Meng Shen continued: "The first time I bought a dress, I didn't understand anything, if the size is not suitable, you tell me, I will buy another one." [No pop-ups. 】”

His deep, magnetic voice spread through the air, filling the room.

He was in pain all over, and it took a lot of effort to say every word.

It was Xiao Zi who sneered indifferently.

"Just casually, how can this white dress fit me? Senior Brother Meng give it to other girls, don't waste it. Xiao Zi hung up the phone and showed no mercy.

This kind of white dress is indeed no longer suitable for her.

She's not small, she's not simple.

"Didn't you like white dresses very much?" Meng Shen chuckled.

"The current Xiao Zi is no longer the Xiao Zi of the past, the current Xiao Zi can smoke and drink, can he do it before?" She sneered, "Actually, I prefer Xiao Zi now, and I'm much more comfortable than before." ”

"Little Purple ......"

"Shut up." She gave him a cold look.

Meng Shen: "......"

Meng Shen spoke with strength, the gauze cracked, blood oozed out, and there were large drops of sweat on his forehead.

He frowned in pain, not daring to move again.

But there were blood stains running down his arm, and he looked at Xiao Zi blankly and helplessly.

"Xiao Zi, help me take care of the wound."

"Xiao Zi, call a nurse for me."

"Little Purple ......"

"It's better to be dead."

Xiao Zi didn't pay attention to it, lowered her head and quickly put the tablet back into her bag.

Don't look back, leave.

Meng Shen: "......"

Meng Shen looked resentful, and there was a helpless luster in his gloomy eyes.

……

At one o'clock in the morning, the rain poured down.

It was pitch black everywhere, and I couldn't see my fingers.

Dense raindrops fell from the woods and hit the broad leaves with a "crackling" sound.

The mud was muddy, and the ground was covered with dead leaves and black dirt.

The light of a beam of flashlight shone on the ground, casting a glittering glow through the dark woods.

The wind is cold and the rain is cold, and the water is splashing!

The black-pressed man stood in the rain, searching everywhere for the traces of Fang Ya and Ye Jiaqi.

It was quiet, no one made a sound, and occasionally whispered chattering could be heard.

Qiao Sinian was still wearing the black suit in the afternoon, and the clothes that were not too thick could not stop the cold of the night at all.

However, he didn't feel anything, not even the cold.

The leather shoes were covered in muddy water, and the usually spotless suit pants were also splashed with mud.

There were a few more scratches on the back of his hands and neck, and he was mottled with blood.

In the dark, he was like the King of Shura in the dark night, his face was cold and sank to the extreme.

Ye Jiaqi, I haven't found it yet.

Xiao Zi sent him one suspicious lot after another, and he was looking for them one by one.

"Master Qiao, you go back and rest first, it's good to have us here." A bodyguard said.

Qiao Sinian was silent, how could he leave Ye Jiaqi alone in the dark night.

She was already afraid of the dark.

"Keep looking." He commanded coldly.

"Yes, Master Qiao."

Someone held an umbrella for Josnian, but his hair and clothes were still half wet, wet and cold, sticking to his body.

"Qiqi, come back......" He looked blankly into the dark distance, his gaze blank.

Ye Jiaqi, did you hear it when you came back?

As long as you come back, I promise you everything.

Josnian closed his tired eyes, and there was a weakness and heaviness on his eyelids.

He clenched his fists and couldn't take a step.

After looking for an afternoon, an evening, he still hadn't seen any trace of her.

Rain ran down his forehead. js3v3