"Qingyan, if I wash and cook for you every day, would you like to!"

"Ahh Ye Qingyan hugged Wang Ying, "Miss Wang, I'm already in tears, finally someone is willing to accept me, hurry up, wash my socks quickly." ”

Wang Ying's eyes were shining with tears, and she tried to keep herself from looking at the top of the elevator and not letting the tears fall.

Her heart was beating fast, she didn't expect Ye Qingyan to agree.

Although she knew in her heart that Ye Qingyan was joking, she was also very satisfied.

She raised her arm and hugged Ye Qingyan tightly, hugging her tightly.

At this moment, it was as if the whole world was silent.

The shouts of the chaotic battle outside could not be transmitted into the elevator.

Only Ye Qingyan's heartbeat could be heard.

"Tom...... Tom ......"

"Okay." Wang Ying closed her eyes, and tears still couldn't stop flowing, "I am willing to wash you for the rest of your life." ”

"Great, this is the most touching thing I've ever heard, so you owe me a tinkling lighter, you don't have to pay it back."

Wang Ying turned her head sideways and buried her face in Ye Qingyan's arms, in fact, she just didn't want Ye Qingyan to find out that she was crying.

Because she is now smiling and crying, "Qingyan, you remember it so well, you still remember the lighter so clearly." ”

"It's a must, I'm very small-minded, and I still hold grudges, who owes me, I remember the little book in my heart clearly."

Ye Qingyan suddenly turned his head to look at Wang Ying, "Wang Ying, are you wiping your nose with my clothes?" ”

Wang Ying chuckled in her heart, she felt that Ye Qingyan grabbed her shoulder, and she must not be found crying.

"Ding—"

The floor below the top floor had arrived, and now they had to take the stairs.

The elevator door opened, Wang Ying suddenly turned around and rushed out of the elevator, with her back to Ye Qingyan, wiping away the tears on her face as she ran.

Ye Qingyan looked surprised, "No matter how fast you run, you have to wash my clothes tonight!" ”

In the staircase, the prisoners running in the direction of the platform raised their arms and shouted.

More and more mercenaries poured into the prison, but Lancelot had already escaped in a helicopter.

Ye Qingyan blended into the ranks of these people, and Wang Ying could no longer be seen, and was scattered.

But these people don't know that she is the person who gave a speech in the monitoring room just now, the hero in their minds.

"Click! Click! Click! Click! "The sound of machine-gun fire.

I saw that the people at the top of the stairs fell in rows, and soon the corpses piled up.

Two helicopters hovered in the sky, the gunners on the helicopters pointed at the staircase, and the bullets blocked it.

Moreover, the firepower is fierce.

Many prisoners rushed out with guns in their hands, and the corpses piled up at the top of the staircase.

Ye Qingyan crawled to a corner of the pile of corpses at the top of the stairs.

She listened to the firing pattern of the two machine guns, and was in the interval between one machine gunner and changing the bullets for the machine guns.

Ye Qingyan rolled forward and threw himself out of the staircase, and a shot hit the helicopter pilot's eyebrows.

The helicopter immediately jerked up and down.

The helicopter, which lost control, began to sway wildly in the air.

The gunners were thrown out and fell heavily on the platform, spurting blood.

Then the helicopter plunged headlong into the sea like a headless fly.

Since there was no cover in the space outside the staircase, the gunner of another helicopter began to fire at Ye Qingyan.

Ye Qingyan dodged quickly, but the dense bullets almost stuck to her and hit the ground.