"No." He reached out and put his hand on her waist, pulled her into his arms, and added in a silence, "I guessed..."
He would not monitor her privacy, but it was not difficult to speculate that she was going to see Nike from the reactions she had before she left!
When he learned that Wei Zhe was missing and knew that she was in trouble, he was so impulsive that he wanted to run to Hangzhou, snatch her back and scold her again and again. Why don’t he tell him about dangerous people like Nike? But it really
When he saw her, he was reluctant to scold anything.
So he vented all his anger on Nike and pulled out his gun and killed him directly!
As for the problem of killing Nike, he will never find the antidote... he really doesn't want to consider it at all!
"Yeah." Shu Shuang replied lightly, without showing too much, but just obediently snuggled her head in his arms, holding his clothes with her little hands, looking for a long-lost sense of security. After a long time, she
He spoke slowly, "Li Beichen, something happened to Gu Ning..."
Gu Ning's death, she knew what she could not do, and told Li Beichen that she could not resurrect Gu Ning, but she needed a partner to express her grievances...
Li Beichen did not answer, but just hugged her silently, stroked her big palm gently on her back, comforting her in this silent way, and sighed for a while: "...I understand."
When he brought down Nike's subordinates, he learned about the matter.
He could only express regret for Gu Ning's incident.
Shu Shuang didn't continue to say much, and she understood what she wanted to say, so she let herself grab his clothes, buried her face in his arms, choked up and let tears wet the white collar of his shirt...
…
"Why are you so hot?" He endured it indifferently, but his long pressing finally made him realize something was wrong. Li Beichen frowned and let go of her, "What's wrong?"
While asking, he stretched out the big palm that was originally wrapped around her waist and put it on her forehead. Only then did he realize that she had a fever!
A faint annoyance flashed in his heart, and he didn't notice it early!
"I'll take you to the hospital." He spoke, and decided without any doubt, then looked up from the rearview mirror and signaled him to turn to the hospital with his eyes.
"No!" Her little hand suddenly grabbed his clothes, her little face full of determination, "I have taken the medicine. Let's... leave here! Is it okay to leave this place?"
She hates here, hates everything that happens here!
Gu Ning died in this city, and Nike also appeared in this city... Everything is worth her escape from, and she never wants to stay in this place without warmth. He has come, and she wants to go home with him.
When Li Beichen left here with Shu Shuang, the story about Hangzhou was not over yet-
The place to enjoy the lotus pods is brightly lit at this moment. Several men wearing black oil cloth wade down and soon took out a man with a wet and pale face... He was tripped by the stems and leaves of the lotus without sinking.
After going down, he saved his life.
"That's it!" Ace, who was sitting on the stone and eating melon seeds, curled up, and stood up suddenly, and ordered his subordinates, "Come on the car as soon as possible, hurry up!"
The subordinate moved quickly and immediately ran over on a stretcher. Ace stretched out his fingers and touched him, and then sighed with confidence: "Take him away, I can save him."
As a descendant of a mercenary, she is more than enough to be a doctor for emergency response! As long as Nike has a pulse, she can completely deal with the gunshot wound on his chest! Who hasn't had any experience of getting bullets in the road?
The subordinate hurriedly carried the person into the car, and Ace followed behind and was about to step forward, but a strong searchlight shone over—
"Who is there!" The patrol police in the lakeside shouted at them with a loudspeaker, and the patrol car quickly approached them, "Don't move, open the car door and accept the inspection!" They had just heard of this area
There was a strange noise, but when he rushed over, no one saw it!
Now that we have finally "both stolen", how can we let go?
Ace rolled his eyes powerlessly: In this country, you will always encounter such nosy executives!
No matter how annoying she was, on the surface, she obediently raised her hands, waiting for the patrol car to approach, and watched the two men in the car get out of the car and walk towards her in this direction-
"What are you doing here at night?" The patrolman had a bad attitude and pointed at her, "Why are you doing while standing there? Take out your ID card?" While speaking, he looked into the car with routine inspection.
When I saw Nike who was soaked and her chest was covered in blood, I couldn't help but be stunned...
This...a big case!
Has he encountered a major issue that the detective should solve?
He suddenly felt nervous, but on the surface he still looked at Ace calmly, but saw a cheerful and natural smile on the corner of her lips, and he jumped forward and asked him: "Police,
Brother Cha, what kind of blood type are you from?”
Is this the problem?
The two patrol officers were completely confused.
"O-shaped..." The young man replied slowly, and suddenly reacted halfway through his speech, immediately sternly, "Don't talk about such nonsense to me, take out his ID card! The person in the car is again
who?"
"Wounded." Ace shrugged his shoulders and answered for granted. She turned her head and looked into the car, sighing slowly, "Look at him, he has already shed so much blood. Oh, I can only trouble you this o
Help.”
With apologized smile, she suddenly winked at the subordinate standing beside her before the other party could recover. The other party immediately understood, and the two of them instantly subdued the young patrol policeman.
As for the older one—
"What kind of blood type are you?" Ace asked as usual, shook his head again, "Forget it, your partner's blood should be enough, and it's useless if you are o..."
The man was cold behind him, and the woman in front of him was startled and sweated coldly: What does it mean... forget it?
Reflectively, he took out his police gun to protect himself!