Dressed as a clingy gangster

Chapter 338 Impossible

His legs seemed to be frozen on the ground, and he couldn't move any more. Mo Linchen's body was stiff, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared at the charred corpse with no expression on his face.

As if facing a stranger.

Just an unrelated corpse.

An Chi couldn't help weeping, he clenched his hands, pale, he didn't want to believe that the one lying here was his sister, An Chumian was so powerful, she had already escaped, why...

Will be burned here.

"What exactly is going on……"

An Chi was stunned, he couldn't help the sadness in his eyes, and there was great pain in his voice.

Mo Linchen seemed to be unable to hear the figure, standing in a white hospital gown among the piles of corpses, looking out of place.

The world has divided him...

There was silence and no sound could be heard.

He took a deep breath, the pain of the broken heart did not deceive the brain, it was truly transmitted to every cell.

The cells are clamoring for desperate pain.

This outfit and figure, even the ring on her hand reveals that she is Mianmian?

Mo Linchen squatted down, his face became a little stiff.

His hands were cold and icy, and his fingertips lightly touched the cheek of the female corpse. In an instant, the invisible shackles of despair bound him, and the meridians and bones were torn apart and splashed into the painful torso.

He uttered with great difficulty, hoarse, "Why is Mianmian dead..."

Mo Linchen's face was stiff and cold, the brilliance in his eyes gradually lost, he suddenly grabbed An Chi fiercely.

"Shouldn't Mianmian be safe? What happened!?"

An Chi stared blankly at Mo Linchen, he was also in great pain, and his only nostalgia disappeared.

He showed a smile that was uglier than crying, "I don't know... I sent Ye Bo to the hospital, and I don't know anything about you afterwards."

Mo Linchen let go of his palm silently and viciously, his figure looked extremely depressed, trembling, he hugged the scorched female corpse.

There was no wave in his eyes, like a numb person.

The dereliction of duty subordinates outside the abandoned factory looked at Mo Linchen in fear.

He swept across these people, his voice was suffocating, "This is how you protect her, this is how you protect her..."

Mo Linchen's face was as calm as stagnant water, his pupils were out of focus, and his handsome outline was cast a shadow, "She is more important than my life."

Suddenly, there was a downpour of rain in the dark sky, which drenched the slender figure and washed away the sinful abandoned factory.

He walked step by step, and became a dark abyss. The people in black were stunned for a moment, and they followed Mo Linchen obsessively.

Mo Linchen found a place to shelter from the rain, and saw the rain-soaked blood flowing across the body, so he carefully wiped off the blood on the body.

His sleep is so clean, it cannot be dirty.

Mo Linchen gently put down his hand, his expression was slightly dumbfounded, there was no sleep in his world anymore.

Mianmian left his world.

The man looked at the corpse in his arms, no one knew how much pain and despair he was enduring.

Really reached a peak, tears are superfluous.

……

When An Chi left the abandoned factory, he searched around for the corpses, but he didn't find Qin Siyuan, such a nasty ghost. When he left, he saw a strand of hair left behind by his feet.

An Chi's eyes were dazed with the goose yellow hair. He gave it to An Qian, and she was involved in it?
He tightened his hair, if An Qian appeared again, he would kill her to avenge his sister, he knew...

There is no An Qian's interference in this, and his sister may be fine.

Beijing.

Take care of your home.

When An Chumian opened her eyelids, she was sleeping on a big soft bed, she spent a few minutes with a blank mind to sort out her thoughts.

Looking at the gentle and dusty man in front of him, he smiled, "Xiao Mian, are you awake?"

(End of this chapter)