Ula –

A black sedan pulled up on the side of the road.

The tires rubbed and the ground splashed a lot of water.

The man got out of the car, he was still wearing a white coat as white as snow, he came in a hurry, he didn't have time to change clothes, he held a black umbrella in his hand, and walked to the bus stop on the side of the road.

Under the stop sign, the girl lowered her head, her hair was messy, her cheeks were red and swollen, but her expression was calm.

"What about the Nguyen Nguyen people?"

Fu Chi walked over quickly, his lips were very tight, and his eyes were thick like the black sea.

Sven's temperament seems to have changed slightly.

Jiang Yuxin heard the voice and raised her head suddenly, her hollow eyes finally came to life.

She immediately stood up, her voice hoarse: "In the back alley of the opposite street, Mr. Fu, you are careful." ”

Jiang Ruan didn't let her call the police, and the only person she could think of was Fu Chi.

The business card that Fu Chi handed to Yuan Xiuqin last time was kept by her, fortunately......

Fu Chi turned his head and left, and when he walked to the front of the car, he said to the people inside, "Take her back." ”

After saying that, he ran briskly towards that side without looking back.

In the car, Berwyn got out of the car and walked to Jiang Yuxin's side.

"Miss Jiang, please."

Jiang Yuxin's eyes looked in the direction where Fu Chi left.

The heart was turbulent: "Just, Mr. Fu alone? ”

But there were seven or eight people over there......

Berwyn smiled lightly: "That's enough." ”

**

Fu Chi ran all the way, and finally came to the mouth of an alley, where he heard the continuous screams inside.

He hurried inside, seeing the bloody picture ahead.

The rain kept washing, and the air seemed to be stained with the smell of blood.

The girl stood in the middle of the alley, wet, and her white face was splashed with scarlet, down her eyebrow bone, and a pair of peach blossom eyes seemed to be shrouded in a haze of destruction.

At her feet, there was a slump of men who were injured slightly or severely.

The picture is gloomy and compassionate, like a major murder scene.

It makes people's scalp tingle.

Jiang Ruan's eyes were lifeless and he looked at the fallen man.

She doesn't care what others want to do to her, but if she touches her family, she won't let go, not a single one.

"Nguyen Nguyen."

Suddenly, a low and soft voice pierced through the sound of the rain and was clear to the ears.

It seems to be the only place in the world that is extremely pure.

The souls are washed.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she looked up, looking in that direction.

The man, dressed in a white coat, walked quickly through the heavy rain curtain and walked towards her.

Her eyes were blurred by the rain, and she couldn't even see the expression on the man's face.

The man was very fast, and before her brain could clearly react to the current situation, the man had already come to her, clasped the back of her head with his big hand, and took her into his arms, not disgusted with the wetness and blood on her body at all.

I didn't even care about her cruel and extreme appearance at the moment, and completely ignored the dying people around her.

The faint scent of sandalwood on his body, mixed with the smell of disinfectant, soaked the air around her.

Tense and angry emotions were instantly purified.

"Ruan Ruan, I'm here, leave the rest to me."

The man's melodious voice echoed in his ears with a low sigh.

He raised his eyelashes, his dark eyes staring at the mess on the ground.

Jiang Ruan suddenly felt a little strange in his heart.

His reaction was very different from what she had imagined.

Fear, disgust, panic, none of them.

Some are just as gentle and accommodating as ever.