.

The messy steps were filled with anxiety and tension.

"Go to the hospital! Notify the doctor to be on standby immediately!"

The bodyguard drove the car to the door as fast as possible, and Zhu Wenjing hugged Jian Ximan and got into the car.

In just over a dozen minutes, Zhu Yanjing's car parked at the city center hospital.

After some examination, the doctor walked out of the ward. Zhu Fengjing immediately walked forward, his eyes were terrible.

A chill suddenly rose in the soles of his feet, and the doctor quickly spoke when he saw this.

"Miss Jian is nothing serious, she just fainted from anger. I prescribed some medicines to calm her mind, so she could have a good sleep, and when someone wakes up, it will be fine."

"Um."

Zhu Wenjing responded coldly, walked around the doctor and pushed the door open and walked in.

The woman on the hospital bed had her eyes closed, and her rosy face in the morning was now pale, with tears still left at the corners of her eyes.

He sat down beside the bed, gently rubbing her forehead with thick fingertips, and his movements were full of care.

It was him who neglected.

He didn't expect Jian Hongyi to seek death by irritating her.

He deliberately concealed the process of his grandfather's death, but in the end he still failed to keep the secret.

At this time, the bodyguard pushed the door and walked in, looked at the person on the bed, and whispered:

"Young Master, what should I do with those women?"

Zhu Fengjing pursed her lips and thought for a moment, and said in a deep voice:

"Twist Wen Yi into the mental hospital, Jian Yiyi continued to be locked up. I want to see how hard she is!"

The bodyguard lowered his eyes and knew that his young master was going to expose his anger to Jian Yiyi and Wen Yi.

Wen Yi was admitted to the mental hospital and definitely had no good life.

As for Jian Yiyi, the torture that Jian Hongyi should have suffered will probably be returned to her twice.

"That Xiao Yuan and that child..."

"Close first."

Xiao Yuan has nothing to do with this matter, so it is just let go.

It's just that child... he hasn't figured out what to do, and he can't guess what Jian Ximan thought.

Let’s just wait until Jian Ximan wakes up before talking.

...

Jian Ximan slept for a long time. In a daze, she dreamed of her grandfather and mother again.

Seeing his grandfather and mother standing in front of him, and the grievances that had accumulated for many years came over him, Jian Ximan could no longer hold it back and cried in grievances.

Seeing this, Mr. Jian said angrily:

"When I was a stubborn person when I was a child, I wouldn't cry no matter how much I suffered. Why would I cry when I was too old!"

The daughter of the Jian family wiped her tears and said softly:

"Manman, don't cry. Let the past pass. You should always look forward. Remember what your mother told you, cherish everything you have around you, including the man who is good to you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figures of the daughter of the Jian family and Mr. Jian were gradually covered by a layer of mist until they disappeared.

"mom!"

Jian Ximan exclaimed in surprise and suddenly woke up from her dream. Zhu Wenjing, who was wiping her tears, took back his hand and asked softly.

"Did you dream of aunt?"

Jian Ximan looked at the man in front of her blankly, thinking of the real touch when her mother touched her in the dream and the grievances that were pressing on her heart, tears couldn't help but slide from the corners of her eyes.

Zhu Fengjing knew that she had too much grievance in her heart. She sat by the bed and listened quietly to her crying, gently patting her head with her palm, which was to comfort and accompany her.

When she was tired of crying, Zhu Fengjing wiped the tears from her face with a towel, tucked her quilt, and said softly:

"Sleep a little longer."

"Yes." Jian Ximan responded, buried her in the quilt and closed her eyes.
Chapter completed!