Gu Chuyan listened, slightly surprised.

"But when I traced it, I found that the bachelor was dead, Gu Miaoting was missing, and her whereabouts are now unknown. The man said.

"Okay, this time is hard for you, rest early. Gu Chuyan said, and hung up the phone on the other end.

Gu Miaoting is still ghostly, tonight's incident, it seems that some people are red-eyed, and they are not used to her. But in fact, it may be related to Gu Miaoting.

"Does she also know that my blood has a special function?" Gu Chuyan raised her wrist and looked at her fingertips for a long time, but she couldn't figure it out, how could Gu Miaoting's friend know so much.

Could it be that someone other than Gu Miaoting is also related to this person?

The more she thought about it, the more complicated it became, Gu Chuyan went to wash her face, turned around and climbed into bed, but she couldn't fall asleep on the bed, until Xiao Mohan climbed into bed, she leaned on his arms, and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

At night, a figure ran back from outside in embarrassment.

Got into a house, stole money and clothes, and left quickly.

When night falls, the lights come on.

"The night moon is beautiful tonight, I heard that there are meteor showers, and summer meteors are rare in a hundred years. Zhuo Song said in a low voice, pushing the wheelchair and watching Yao Rong sit there, his eyes closed.

Zhuo Song's hand pushing the wheelchair tightly, his arm crossed the wheelchair, put his arm around her shoulder, his face pressed against hers, and said, "Yao Rong, don't worry. If you're too tired and want to sleep more, I'll be with you. ”

The man's big palm grabbed her little hand and rubbed it gently, as if he was afraid of hurting her.

"Young Master. At this time, a car passed by and the bodyguard got out of the car.

Zhuo Song heard the voice and got up to look at the bodyguard.

"The old man said to Miss Yao. The bodyguard said, opening the trunk.

Hearing that it was for Yao Rong, Zhuo Song turned around, took a step forward, took the box, and wanted to open it.

A car on the opposite side, rushing like a rocket.

When Zhuo Song felt it, he wanted to rush forward, but unfortunately it was too late, the car rushed over, knocked Yao Rong into the air, and the wheelchair flew up and fell to the ground, falling apart.

"Yao Rong. Zhuo Song shouted hard, and the box fell in his hand.

The bodyguard was also stunned, time seemed to freeze at this moment, Zhuo Song rushed forward like crazy, wanting to catch Yao Rong, but unfortunately her body fell a few meters away.

With a "bang", Yao Rong's body rolled heavily on the grass.

"Squeak. The driver was frightened, braked sharply, looked at the woman who was hit by him, his legs were weak and he was forced out of the car by the bodyguards who opened the car door and forcibly dragged him out of the car.

"No... Quick, call an ambulance. The truck driver was terrified and stammered.

Zhuo Song rushed forward and saw Yao Rong being knocked and falling to the ground, with multiple abrasions and bleeding on his body, he rushed forward in a panic and hugged her.

"Yao Rong, I....how can this be? It's all damn me, I shouldn't have left you half a step, don't be afraid, let's not be afraid!" Zhuo Song's face twitched, his eyes were a little dull, and he reached out to hold Yao Rong in his arms, as if he was holding his favorite child.

When he picked her up, he felt his hands sticky, blood dripping from his fingers.

"Ask the water. Zhuo Song was like the wind on the soles of his feet, holding Yao Rong, and ran forward in a panic.

Maybe it was too anxious, Zhuo Song ran a few steps and fell heavily to the ground, he hugged Yao Rong tightly, his body hit the sharp stone, and his arm was scratched.

"Young Master. Seeing this, the bodyguard wanted to step forward.

Zhuo Song hugged Yao Rong, ran towards Wen'an Pavilion, kicked open the door and yelled: "Ask for water, ask for water." ”

The housekeeper walked out in a nightgown and a water glass, took out reading glasses and wore them, looked at the stride forward, and whispered, "Zhuo Shao, what's going on?"

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