Chapter 622 The Sorrow of a Tool

Wen Jingran didn't know what was in the syringe, but it was definitely not good.

She collapsed on the ground and stepped back step by step.

There was a look of horror on his face, and cold sweat broke out all over his body.

"no, do not want."

"I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

"I beg you, don't do this to me!"

She continued to back away.

A bodyguard caught her and pushed her to the ground.

Mr. Qin walked over slowly, holding the syringe, with a cruel smile on his lips: "Wrong? Where do you think this is? Your sentence is wrong, and you want to wipe everything clean. How can it be so? Something cheap?”

As he watched, the needle approached.

Wen Jingran screamed in fright.

At this moment, someone shouted: "Stop."

Wen Jingran was startled for a moment, then looked up and saw Qin Muli sitting in a wheelchair, rocking the wheelchair and walking towards her.

Wen Jingran seemed to see hope all of a sudden. She broke away from the bodyguard's hand, ran over and held Qin Muli's hand: "Help me, please help me!"

Ever since Qin Muli was injured, the entire Qin family seemed to have a tacit understanding and respected him on the surface, but in their hearts, they had long since abandoned him.

Mr. Qin looked at him with an indifferent expression from beginning to end; "Why are you here?"

"dad."

Qin Muli didn't seem to show any impatience at all, and was still very respectful: "Even if you kill her, Yi Shen's two children will not come back, and she will still be injured."

"What did you say first?" Mr. Qin interrupted him impatiently.

Qin Muli chuckled and said: "The heir of the Qin family, his wife cannot be an ordinary person, and you have already found a candidate. It was because of your uncle before, and the other person's background is indeed good, but now it is different ”

"Instead of killing Wen Jingran, you should do the opposite, make good use of her and let her do things for you."

"Anyway, her life is in your hands, and she will definitely listen to you."

Wen Jingran's eyes widened incredibly.

Mr. Qin glanced at the thoughtful man, swallowed twice carefully, and made up his mind: "Yes, yes, I will definitely do it! Please, give me a chance!"

Mr. Qin's old face wrinkled deeply, and it took him a long time before he calmed down: "Take her down."

Wen Jingran glanced at Qin Muli worriedly before walking away with the two bodyguards.

The people in the room also had a tacit understanding and walked away silently.

There were only two people left in the house, father and son.

Mr. Qin frowned, with a suspicious look on his face: "Is this your sincerity?"

"Of course." Qin Muli smiled sincerely: "Now that I'm like this, I can no longer argue with Qin Muchen. It's better to just help him. Besides, you are my father. You saved my life and shared my worries, so I feel better in the Qin family."

Half true and half false, half true and half false.

Over the years in the Qin family, Qin Muli has already developed his skills.

Mr. Qin frowned: "Don't cause trouble, just stay calm."

"I know." Qin Muli smiled gently.

Since the injury, he has become much gentler.

Qin Muli pushed the wheelchair and walked out slowly. The smile on his lips suddenly turned cold: "You have never considered me as your heir. How could I not know about this!"

He is just a tool.

Qin Muli was pushing the wheelchair and suddenly stopped. Looking at the person walking towards him, his dangerous eyes narrowed slightly.