The people behind him immediately moved away from their guns and lights.

The man's face showed clues, a handsome face carved like a knife and an axe, a short inch of hair, and a set of field combat clothes on his body.

"Are you Luo Xiaoqian?!"

The man asked gently, then tentatively reached out his palm to her.

"Don't come here!"

Looking at his outstretched palm, Luo Xiaoqian screamed violently, and waved the wine bottle over with both hands.

The man dodged neatly, Luo Xiaoqian missed the blow, and immediately retracted his hand back to his chest, and his whole body was tense.

The tall man frowned, stood up, and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Before he could get through the phone, there was already a heavy engine sound outside.

With flashing headlights, a royal blue Bugatti van, almost as dark as night, crashed over the guardrail like a wild horse and rushed into the yard, screaming and stopping on the sand.

The headlights didn't come, and a man had already rushed out of the car and rushed into the tail building in the heavy rain.

"Who?"

The men came forward in unison, guns raised.

The snowy light reflected the man's upside-down face, which was Leng Zimo.

"Get out of here!"

In the face of the countless lights and muzzles, he just shouted two words, and rushed forward without stopping, pushing away the soldiers who stopped him.

"Let him in!"

The tall man gave an order from inside the door, and the men who were about to strike stopped their movements.

Leng Zimo rushed into the room, his gaze swept over the tall man, and then froze on Luo Xiaoqian in front of the column.

Her whole body was curled into a ball, her long hair was wet and hanging down in front of her face, a pair of eyes were full of horror between the hair, the white dress on her body contrasted sharply with her black hair, her hands were tightly holding a half-half beer bottle, and her white palms were full of muddy water.

In a dimly lit room, she seemed so lonely, so weak.

Leng Zimo's heart is broken!

"Xiaoqian, I'm sorry!"

Rushing forward, he stretched out his arms to hug her.

"Don't come here!"

Luo Xiaoqian roared, instinctively waved the beer bottle in his hand, Leng Zimo didn't have time to dodge, the beer bottle pierced his suit and shirt, and went straight into his arm.

"Don't be afraid, it's me!" He didn't care about the pain in his hands, and stretched out his arms to hug her wet and cold body into his arms, "It's me, I'm Leng Zimo, I'm here to save you!" ”

Leng Zimo?

He's Leng Zimo?!

Luo Xiaoqian stopped struggling and raised her face from his arms, "Are you Leng Zimo?" ”

Raising her uninjured hand to help her straighten her messy hair, Leng Zimo smiled softly, "Take a closer look, I didn't lie to you, I'm Leng Zimo!" ”

Luo Xiaoqian's hand on the beer bottle finally slowly let go and threw herself into his arms, she grabbed his shirt tightly.

"Take me away, take me away, Leng Zimo, take me away, I don't want to ...... here"

"Good!" He hugged her and patted her on the back comfortingly, "I'll take you away right away, let's go home, go home!" ”

Blood was already spilling from the wound on his arm, but he didn't seem to realize it, just picked her up sideways, and caged her in his arms in a suit like a baby.

"Where's the man?"

His voice was very low, as if he was startling Luo Xiaoqian, who was still frightened in his arms, but the anger in his voice emanated from every word.

"Opposite!" The tall man raised his chin to the room opposite.

Leng Zimo walked straight to the other party's room.