Dressed as a clingy gangster

Chapter 580

"Ah."

An Chi didn't know how to respond to An Qian, his voice trembled.

"Being able to die by your side is An Qian's happiest thing."

Don't feel sorry for her.

An Qian looked at An Chi's cheek with her eyes, tears streaming down her face.

Only she understands how withdrawn and rebellious An Chi is, and how soft his heart is hidden.

So be willing.

Willing to die for Master Anchi.

Looking back on the boring life of being forced to be an undercover female slave, looking at those disgusting men with incomparable numbness.

Only An Chi was like the sun, warming her memory.

Her humble life can also leave traces in the young master's heart.

An Qian's hands dropped, the corners of her mouth curled up, and she gradually lost her breath.

When An Chumian and the others chased to the hospital, they saw the young man kneeling sadly, his hair covering his injured eyes, he growled, "Save her, save her quickly..."

The doctor saw An Qian who had no signs of life, and they looked at the deep red wound on her wrist with pity.

At first, I thought the girl committed suicide for love, but after checking it, I found that there was still a bullet wound.

"Who are you?"

The doctors became terrified. They saw that Mo Linchen and his group were not ordinary people.

With red eyes, An Chi grabbed the doctor's clothes, "Can you save her?"

"No, this girl has no signs of life..."

The doctor held back his fear, looked at the boy in front of him and said.

An Chi let go of his hand, and he looked at An Qian who was lying quietly in a daze. He might not have any feelings for her.

However, after being together for so long, An Qian's existence has more or less weight.

An Qian's death was inseparable from him.

An Chi stood there in a daze, looking very lonely and arrogant.

An Chumian was heartbroken, and lightly stepped forward to pat An Chi.

She comforted, "No one would have thought of such a thing..."

"Sister, did I kill her?"

An Chi's eyes showed confusion, and his expression was blank, as if he had received a serious blow.

An Chumian gently brushed away the silly brother's hair, put her palm on his cheek, looked at his thin face, and smiled distressedly, "I don't blame you for everything, An Qian didn't die from a gunshot wound."

"But, if it wasn't for me... An Qian wouldn't have betrayed either."

An Chi couldn't convince himself.

He could only hug his most dependent sister, his only tie in this world.

An Chi's fragile tears fell down, he didn't want to cry, because it was his sister's accident since the last time he cried!
But I can't control it, I can't control the sadness of death.

A girl he named after died at the most beautiful age.

All his life he could hardly forgive himself.

An Chi hugged An Chumian tightly, and she also comforted him...

When Mo Linchen coughed lightly, An Chumian looked up.

Seeing that Mo Linchen put away his inexplicable expression, he grabbed An Chi's shoulder seriously.

Take the place of An Chumian's consolation task with my own actions.

"Little guy, you can't come back from the dead, so don't shed any tears."

In the arms of his sister who was forced to leave, An Chi looked at his expressionless brother-in-law, Mo Linchen.

Mo Linchen raised his hand and patted An Chi's shoulder abruptly, "Be strong!"

His arm was so sore that he could barely lift it.

Closed in the prismatic tissue, the thin An Chi obviously felt that he needed to train his muscles again.

Being patted by Mo Linchen with such a smile, he was too stiff to show the pain.

"I can help you arrange the most beautiful funeral for this friend."

Mo Linchen's tone was a little more gentle.

An Chi's face was stunned, the most beautiful funeral?
The kind where dozens of people sing and dance while blowing the suona?

(End of this chapter)