It's just that Song Yiren was really ruthless just now, so he just ran a step and almost fell back to the ground because of the pain.

Just when she thought that this time was really going to be finished, suddenly an arm grabbed her, knocked her up horizontally, and quickly fled from the source of the explosion.

The smell of gunsmoke on the tip of the nose is there, but there is a wisp of clear breath that seeps into the sense of smell, so familiar that Song Yiren wants to cry.

She didn't know if it was because her eyes couldn't stand the smoke or because of what, tears kept falling, she tightly wrapped her arms around Gong Lingye's neck, and said to him: "I thought your car exploded......"

It's just that all the sounds were drowned out in the second explosion.

The sight was full of firelight, and the heat wave and impact made Gong Lingye, who was holding Song Yiren, fall down with him.

Just the moment he fell, he rolled quickly and firmly protected Song Yiren in his arms.

Calm is back in the surroundings.

A few seconds later, Song Yicai slowly raised his head from Gong Lingye's arms.

When she saw the fire, she realized that this time she was not as frightened as she was when she saw the fire in the kitchen last time.

Or, because of worry, she even left her fear behind for a while, and her mind was full of palace nights.

Gong Lingye stood up from the ground, first quickly checked that Song Yiren was okay, and then, holding her, strode forward.

At this moment, Song Yi realized that there was a black sedan in front of his sight, which was not easy to detect because the lights were not turned on.

It must have drifted as well, with the car in the middle of the road, just over twenty meters away from the exploding car.

When Gong Lingye carried Song Yiren over, Gong Lingye's subordinates waited by the car door and reached out to help them pull the car door.

Song Yiren raised his eyes and looked at all this in a daze, and his brain suddenly came back to his senses...... It turned out that he had been fine all along.

There was a slight light here, but it was still dim, and when Song Yiren raised his eyes, he could see Gong Lingye's sharp jawline and bulging Adam's apple.

There seemed to be no emotion on his face, but the whole person clearly exuded a thick low pressure.

Song Yiren didn't understand, so when Gong Ling put her in the car, she asked, "How did that car explode just now?"

Gong Lingye didn't speak, and his subordinates in the front row said, "Miss Yu, it was Emperor Shao who shot the other party's fuel tank." ”

Song Yiren restored the scene in his heart, turned his head, and said to the palace in the middle of the night: "Why are you here?"

He rolled his eyes and glanced faintly at her.

His eyes were cold and heavy, and Song Yi's heart was hairy.

And at this moment, the mobile phone in Song Yiren's pocket rang, it was a video call.

The car that Song Ziheng was sitting in was the YR07 of Haisheng Group.

It was also the inspiration of Song Yiren when he had dinner with Chu Mingyao the day before yesterday, without a driver, he could drive directly over with control, and because of the radar, it made no difference whether the driving lights were for whether an unmanned car could see the road ahead.

Therefore, Song Yiren temporarily changed the car responsible for sending Song Ziheng and replaced this one. I just don't know, if Chu Mingyao knew that Song Ziheng was the Song family who left with YR07, I don't know what the expression on his face would be?

After Song Ziheng got his passport, he was immediately taken into the car by Ah Mian's subordinates and went straight to the airport.

When he got in the car, Song Ziheng was still dressed in sportswear at night.

Fair-skinned teenager with a clean face and even well-trimmed nails.

It's just that after getting out of the car, the boy's original short hair turned into a gray hair with a half-covered face, and he was dressed in modern fashion behind him, and even wore a stud earring on his ear.

He was wearing a T-shirt, with beautiful tattoos on his arms, and his whole person exuded a dark literary atmosphere.

Alone, he calmly entered the airport hall.

Not far ahead, there were people in shirts and trousers scattered to search, and even one person passed by him, but he just glanced at him hurriedly and left.

Song Ziheng went to the self-service machine alone, changed the boarding pass, and went directly to the customs and quarantine office.

Soon, after passing through the security check, he arrived at the waiting hall.

Everything seemed to be going so smoothly that it couldn't have gone any better, but only he knew that his back was soaked with sweat, and he couldn't see it at all because of the color of the clothes he was wearing.

From Song's house to the airport, the short distance of more than 20 miles is a hope that he has never dared to dream of in the past three years.

Behind him, the person who sent him over also completed the security check, he walked to Song Ziheng's side, picked up his mobile phone, and made a video call to Song Yiren.

The phone was quickly connected, and it was very dark on Song Yiren's side, but the moment she saw Song Ziheng, she immediately opened her mouth: "Are you safe over there?"

"Yes, Miss Yu, we're at the boarding gate. ”

Song Yiren finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When they arrived at the boarding gate, Chu Mingyao's people didn't dare to do anything there, even if they were really there. What's more, Song Ziheng's identity information is all new, Chu Mingyao can't find it at all, let alone know which flight Song Ziheng took.

It's just that the current occasion is not suitable for her to tell Song Ziheng the truth, so she just said to the man: "You take good care of Ziheng, I'll go over in two days." ”

cut off the call, and Song Yiren found that at this moment, Gong Lingye and Ah Mian's cars were speeding towards the direction of the non-airport.

She was a little puzzled: "Where are we going?"

It was still Gong Lingye's subordinates who replied: "Miss Yu, we can't go to the airport, the goal is too obvious, so now let's go to the dock and take a ship back to China overnight." ”

Speeding all the way, and when their car disappeared into the night, Chu Mingyao received a call from his subordinates: "Sir, we lost it, the boss went to track it alone, and the car exploded, and the boss and the driver died on the spot......"

"Rice bucket!" Chu Mingyao had already arrived at the hotel, and when he heard this, he slammed the cup in his hand to the ground.

After a pause, he asked, "What about the airport?"

"We have sent people to the airport and the train station, but we haven't found the young master yet. We found out that the surveillance around the villa is all broken!" The subordinate said tremblingly: "Will the young master hide in some corner?"

"First there was a widespread power outage, the surveillance was destroyed, and then a lot of people came to pick up the ...... This is obviously planned a long time ago......," Chu Mingyao forced himself to calm down, and after muttering for a moment, he narrowed his eyes: "Send someone to the dock immediately!"

Although the subordinates over there didn't know why Chu Mingyao did this, they still responded: "Okay, sir, what about the airport and the train station?"

"Stay, don't retreat!" Chu Mingyao said.

On the dock wrapped in the dark night, Gong Lingye bent over and hugged the Song Yiren in the car without saying a word.

Ahead, a search steamer was ready to set sail, he held Song Yiren, and together with A Mian and others, he quickly boarded the ship.

Behind him, several subordinates who were responsible for driving the car away waved at Gong Lingye, they were natives of Ningguo, and some had a way to get out.

Not long after everyone left, Chu Mingyao's people drove to the wharf and recorded the numbers of the ships leaving the port one by one.

It's just that they don't know that there is another ship, which is not registered at all.