"Bang——!"
Shards of glass exploded in my ears, and warm liquid trickled down my neck.
I was stunned for a moment and looked down to see blood red on my chest. The bullet passed through the third rib on the left side, and blood poured out like free tap water.
At the window of the office building opposite, a sniper was closing his gun.
Damn, it's not even that outrageous in a movie.
I fell on the ground full of glass shards and wanted to shout for help, but all I spat out was blood. Jiang Shutong just came out of the conference room, and his face turned pale when he saw me.
"Shen Yan!"
She rushed over and held my wound, her hands shaking violently, and tears falling on my face.
To be honest, after three years of marriage, this is the first time I have seen her cry.
Jiang Shutong, a woman with a mouth of 37 degrees Celsius, can speak words of minus 20 degrees Celsius. When we first got engaged, her mother said in front of a bunch of relatives that I was a beggar who knocked on the door. She stood aside without saying a word. Afterwards, she said to me - "I'm sorry, that's how their family is."
Look, how calm.
But now she was panicking. She hurriedly took out her mobile phone and called the emergency number, her voice trembling: "Hello? My husband was shot. The third floor of Star City Building..."
I lay in her arms, feeling my consciousness sinking into the darkness little by little.
It hurts. It really hurts.
But the strange thing is that I don't panic at all.
