Xia Mengling held her mobile phone with one hand and left the room with a gun in another hand. How could she think this man and Ning Ziqian? The two people are simply different. Such a bad bad guy is almost bad.
Qian is 100,000 miles.
Xia Mengling turned on the phone while walking, rubbing his painful brow heart hard, and the nerves were highly tight all night, especially when she was just shot against her head, she was blank, but the string was
But she seemed to be about to break away. She stroked her chest. Until now, she was still beating violently. It turned out that death was such a terrible thing for her.
Xia Mengyu leaned against the wall and sat on the floor of the living room, yawning, so she was tossed, she was already tired, but she thought that there was such a person who became a change in the room. She was tight.
The nerves couldn't loosen, and her stomach seemed to be hungry. She felt like she was a little dizzy. This state was strange to sleep.
It is already 3:88 in the morning, and it will be four o'clock immediately. Although it is already September, it has not been autumn. After another one or two hours, the sky should be bright.
The 80 -pass is not connected, there are Ling Zeyu, some Zhang Hui, and Sun Hui, but most of them are Ning Ziqian, with more than fifty pass.
How can Ning Ziqian not be able to get himself all night? How can you just be afraid of it and you shouldn't forget this matter?
Xia Mengfeng glanced at the direction of the room, his hands trembled, and he hit Ning Ziqian.
The calm and self -sustaining on weekdays seems to have never worked on the issue of Xia Mengying. After making a phone call for Ling Zeyu, he really couldn't be quiet in the car and waited for the news.
Once, no one, he also walked along the street he walked last time. He still did not even see the figures of Xia Mengying. He was sitting on the grass of the Citizen Park alone.
Quiet, make his heart inexplicable.
On a quiet night, the mobile phone of the palm of the palm was violently shocked, and the numbness of the numbers came, and the soothing piano song flowed from the fingers, but it couldn't make him calm down at all.
The call number displayed on the screen, the weak eyes suddenly became sober and excited, Xu was because of excitement, and the hands of holding the phone trembled.
"Hey." Ning Ziqian took a deep breath unconsciously, and the elegant voice was as in the past, but the hand that clenched the phone leaked his true emotions at the moment.
Xia Mengyu listened to the voice from Ning Ziqian over the phone. Thinking of the encounter at night, his nose and eyes were all sour together with his heart. Although he couldn't help crying, his eyes were full of water mist.
Even if she had just been with a gun by that bad man, she didn't want to cry so much. She thought she was a strong person, but it seemed that as long as she met Ning Ziqian, she would become a fragile porcelain doll
Then, then, then
"Xia Mengying, is it you?" Ning Ziqian saw that no one responded for a long time and couldn't help anxious.
"Ning Ziqian, I'm sorry." Xia Mengling screamed with grievances, his voice choked, and Ning Ziqian's heart hurt.
At the beginning, he only hoped that Xia Mengliang would call, but her mobile phone kept shutting down for so long. When she was anxious to worry about crazy, he would have to scold her if she called at this time.
A meal thought, but when she heard her voice, she was unable to reluctantly reluctantly.
For Ning Ziqian, at this time, she could hear her voice, nothing better than this.
"I'm okay." Xia Meng sucked his nose, and the voice sounded pitiful.
"Where are you now?"
Ning Ziqian listened to her that she was okay, relieved, and as soon as the phone was connected, he wanted to ask if Xia Mengyu had something to do at night.
What happened, he was hesitating and didn't speak. When he was looking for her at night, he had already made the worst plan and preparation. If she really happened, he would still stay with her as before
As long as she needs, he will always accompany him.
Fortunately, she has nothing to do, and she can not have to experience those painful struggles and suffering.
"I am now at my childhood, the next university town of Xicheng." She didn't remember the specific location and the room number.
"I'm looking for you right away." Ning Ziqian stood up from the ground and ran towards the place where he was parking.
"No, Ning Ziqian, I'm hungry, you can bring me something to eat, it is hot, it is best to replenish blood." Xia Menglng paused, looked at the time, added, "Yes
Chicken soup? I want to drink chicken soup, I sleep for a while, before the sky is not bright, don't come over, when you come, call it- "
Thinking of the group of fierce people who chased Yan Siming, Xia Mengfeng couldn't help but worry about it. When he just wanted Ning Ziqian to come to the police, he suddenly had a pair of long legs. Xia Mengling looked up.
The face in the darkness did not say the words like the police.
"Is something wrong?" Ning Ziqian noticed that something was wrong.
"It's okay, you remember that after the sky is bright, come over again. It's too early. I haven't got up yet. No one opens the door for you. I said that, I hung it first."
Xia Mengyu was afraid that Ning Ziqian noticed what, and before he chased his roots, he hung up the phone.
Xia Mengying looked up at Yan Siming, who was wearing her dad's clothes, couldn't help whispering, and suffered such a serious injury, wouldn't he feel tired? Or he was the same as himself, because there was a stranger around him couldn't be unable to be unable to be a stranger around him.
Sleeping with peace of mind?
"Do you want him to call the police?" Yan Siming said while holding the wall and sitting down beside Xia Mengyu, closer to her, "Do you particularly hate me, want the police to catch me away?"
Xia Mengyu didn't want to care about him, and dared to see the gun in the knee when he turned, and suddenly realized that the man had no bullet guns. For such a seriously injured person, he should have his own skills.
It can be cope. I don't need to endure what he do like just now. As long as he thinks that he is against his head with a gun, Xia Mengling feels angry, and the fire is full.
After all, he was also to protect his life, but later, he actually made such an excessive joke.
"Do you have a victim's delusion?"
Before Xia Meng's words were finished, he stood up from the ground and looked at him annoyedly.
So boring, I just don't want him to meet your fierce enemies. For me, he is a very important and important person. I can't let him hurt, or because of you like you. "
Xia Meng finished speaking, and changed his mouth, "No, I just asked those policemen to catch it. I have never touched your harsh people from childhood. Is it interesting to put the gun on the eyebrows of others?
Moreover, you change so much, who knows if you will hurt my friends! "