Both men were wearing suits and looked polite, but the light in their eyes was inexplicably frightening.

"Y-what are you doing?" The bandit at the head trembled. However, all he could answer was the sound of his fist slicing through the air.

Gong Lingye's driver and special assistant were all from the Lian family, and it took almost a few breaths to put down the two of them, and then trampled on the third person who wanted to escape.

"Leave a living mouth, ask who did it, and clean everything up." Gong Lingye's cold and cruel male voice sounded in the night.

"Yes." Pei Jun responded, and quickly tied up the few people with the driver, and then made a call: "Ah Mian, bring a few people over, the emperor will clear the scene!" "At this moment, Song Yiren has completely exhausted his strength.

Her current body is so weak that she feels almost collapsed after a long lack of exercise.

She knew she had to stand up, but no matter how much her brain commanded, she couldn't move her body in the slightest.

The pain in the lower abdomen raged and churned in the body, but there were strange and terrible hot streams rushing in the blood.

The man lying in a pool of blood beside her was taken away, and the man wailed, and the person who took him seemed to think he was too noisy, and slashed down with his palm, and the man suddenly stopped snorting.

Then, Song Yiren saw a pair of delicate and shiny leather shoes in front of him. She looked at the tall figure through her shoes, but the light was too blurry, and she couldn't see his expression clearly.

In the next second, Song Yiren only felt that his body was light, and he was hugged by someone! Pei Jun couldn't help but be suspicious when he saw that the big boss who was known for cleanliness actually took the initiative to hug a woman, but he immediately opened the back seat door of the car for the two of them with a very eye-catching look.

The two got into the car, and Gong Lingye's eyes were a little more interested when they saw the blood on the dagger that Song Yiren was holding.

He had just seen that she dared to kill, and there was a determination and coldness in his eyes that did not belong to her age.

At that moment, his eyes lit up, his blood boiled, and he only felt that since the girl died three years ago, his heart, which had not been touched for a long time, finally showed signs of recovery.

Gong Lingye took a towel from the shelf, took away the dagger from Song Yiren's hand, so as not to hurt herself, and carefully wiped her bloody hand with a towel.

"Go to the hotel." He instructed the driver. The driver immediately started the car, while Pei Jun stayed where he was, waiting for the arrival of Ah Mian and the others.

After a while, several people appeared at the entrance of the dark alley, nodded at Pei Jun, and threw the bundled people directly onto a truck.

Then, someone in the car brought special detergent and buckets down to clean up all the blood stains on the ground.

They were very familiar with the road, and they were obviously a middle and old man, but in ten minutes, there was no trace at all in the alley, and even in the air, there was no smell of blood.

At this moment, Song Yiren was sitting in Gong Lingye's car, and she turned her head when she understood that she was saved, and whispered to the man next to her: "Thank you." He approached her, his eyes were dark, his warm breath fell on her ears, and his low magnetic voice was ascetic: "Count, how many times have I saved you?" What are you going to thank me with, huh? Song Yiren only felt that her cochlea was hot, her consciousness was chaotic, and the heat in her blood almost burned her.

She leaned close to Gong Lingye extremely uncomfortably, as if there was something in him that attracted her and could relieve the itching in her body.

Because Gong Lingye's lips were too close to her, as soon as she moved like this, his lips swept over the side of her face and stopped at the corner of her lips.

The ambiguous air exploded in the car, and Song Yiren muttered irrepressibly. As soon as his pupils darkened, he saw that she seemed to be too hot, and almost instinctively raised his hand and tore open the already somewhat tattered clothes.

Gong Lingye quickly stretched out his hand and pressed a position. Suddenly, the interior baffle fell, obscuring all the view of the rear seats.

He squinted his eyes, and was about to ask Song Yiren if he knew what he was doing, when the woman next to him buried her face in his chest, and then, as if her body was unable to support it, her face continued to slide down, and a layer of electricity rose up wherever she passed.