Luo Zelan raised his eyes and glanced at them, his eyes were as cold as ever.

However, the moment he retracted his gaze, the mobile phone resting on the table suddenly vibrated violently.

He reached out and took it, pressed answer, and his voice was cold: "What's the matter?" ”

I don't know what the person on the other end of the phone said, the man stood up suddenly, his voice tense, as if suppressing the wind and rain that was about to come: "What did you say!" ”

Ruan Qiu glanced at her son, it was rare to see him show such obvious emotions, she said in surprise: "What's wrong?" Pretty calling? ”

Luo Zelan didn't say much, an iceberg face was cold to the extreme, he picked up the blazer that was resting aside, and strode out of the door with long legs.

……

On the tarmac, the propeller of the helicopter spun out a huge wind, Shen Jikong came out of the car with Luo Qiao in his arms, the woman's hair was blown up, and her face was small and fair.

The doctor who received the notice was already waiting on the plane, waiting for the man to come over and immediately examine Luo Qiao.

The subordinates looked at the redness and swelling on Luo Qiao's forehead, and couldn't help but say to Shen Jikong: "Master, if you treat Miss Luo like this, she will definitely be angry when she wakes up." ”

Shen Jikong glanced at the woman who was unconscious with her eyes closed, and sneered coldly: "If you don't faint, will she go with me?" ”

The men immediately shut up.

After the doctor's examination, he said, "It's nothing, it's just a blow to the head, and I'll wake up soon." ”

He treated the wound on Luo Qiao's forehead, Shen Jikong sat on the side, looked at her for a few seconds, and gently held Luo Qiao's hand.

At this time, one of his subordinates got into the helicopter and whispered, "Master, we should go." ”

"How's it going over there?" Shen Jikong looked at Luo Qiao and said indifferently: "Is he dead?" ”

"The specific situation is not clear, and the people of Ming Siran blocked the news."

Shen Jikong said meaninglessly: "You say, if I take this opportunity to get rid of Ming Siran completely, what will happen to her?" ”

His subordinates were stunned and dissuaded: "Miss Na Luo may fight with you." Master, we can't stay here for long, and if we stay any longer, Miss Luo may not be able to take it with us. ”

Ming Siran Luo Zelan, no one is so easy to deal with, let alone Miss Luo's difficult friends, a large part of the reason why they succeeded so quickly this time is that those people are defenseless, and it is difficult to say if it is later.

This is not their territory, and they are the ones who really suffer.

Shen Jikong gently pinched Luo Qiao's fingers, and after a while, he leaned back and hummed lazily.

……

There was still no one on the road, the smashed car was thrown there, the driver was lying aside, and the doctor was treating his bleeding head.

Luo Zelan listened to his subordinates' report expressionlessly: "At about 10:15, Miss came out of the company, and since then the car has been following behind Miss Car, which is the car captured by the surveillance." ”

Hearing this, Luo Zelan withdrew his gaze from the smashed car and looked at the photo handed by his subordinates.

The car glass has been specially treated, and the surveillance has not captured the people in the car.

Luo Zelan wrinkled his eyebrows, and his voice was cold: "Blockade the airport station, major ports, be sure to find someone for me." ”

The subordinate hurriedly said: "Yes! ”

Luo Zelan returned to the car with a cold face, pulled the car door and sat in, and said: "And Ming Siran, how is he?" ”