A Different Husband Every Day

"Are you afraid?" Rong Fan touched his head, smiling lovingly.

Rong Shu shook his head, which meant his father: "Not afraid."

He is not afraid if he has his father.

Rong Fan’s smile deepened. At this time, two bullets came towards them. He pressed Rong Shu into his arms. His gentle eyes were sharp and sharp. He shot the place where the shot came, and immediately held him with one hand. Qi Rongshu walked along the smooth wall.

The Sun family hasn't been sold in recent years, and Rong Fan kept it here to wait for Sun Zhuo for the sake of playing a ghost. Rong Fan knew all about the secret paths below, and even made some hands and feet.

Originally, the plan he specified was not this way, but Sun Zhuo pushed him and Rong Shu in this direction.

He hadn't guessed Sun Zhuo's purpose yet. Sun Zhuo ignored the death and injury, and even knew that his father had died long ago. He even wanted to die with Rong Fan and his son.

Soon he and Rong Shu were forced to a dead end, but the gunfire behind them got closer and closer, and Sun Zhuo's voice was getting closer and closer: "Rong Shao, you think you can choose my old house. Escape?"

Rong Fan listened to the sound. When Sun Zhuo's footsteps were about to turn from the corner, he hit the wall behind him. The floor under his feet sank like an elevator. Sun Zhuo turned around and saw Rong. Fan only had his forehead on it, and his face was instantly hideous. He raised his hand with a shot, but it hit the wall. When he ran over with the gun, Rong Fan and Rong Shu were no longer there.

He jumped straight down regardless of his leg injury, only to find that it was a secret road. An exit of the secret road was facing the long-destroyed thousand-square-meter garden outside the Sun family.

When he chases it out, where are the figures of Rong Fan and his son?

The surrounding weeds are taller than people, very luxuriant, blocking the view, but Sun Zhuo is sure that Rong Fan and his son are hiding here, his face is cold, his eyes are scanning, and soon a gust of wind blows, and there is a touch of blood. gas.

Following the **** aura, he can only roughly know which direction it is, but he can't locate it. He moved vigilantly in the direction of the breath.

There was a rustling sound coming from his body through the tall weeds. Rong Fan closed his eyes and his gun hand trembled slightly. He held his breath as he heard the sound coming closer.

Just when Sun Zhuo was less than five steps away from Rong Fan, there was a sudden noise from behind Sun Zhuo. He turned his head back and saw Rong Shu's small body running forward. He raised his gun and aimed at Rong Shu.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, Rong Shu immediately rushed to the ground, but Sun Zhuo froze in place, bleeding from the position of his chest and heart.

Enduring the severe pain and the blackness in front of his eyes, he turned his head with difficulty, and saw Rong Fan standing behind him holding his gun. Before he could utter a word, he fell to the ground.

Rong Fan didn’t have time to pay attention to him. He ran over to Rong Shu and saw his small body undulating on the ground. Rong Fan took a breath before spitting it out. Return to place.

Lifting a soft step, he yanked his son up, his expression was cold: "Let's not take this as an example."

He was really frightened just now. He hid Rong Shu aside, knowing that he couldn't hide the **** smell on his body and didn't want the child to take risks. As a result, this little guy had a big idea and he took the initiative to make a sound to lead him away. Sun Zhuo.

God knows that if he reacts a step slower, or didn't expect Rong Shu to do this, the consequences would be disastrous...