Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

The people in front of Su Shicheng fell one by one, and the document in his hand was also swept through, and the shredded paper exploded, spreading around him...

There is also a blood hole in his Hungarian mouth!

The mouth of the teeth is full of blood, and he looks at the door grimly...

They want to rescue Qin Anlan? Dreaming?

Don't let him wish, then everyone will die together!

Su Shicheng opened his **** teeth and smiled grimly, his voice frantic: "Qin Anlan...Even so, after all, my daughter got KING entertainment!"

So in the end, he won.

Qin Anlan's voice was very weak, "My son, whose surname is Qin."

Su Shicheng's facial muscles trembled, and then he smiled weirdly...

Press the button in your hand, no matter what the last name, let's die together!

Qin Pei, we will fight again in the next life.

Hong Ke, I came down with him, did you choose this useless man so stupidly?

With that press down, the entire villa exploded and the flames skyrocketed.

Su Shicheng blew himself into a hair as he wished, and disappeared in smoke, just like the paper in his hand, suddenly plunged into a sea of ​​flames.

Everything disappeared.

Including his ambition.

And just as the fragments flew and cracked, in the wooden prison, the lying half of the body pressed his son firmly under the body...

Qin Pei's body, like Su Shicheng's body, was blown out of shape, with fleshy skin!

However, he had to hug his son.

After so many years, he regretted it, he wanted to go home, but he was afraid.

Wouldn't you forgive him... he mistaken Hong Ke for making An Lan so young without a father, his sins.

He gasped for the last breath, just wanting to see his wife and children.

Hong Ke, made him heartache.

Her death made him worse than death.

He had no reason to live long ago, but he lived greedily, even if he had no legs, even if he could not speak.

He remembers that he has a son!

He wants to see him and confess to him...

An Lan, it was not the way he left.

He looks so good, and he has a deep affection, just like his mother.

An Lan, it's great, he looks like a man should be, not like him as a bastard.

He finally waited for this day, but he didn't expect that the only thing he could do was to protect him with his body.

After so many years, he finally can hug him.

Hug his own son.

An Lan... An Lan... If you can live, can you, forgive dad!

Even if I am not worthy of forgiveness, can I forgive me?

You forgive Dad. Only if you survived, Dad has the face to see your mother, the face to atone for her, and the face to take care of her... But he is worried that he is like this and An Lan's mother will hate him. !

Flesh and **** fingers trembled and stroked Qin Anlan's face, hugging him tightly.

Son, don't move!

do not move!

Dad is here to protect you, don't move... There is a ray of hope, you have to hold on.

You have three children, and Liang Qiu is waiting for you.

She is very good, loves you very much, just like your mother loved me.

An Lan, live well... live well.

Qin Pei's life is over.

His last posture was always holding the son in his arms tightly. His body was burned by the fire and burnt to charcoal... But he was stuck on the ground as if he was frozen, without moving...