Very good!

As soon as she disposed of the car, all the problems were no longer a problem.

Thinking of this, Xu Pei laughed coldly.

Lu Hao, you scumbag, you deserve to die, I'm doing the right thing for heaven.

……

……

It's getting dark.

On the sidewalk by the river, Leng Zimo was still moving forward along the river.

Every time he met someone, he would rush over, grab the other person, and show the photo in his hand to ask.

"Have you ever seen this girl, black t-shirt, white jeans......"

No one recognized him as Leng Zimo, his suit was covered in muddy water, there were chaotic blood stains on his trouser legs, his face was haggard, and his hair was unkempt...... Now Leng Zimo looks extremely decadent and embarrassed.

Seeing him, many people avoided him from afar, and only regarded him as a madman.

Again and again, from noon until dusk.

His throat was already dry, his lips had become a layer of dry skin, he had not eaten a mouthful of food or drunk a sip of water since he left the cemetery yesterday, and his body was almost at its limit.

His legs were already heavy as lead, and every step he took had to pay almost all his liliang.

His body shook, and he almost collapsed, but he still insisted on standing up straight.

"Xiaoqian, I know you're fine, you must be waiting for me to come to you, don't be afraid, I'll come ......" muttered in a low voice, his eyes caught a blurred figure not far in front of him, he walked over to the other party again, "Excuse me, ask, have you ever seen this girl......"

He raised his right hand, his head was dizzy, the photo in his hand fell to the ground, he subconsciously rushed over to grab the photo, his extremely tired body finally couldn't hold on, and threw himself headlong to the ground.

The figure in front of him did not flee like the others, but rushed forward and stretched out two large hands to support his fallen body.

Feeling his son's tall and heavy body, he straightened him with his arms, hugging this son who had already grown taller than himself and had not hugged him for many years, Leng Lin's eyes were full of depth and concern, and he patted Leng Zimo's back comfortingly, and he raised his voice.

"Xiaoyanagi, come and help me!"

"It's coming!"

The guards not far away hurriedly ran over, and with the help of Leng Lin, they carried Leng Zimo to their shoulders and walked towards the car not far away.

The two of them placed Leng Zimo in the back seat together, and the guard Xiaoliu asked in a low voice, "Are you going to the hospital?" ”

Leng Lin glanced at his son on the side, "Go home." ”

When Xiaoliu started the car, Leng Lin made two calls on his mobile phone, one to Shen Yizhou and the other to Leng Zirui.

By the time the two returned to the Leng family's mansion, Shen Yizhou and Leng Zirui had already come out of the door, carried Leng Zimo upstairs together, and placed him on the bed that originally belonged to him.

"Did your people send out?"

Leng Lin stood aside and asked.

"Don't worry, they're all sent out." Leng Zirui glanced at his father, "You, can you call me earlier for this kind of thing in the future, can you do it with those wine bags and rice bags?" ”

"Zirui, don't say a word!" Shen Yizhou withdrew his right hand that helped Leng Zimo check, "Uncle Leng, don't worry, Zimo is nothing serious, it's just prostration caused by rain and dehydration, just infusion of some liquid to reduce the fever." ”