Ji Mo's hand holding the custard shook slightly, and his eyes showed a bit of disbelief.

Everyone present looked up.

This Miss Yao should have been smashed down from the top floor of the 38th floor of Ling's Bank and died on the spot.

Staring at Yao Lanchun, who was lying motionless on the ground, Miss Ji also froze on the spot, her head buzzing and chaotic.

He's dead?

Obviously, the day before yesterday, he was still standing in front of him, and he could cry, make trouble, and lose his temper, but he died in the blink of an eye.

Life is impermanent.

In this life, it was the first time she had faced death so closely.

To say that the heart does not tremble must be false.

A pair of hands slammed the stunned Ji Mo back.

The small half cup of custard in Ji Mo's hand spilled on the ground with a "snap".

In the next second, her whole body was wrapped in a warm embrace.

Qin Yun's face turned pale, he checked her up and down, and reached out to pat her back, "Momo, are you okay?" ”

Ji Mo shook his head mechanically.

Of course she was fine, she was still some distance away from the place where Yao Lanchun smashed down.

Compared to her, the mother and daughter in front of her were more frightened.

Probably there will be a psychological shadow in this life.

I don't know if they are lucky or bad.

If these two mothers and daughters take another half a step, they will definitely be smashed by Yao Lanchun and dragged down to accompany her.

Fortunately, it was half a beat slower, so he was not hit by Yao Lanchun.

It's just that Miss Yao's blood was splashed on the spot, and some plasma sticky things splashed on the two mother and daughter, shocking them so that they were so fashionable and paralyzed on the ground, their hands and feet trembled, and they didn't even have the strength to crawl.

A few well-wishers ran over desperately, dragging the mother and daughter to the side of the flower bed.

"Brother Qin, let's go, the reporter is coming soon." Ah Zhong Ade rushed over, nodding at Qin Yun with a solemn face.

Qin Yun bowed slightly, grabbed Ji Mo and walked away, "Momo, let's leave here first." ”

Ji Mo was half-hugged by him, his footsteps involuntarily moved, but his little head couldn't help but turn around, his eyes fell on Yao Lanchun's miserable white and bloodless face, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Miss Yao kept her eyes half-open, her red lips slightly open, and she stared fixedly at the side ahead.

The dull eyes that stopped turning seemed to have been staring at Ji Mo all the time.

Her whole person was a little transparent, and Ji Mo felt like she had lost too much blood.

I'm afraid that Miss Yao's death is not so simple.

"Momo, don't look at it." Qin Yun turned her little face back with one hand, and while pulling the car door, he stuffed her in.

He went around to the other side and got into the car, "Let's go." ”

Without the slightest hesitation, Xiao Li hurriedly started the car and drove away from the chaotic scene.

It happened that a car turned left and circled towards the door of the bank, and the moment they passed by, Ji Mo saw a man with a cold and cold face.

The man with thin lips pursed seemed to look back.

But he saw a small face with a thick foundation, which slid in front of him like a flash in the pan.

A little familiar, Ling Yao frowned slightly, and before he had time to think about it, he was surrounded by a swarm of reporters.

"Mr. Ling, why did Miss Yao choose to jump off the building in Ling's?"

"Mr. Ling, after this incident, will it affect the stock price of Ling's Group?"

"Could it be that there is some personal emotional problem involved?"

Long guns and short cannons came in through the car window, and reporters surrounded him and fired a series of shots.

Ling Yao turned his face sideways and looked coldly at the last reporter who asked a question, "Are you sure you want to continue spreading rumors?" ”