C595 It's Going to Happen at Any Moment
He threw away the vest and felt insulted.
His expression became even more solemn.
He felt that he had truly used his life to block this duel, and in the end, it had turned into a joke.
However, his spear was also aimed at Tang Beiyue's head with all its might, but it did not hit him.
Le Youyou was a little surprised.
The person who lost was actually Gong Mingchuan.
She thought that since Gong Mingchuan could propose a duel in the form of shooting, it must be a sure win, but in the end, it was him who lost. . .
It did not matter if he lost, but he could no longer harass her in the future.
Le Youyou looked at Gong Mingchuan and pursed her lips tightly. She understood that she and him were really going to end completely.
Tang Beiyue wiped the blood on his face that had been drawn by the bullet. His heart was somewhat palpitating.
Just now, Gong Mingchuan's bullet had almost exploded his head.
Did Gong Mingchuan really want him to die that badly?
He glanced at Le Youyou and found that she was looking down with a confused expression. He walked over and held her hand. "Youyou, are you alright?"
"Beiyue. . . " Le Youyou looked at the wound on his face and understood that he had really brushed past Death just now.
"Youyou, I won. I did not lose you. " Tang Beiyue hugged her and planted a kiss on her face. "I also kept my promise to you. I won't leave you. You have to keep your promise and choose me, okay? "
Le Youyou nodded.
"Cheh!" Han Yuvri said, "young master Tang, I think you just cheated. When you guys shot just now, Gong Mingchuan obviously ran away. "
Otherwise, the one who had his head blown up would definitely be Tang Beiyue.
Le Youyou only realized at this moment that something was wrong with Gong Mingchuan.
Because his eyes had been staring at Gong Yingyu, who was not far away.
In Gong Yingyu's hand was a small milk bottle used for babies.
That must be Guo Guo's milk bottle.
Just now, Gong Yingyu actually used the milk bottle at the critical moment to attract Gong Mingchuan's attention, causing him to run away.
But. . . Since he had lost, how could he have so many reasons?
She didn't want him to win in the first place.
In other words, even if Gong Mingchuan won, she wouldn't be with him.
Han Yuvri felt a little unfair. " young master Tang, is Gong Yingyu your helper? Is this fair to Mingchuan? Let's do it again. . . "
"Han Yuvri, do you hate Tang Beiyue?" Le Youyou frowned and looked at Han Yuvri angrily. "Why are you so prejudiced against him? Losing just now is a loss. You can't focus on shooting. Can you blame others?"
"It's not that I am prejudiced against Tang Beiyue, but you are too biased against him. " Han Yuvri waved his hand and the attendant drove his car over. "Anyway, the matter is over. Let's go. "
Le Youyou looked at Gong Mingchuan again.
Gong Mingchuan picked up his phone and picked up the phone. When he heard what was said on the phone, he suddenly sneered and walked towards Gong Yingyu.2
There was not a trace of disappointment on his face when he lost the battle, or the pain of losing her. Instead, he looked as if victory was within his grasp.
Qianxun was originally watching from the side. When she saw her daddy walking towards Gong Yingyu, she immediately ran over and grabbed Gong Mingchuan's hand. "Daddy. . . Uncle is so scary. Yesterday, because I didn't call him daddy, he still wanted to kill me. . . "
Gong Mingchuan held Qianxun's little hand and said, "Qianxun, hold Qianxun's little hand and say, Qianxun, hold Qianxun's little hand. Gong Mingchuan held Qianxun's little hand and said, Qianxun, don't be afraid. . . If you don't want to acknowledge him, then don't acknowledge him. "
Since Qianxun did not acknowledge her biological father, he would not force her.
He also didn't want Qianxun to acknowledge such a man as her father.
When he heard Gong Mingchuan urging his daughter to not acknowledge him, Gong Yingyu's expression became increasingly gloomy.
Gong Mingchuan said, "Big brother. . . You almost killed me just now. You actually took my son's milk bottle and gave it to me. . . "
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