"I didn't. I will definitely tell him not to go out and talk nonsense."

"You can manage yourself, but you can't manage him. Since you're trying to stop me, let's die together."

As he spoke, he swung the steel bar towards Debbie.

Looking at Debbie, who was willing to die for him, Kou Zijun was moved again. Okay, he forgave her.

Debbie saw that she was about to die here, and her strong desire to survive prompted her to speak. What glory and wealth are there? If you are dead, what can you enjoy?

The most important thing is to save your own life first.

"No! Just kill him. I won't stop you anymore."

At worst, she could return to the arms of her financial sponsor, and then find a way to seduce another rich second-generation man.

The world is so big, and it’s hard to find an eight-legged toad, so how can it be hard to find a three-legged man?

The slight feeling of gratitude that Kou Zijun had just felt vanished in an instant. He really couldn't have any hope in a woman who had deceived him again and again.

"Die, it's better to die."

As long as he dies, his love brain will die with him.

The gangster snorted coldly, walked quickly towards Kou Zijun, and then swung the steel bar in his hand down suddenly.

Kou Zijun never thought that he would be killed by a headshot.

He closed his eyes, waiting for death, but found that the pain he imagined had not come yet, so he opened his eyes.

I don't know when Lao Song appeared behind him, also holding a steel bar, and directly confronted the gangster.

At this moment, in Kou Zijun's eyes, Old Song was like a god descending from heaven.