From the other party's facial contour, Chen Qianxun recognized who she was. As expected, the middle-aged woman was the mother of Zhou Qingqing and Zhou Xiaoai.

Chen Qianxun looked at her with his eyes and shadows.

She was concerned about Jin Muhan, who was in the apartment, but now she could not leave.

Her employees are in danger and cannot sit idly.

Besides, something happened between the two sides, which was too coincidental.

Chen Qianxun approached step by step, and they were about three or four meters away.

Feng Yun took out another knife from his bag and threw it at Chen Qianxun's feet, and said cruelly: "Pick it up."

Chen Qianxun lowered his head.

The handle of the knife was worn out and old, and it looked a bit old.

"Hurry up!" Feng Yun urged.

Chen Qianxun had no choice but to bend down and pick up the knife.

My colleagues were so nervous.

What does the other party want to do?

Why do you have to hand them the knife to Mr. Shen?

Soon, they learned the intentions of the middle-aged women.

Feng Yun said: "Put the knife on your wrist."

Chen Qianxun did not hesitate and let it go.

Feng Yun ordered again: "Cut."

The employees in the studio turned pale.

Chen Qianxun looked very calm, without any fear, "Auntie, it's still time to stop now."

"Stop talking nonsense." Feng Yun was unstable, and the force on his hands increased, and a blood mark was cut on Xiaoqing's neck, "Slice it quickly!"

Chen Qianxun's eyes were calm, "Don't be excited, I'll cut." With the knife, blood beads burst out from her fair wrist, and blood was stained with the blade, dripping along the tip of the knife, and she didn't even frown.

Seeing the blood, Feng Yun felt the pleasure of revenge: "Continue."

Chen Qianxun continued, but he was unhappy, "Auntie, have you ever thought about your little daughter when you do this?"

Feng Yun paused.

Little daughter, her little Ai.

His expression became a little dazed.

Chen Qianxun said slowly: "I know you want to avenge Qingqing, but I am not the one who hurt her."

However, when talking about Zhou Qingqing, Feng Yun's thoughts have been distorted: "No, it's your fault. Why didn't you answer the call from Qingqing in my family? Why, why didn't you answer? It was because you didn't answer her call that she was defiled by the bad guys and couldn't think of her. "

Feng Yun was heart-wrenching, with tears in his eyes: "She was only 15 years old, 15 years old, my Qingqing, Qingqing--"

Blood stained her hands, and Chen Qianxun's face gradually turned pale, and he could not refute anything.

Because she could not find the murderer, her fault was magnified countless times in their eyes and her hatred was passed on.

Chen Qianxun felt depressed.

This feeling of being convicted is very uncomfortable.

Feng Yun's eyes were blood red: "That knife is the one that Qingqing cuts his wrists. Keep cutting it for me. I want you to go to hell to atone for my daughter."

"Continue, hear no!"

"If you don't listen, I will kill her."

Chen Qianxun pursed his lips and slashed his wrist.

"Mr. Chen!"

They were red-eyed and didn't know what to do.

Xiaoqing's body was stiff and tense. She bit her lip, afraid, but also anxious. In desperation, she made a decision. Taking advantage of Feng Yun's attention to them, Chen Zheng, opened her mouth, and bit her arm holding the knife hard, and then pushed her elbow toward her waist.

Feng Yun relaxed his arm, squatted down, and ran towards Chen Qianxun.

Feng Yun tried to catch her back, Chen Qianxun stepped forward, strode forward and kicked Feng Yun's outstretched hand away.

Seeing Xiaoqing escape from danger, the studio employee spoke out: "Hurry up, go downstairs to call someone and call the police."

Without hostages, Feng Yun simply did it himself.

She held the knife and stabbed Chen Qianxun.

The movements were straightforward and ruthless.

The knife wound on the wrist was not very deep, but the blade was too much and the blood was flowing continuously. Chen Qianxun tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes and quickly wrapped it in two circles to tie it.

Some female employees had brooms and mops and wanted to come forward to help, but Chen Qianxun was afraid that Feng Yun would hurt them by accident, "Hide them, don't come over."

Feng Yun’s fighting skills are good.

Now that I am out of control, the knife in my hand is not eye-catching.

When Ye Wenqing arrived with several security guards, the scene was in chaos. Feng Yun rode on Shen Qianxun and stabbed him down.

This scene made people feel excited when they saw it, and their pupils couldn't help but magnify.

Ye Wenqing almost forgot to breathe until Chen Qianxun caught her hand and folded Feng Yun's hand. He couldn't use his strength and the knife fell.

Without the knife, Feng Yun began to use her hands. She pinched Chen Qianxun’s injured wrist with one hand and pinched it hard into the wound.

Chen Qianxun's face was pale and there was no blood color at all, but his black eyes were equally bright and she was orderly: "Auntie, you should be awake."

"I made a mistake, I admit it, but you have to remember that I am not the murderer."

Feng Yun was stunned for a moment, but he ignored it, as if he would rather kill a thousand than let one go.

Ye Wenqing took the electric baton, quietly stepped forward, and smashed Feng Yun's back. The electric current instantly numbed her nerves. After a while, he turned his eyes and fainted.

Feng Yun fell on Shen Qianxun.

Chen Qianxun gasped, her forehead was covered in sweat. She pushed her away with one hand and stood up.

Ye Wenqing threw away the electric baton, took out his handkerchief, pressed her wound and pressed her, anxiously: "Let's go, let's go to the hospital."

Chen Qianxun was worried about Jin Muhan and opened his lips: "Don't go to the hospital for now, the apartment has caught fire, I want to go back to find Jin Muhan."

Ye Wenqing's mouth twitched, recalling the call from Jin Muhan ten minutes ago, he said something happened to Chen Qianxun and asked him to go up and help as soon as possible. The key point is the second half: "I have a fire here and I will not be able to leave it for a while. Ah Xun should receive a call from the property. If she is injured, she will send her to the hospital first. If she refuses, you will lie to her and say that I am safe, but she is still worried. Please call me."

At the moment, Ye Wenqing had no choice but to: "He is fine."

Chen Qianxun's tense emotions relaxed: "Really?"

Ye Wenqing immediately expressed his opinion: "I'm a pig if I lie to you."

However, even if Ye Wenqing said he was a pig, in fact, he was already a pig when he said this.

Because he was just a fool in Chen Qianxun, but Chen Qianxun was still worried and looked around for his phone to contact Jin Muhan.

During the fight just now, I didn’t know which corner the car key and the phone fell.

"No need to look for it, I'll call it for you." Ye Wenqing took out his cell phone and dialed Jin Muhan's phone number, and answered it in seconds.

Chen Qianxun took the phone: "Ahan."

"I am here."

"Have you left the apartment?"

"Leave." Jin Muhan stood outside the balcony of the apartment, putting his hands on the fence, his voice tightly but gentle: "Axun, are you injured?"

"A little bit of a minor injury."

Hearing this sentence, Ye Wenqing lowered his head and glanced at the wound. This was called a minor injury.

These couples are really trying not to worry about each other, and they are really fooling people without blinking their eyes.

Jin Muhan coaxed her: "Go to the hospital to treat the wound first, I'll go find you now."

Chen Qianxun believed it, please do it.

When Axuan arrived, Chen Qianxun came down from the building.

"Chihiro."

Chen Qianxun curled his lips.

When Axuan saw the knife in her hand, her face suddenly collapsed.

He was so seriously injured.

Chen Qianxun said: "The knife is not deep."

A Xuan, who is good at playing with swords, knew the depth of the knife when she saw the knife, and "it would leave scars."

Surely it will.
To be continued...