All the people''s eyes looked towards the door. When an Yan saw he Junshen, he hooked his lips, and his smile was bitter.


    Shi huishu is his mother. How can he watch her kill his mother?


    Anyan''s eyes were full of loss and depression. She looked down at the gun that fell on the ground, and her tears fell down


    "Junshen, you are back." Han Meiluo cried out to he Junshen. It seemed that he had taken a reassuring pill. The situation just now was hard to control. Fortunately, at the critical moment, he came back!


    "Sister in law, take grandma back to rest first." He Junshen''s tone was very calm, as if nothing had happened, which was unexpected.


    "Yes, Hector." Zhu''s sister-in-law immediately helped Han Meiluo out of the room.


    Han Meiluo looked at the scene in front of her and looked at he Junshen. She just said, "your father has gone. Although she doesn''t deserve to be forgiven, she is also your mother. Junshen, you should deal with this matter well."


    He Junshen just nodded slightly and said nothing more.


    "Grandma, it was really scary just now. Mu Anyan is crazy. She really wants to shoot!" Shi Xin only stretched out his hand and patted his chest, and said with lingering fear.


    Then, he Junshen''s voice sounded again: "Wu Yang, miscellaneous people, clear out directly."


    "Yes." Wu Yang nodded and moved his eyes to Shi Xinwei. He said impolitely, "Miss Shi, please."


    Shi Xinwei''s face was blue and red, and her expression was very ugly. But now, she didn''t dare to say Anyan was wrong, so she nodded and left with Han Meiluo and Zhu Sao.


    When they leave, Wu Yang and a Biao also exit the room wisely. After the door is closed, they stay at the door and stand by at any time.


    Indoor, into a silence, such silence is palpitating, frightening.


    "Where''s the cookie?" Anyan takes the lead in making a sound, breaking the silence at this moment.


    "In the room, sleeping well."


    "Yes? That''s good. " Anyan smiles, looks at the gun on the ground, laughs at himself, then kicks away the gun gently, and steps towards the outside of the room.


    But just after she had taken two steps, his broad and warm hand held her slender wrist.


    "Anything else?" Anyan did not look up, always drooping small head, she did not want him to see his tears, she tried to hide his cowardice, strong voice.


    "How much do you hate my mother?" He Jun asked her deeply.


    Anyan chuckled and tried to restrain the tears in her eyes. She said in a voice, "you just saw it. I want to shoot her. You should know how much I hate her."


    "But she''s my mother."


    That''s the saddest thing.


    "Yes, so you just shot down the gun in my hand. You saved her." Her tone was so understated, but her heart was heavy.


    "I''ll take care of her."


    "Well." She answered faintly, and then tried to get rid of his grip, "you can loosen up, I''m going to see the little sweet cake."


    "In your heart, daughter is the most important." His tone is so affirmative, this is not a question sentence, but an affirmative sentence.


    "Yes, she''s more important than my life."