How can the president be fierce

Chapter 612 Well, for you and my son, I will regret my life.

She turned her head subconsciously, and saw Ethan, who was also hiding behind the closet two meters away, was staring at her with frowning eyes.

The light was too blurry, and she couldn't see what strange light flashed in his eyes for a while.

The gunshots lasted for 5 minutes and turned into chaotic mutual gunshots. In less than 3 minutes, the huge shopping mall gradually became quiet.

Qing Xiaomo's hands and feet were cold, and she felt the warm beads of sweat slipping down her hair, so she subconsciously raised her hand to wipe it off.

Inadvertently glanced at it, the bright red on the back of her hand made her take a breath.

...are you hurt?
But why didn't I feel any pain?
She raised her hand to wipe it again, and stared blankly at the blood on her fingertips for a few seconds before suddenly thinking of something, she raised her head.

Just a drop of bright red blood fell down the man's fair neck and dripped into her eyes.

Noticing that she was looking up at him, the man withdrew his vigilant gaze, looked down at her, and said in a hoarse voice, "Are you injured?"

Qing Xiaomo didn't speak, subconsciously raised her hand to cover his bleeding neck, her voice trembling: "You're bleeding..."

It is common knowledge that there are deadly large arteries in the neck. It is said that if the large arteries are injured, even if it is too late to rescue them in the hospital, they will die due to excessive blood loss within a few minutes.

Liang Musheng raised his hand to wipe the blood stained in her eyes, and smiled: "What are you afraid of? Wouldn't it suit you best if I died? When you woke up and found out that I was not dead, wasn't it sad?"

laugh? !

At this time, he can still laugh? ! !
Qing Xiaomo swallowed with difficulty: "I pity your son, I don't want him to lose his father at a young age."

She was wrapped in his arms, and he could clearly feel her body trembling slightly.

The burning pain in the neck subconsciously faded a lot, he subconsciously tightened his arms, and tightly wrapped her soft and warm body into his chest: "Well, for you and my son, I will spare my life."

For you and your son...

Qing Xiaomo disliked the way he spoke more and more, as if his son was born by her, obviously he made it out of messing around outside.

The lights brightened up again, someone stepped on the broken glass and made a slight sound, and the man's voice seemed to seep from the millennium cold pool: "It's safe, I'll take you back to the presidential palace."

Qing Xiaomo quickly recognized that it was Yohji's voice.

"Yoji, come here quickly! Liang Musheng is injured."

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the glass obviously accelerated the frequency. She didn't even say which clothing store they were in, but he found them accurately in the blink of an eye.

First, he bent down to check Liang Musheng's neck, and then his thick eyebrows were tightened: "Why are you so careless? Why did your bodyguards report to me that they had already protected you, but you pushed them away?"

The bullet flew past his neck, and if it was a few millimeters closer, it would have pierced his neck artery.

Qing Xiaomo took a breath.

I remembered that he came over halfway and pulled her out of Ethan's arms and held her under him.

Liang Musheng showed no expression: "It's okay."

Yohji glanced down, casually took a white shirt next to him, and wrapped a white cloth around his neck privately: "Go to the hospital first."

Liang Musheng stood still, his gaze fell on Qing Xiaomo's face.

Obviously, he wanted her to accompany him.

Ethan had also walked over, looking at her as well.

(End of this chapter)