Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 681 The Grand Finale (19)
"But if I die, I can no longer be by your side like now, Qing Qiao..."

Han Minzheng's voice sounded a bit sentimental, not fake.

"No, you will be fine. No matter what, you are the one I love."

"Is it more important than anyone else?"

Qing Qiao's voice became weak and lifeless: "Well, it's more important than anyone else."

Han Minzheng's voice was very cheerful: "Qing Qiao, who do you think this is?"

"Little...Xiaobao?" Qing Qiao couldn't hide her surprise, "Why is he here, Min Zheng, what did you do to my cousin?"

"I just invited her to our house."

Jin Ziqi's heart sank when he heard it, and then he heard Han Minzheng's voice getting up, and the sound of footsteps approaching.

"I know you're awake, stop pretending." Han Minzheng's voice was not as gentle as before.

Jin Ziqi saw that he was exposed, so he didn't continue to pretend, and opened his eyes.

The first thing she saw were Han Minzheng's cotton slippers and straight trousers, and then she was helped up.

Jin Ziqi didn't dare to disobey him, so he obeyed his strength and sat up, leaning on the sofa.

The eyes of Yu Qingqiao who happened to be a few steps away met each other, and both of them were shocked.

Qing Qiao changed out of her hospital clothes and wore a loose white sweater, revealing her clavicle that became more and more obvious due to her thinness. She was wearing a bright red floor-length dress underneath, and her long hair was casually draped. Sitting in a wheelchair seemed like a A budding phoenix flower.

Song Xiaobao was nestling in her arms at the moment, sleeping soundly with his eyes closed, his chubby cheeks were flushed, and he would rub against Qing Qiao's chest from time to time, as if a loving mother was holding her baby.

And Qing Qiao's spirit is not very good, a little sluggish, I don't know if it's because her body hasn't recovered yet or... what kind of medicine was given by Han Minzheng, even with makeup, it didn't cover her haggard and pale face.

And when Yu Qingqiao saw Jin Ziqi who was tied up, surprise and worry flashed in his eyes.

Han Minzheng watched the two of them staring at each other silently, with a smile flashing in his eyes.

He walked over to hold Qing Qiao in his arms, and said softly, "Look, if it wasn't for calling her that day, you wouldn't have been arrested, and you wouldn't have been so humiliated by that bastard Jonny. And last time , and it was because of her that you fell into a coma."

Han Minzheng's thin lips were close to Qing Qiao's ear tip: "I know you must resent her very much, right?"

Qing Qiao's face became paler and Jin Ziqi remained silent.

Han Minzheng continued: "Qing Qiao, don't lie to me, I know you can't blame her. If it were me, I would wish to kill her to relieve the hatred in my heart. If there is no her, you don't have to suffer so much. How difficult."

As he said that, Han Minzheng took out a dark gun from nowhere and handed it to Qing Qiao.

"Qing Qiao, don't accumulate your resentment, kill her, don't worry, you will be fine, I will help you to take the crime of murder. We may not have a chance to have a child, as long as she dies, this child will be us in the future son."

Qing Qiao looked down at the sleeping Song Xiaobao, and for a long time, did not take the gun.

"Qing Qiao, don't you even listen to me?"

Han Minzheng's tone became unkind, and his face was not as gentle as before.

Qingqiao raised her head and looked at Han Minzheng: "I have complained about my cousin, but these things have nothing to do with her, right? You can send her and Xiaobao back. It's enough to have me and you here. There is a child It's just an extra burden."

Han Minzheng reached out and pinched her chin: "Qing Qiao, you are wrong, how can these things have nothing to do with her?"

Qing Qiao froze.

Han Minzheng looked at her tenderly: "If it weren't for her and Song Qiyan, I would have obtained the Song family a long time ago. Maybe our meeting would have been delayed, but it wouldn't have come to this point. Later, she and Song Qiyan cheated on me again." , disrupted my overall plan, originally I would get Jingsheng's shares after the wedding with Jane, and then I would break away from her and marry you..."

"Qing Qiao, you have always known that the only one I love is you, and the only one I really want to marry is you."

Han Minzheng's eyes were a little flushed: "You said, didn't they destroy our happiness? Shouldn't she die?"

"If you mind that matter, you should go to Johnny..." Qing Qiao didn't stop looking at Han Minzheng at first.

Han Minzheng stuffed the gun into her hand, leaned close to her ear and whispered: "I will find Jonny to avenge you, but before that, let's kill Jin Ziqi first. If we don't kill her, how can I deal with Jonny with peace of mind?" Woolen cloth?"

Yu Qingqiao closed her eyes, her hands holding Song Xiaobao were trembling: "I won't kill people, don't force me..."

"Qing Qiao, are you forcing me?" Han Minzheng stroked Qing Qiao's cheek with his cool fingertips: "You know, one person must die in this room today. If you don't kill her, then I should How to do it?"

Han Minzheng pushed the wheelchair in front of Jin Ziqi, forced the gun into Qing Qiao's hand and clenched it tightly.

And he took out another gun, and gently pressed it against the back of Qing Qiao's head.

"Qing Qiao, the pain will pass soon, don't be afraid, if you shoot, everyone will be relieved."

Qing Qiao looked at Jin Ziqi opposite, her breathing was a little unsteady, she was stiff and motionless.

But Han Minzheng sent the gun on the back of her head forward again, causing her to sway.

"Kill her!" His voice finally revealed the harshness.

Qing Qiao looked at Jin Ziqi with a face ashen, raised his gun tremblingly, and aimed at Jin Ziqi's head.

Jin Ziqi looked back at Qing Qiao, feeling chills all over his body.

Song Xiaobao on Qing Qiao's lap seemed to have foreseen the danger of his mother, and his two short legs kicked up and down lightly, with his eyes closed and moaning, whimpering as if he was about to cry.

Jin Ziqi forced himself to breathe steadily, instead of looking at Qing Qiao, he stared at Han Minzheng.

"There are some things I have never thought about. Even if I die, I want to be a ghost."

The gun in Qing Qiao's hand immediately dropped, and her breathing became more and more rapid.

Han Minzheng looked at Jin Ziqi with a smile in his eyes: "What do you want to know?"

Jin Ziqi's heartbeat became faster and faster, but his tone was calm: "Song Zhiren, I want to know if you killed Song Zhiren. Although Minghui said it was her, I don't believe it. If she kills someone, she can't pay back. Handle the matter calmly."

"But if it's really not her, when did you collude? Why is she willing to help you commit this murder? Is it because of her sister's illegitimate daughter?"

Han Minzheng smiled slightly: "Haven't you already figured it out? Why don't you ask me... Do you think this will delay the time? Jin Ziqi, you are too self-righteous, this is not good."

"But seeing you are so eager to learn, I can tell you—yes, that day, after Minghui accidentally injured Song Zhiren, I went to his study room. I wanted to ask him something, but I saw The information on the fax machine. It turns out that he actually asked someone to investigate me, and I don't know where I got caught. He hired many private investigators to investigate my situation in the Han family."

(End of this chapter)