"Boss, Song Jiao has been rescued and has been sent to our safe house. ”

The voice of his subordinates came from the earphones, Fang Xiyuan said a faint "um", his eyes, which had always been as warm as jade, were cold, cold, and full of depressed coldness.

For a moment, he slowly raised his hand and lightly touched the medical tape attached to the bridge of his nose.

Scold!

The man...... has always been cold, domineering, and ruthless!

And in the future, the bridge of his nose that was broken by Yan Weihan's punch will become his eternal shame, and he will never die!

In the safe house, Song Jiao, who had just been rescued, was covered with wounds.

Her body is about to be ruined, but her spirit is strong and amazing!

"Master, I can't swallow this breath. ”

Black and white, but extremely depressing safe house, Song Jiao wrapped a thick gauze around her right wrist, and said in a hoarse voice.

She was like a Luo Sha who had just crawled out of hell through the sea of swords and fires, her eyes were gloomy and dark, and her heart was full of blood-devouring killing!

That woman must die!

She's going to kill that traitor!

roaring in her heart, Song Jiao gritted her teeth and got out of bed, but because she accidentally got the injury on her body, she snorted again and fell to the ground.

The severe pain entered the brain, and Song Jiao was covered in cold sweat.

This time I missed...... G is really going to ruin her.

"At this point, you'll never be able to compare to her!"

The long-standing man hooked his lips coldly, not only did not comfort her, but also said in warning.

"Song Jiao! You should know that you will not be her opponent from beginning to end...... So, you're not allowed to meddle in anything about Fire Rose in the future, understand?"

"If I find out, you dare to disobey the yin and the yang...... You know the consequences!"

The cigarette butt fell in front of him, Fang Xiyuan raised his foot, and slowly extinguished it.

It's like an ant that's squeezed under his feet.

In the past, and now...... She is the only woman he wants.

"As for Yan Weihan's side...... I've got my own plans. ”

Fang Xiyuan lowered his eyes, and looked at Song Jiao, who was full of unwillingness.

Thinking of this woman, who had been accompanying her from birth to death from beginning to end, Fang Xiyuan's attitude finally softened: "Song Jiao, your hand is already useless, you don't have to think about it anymore when you go on a mission in the future, stay in the headquarters and do some clerical work!"

This is the best care he can take care of her.

After Fang Xiyuan finished speaking, he turned around and walked out.

Song Jiao looked at it blankly, and her face changed instantly...... From shock to despair, then to cruelty, to helplessness, and finally to hysteria, no reluctance!

"No, I'm not a waste, I'm not a waste!"

She growled, her right hand was useless, and her left hand was ...... She never wants to be abandoned by her boss like this, and she is never willing, she will never be able to compare to that damn woman!

"None of it, none of it ......"

Song Jiao gritted her teeth and shouted, her eyes were blood-red, and she was almost crazy.

At the seaside pier that night, she was shot by Ren Fei and broke her wrist.

……

Organization G, Headquarters.

Mu Siru was exchanging information with Ren Fei: "Song Jiao has been rescued...... But I injected a tracker into her, so I could monitor her at any time if there was no accident. ”

Spread out on the couch in TGD's office like a dead dog, the whole person was furious: "It's useful to save that woman! The mouth is as hard as a stone, and I can't pry out a word......

After a pause, he howled again: "What did you say our leader thought at the time? Obviously, we were going to take that Fang Xiyuan away and kill him, but we just let him go again, is this going to play some kind of game to catch and release Cao?"

Mu Siru lowered his eyes.

Her beautiful appearance has the peace of the quiet years.

But her profession is destined for her life, and she will never be peaceful.

"One non-......"

After a long time, she asked in a very soft and low voice, "Mingge...... Does he have any news?"

At the seaside dock that night, not only Song Jiao's right hand was seriously injured and became a waste.

They also lost Mingge.

And the only one that escaped unscathed was the Angel Organization.

Either one.

The stall like a dead dog suddenly sat up straight.

The original wail was stuck in his throat, but he couldn't howl out.

What could he do?

Ming Ge, you can't see people in life, and you can't see corpses in death.

Sighing slightly, his voice deep: "...... Siru, believe in Mingge, believe in him. He'll definitely be back. ”