"Helicopter L0505 was attacked, and our people lost contact."

"What do you say, what is the serial number?!" Gu Yuanbao suddenly got up from the ground, and his crystal eyes instantly set off a stormy wave.

Seeing Gu Yuanbao's fierce reaction, Qi Mingye's heart sank.

"L0505 ......" replied to the message and repeated it once.

With a bang, Gu Yuanbao's legs were weak, and his small body collapsed to the ground, trembling his lips, "Mommy......"

As soon as the word Mommy came out, Qi Mingye was completely crazy.

stepped forward and picked up Gu Yuanbao's small body, "What are you talking about, your mommy is on that helicopter?" Speak! ”

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Looking at Gu Yuanbao's little head and nodded blankly, Qi Mingye's heart to eat people is gone!

Embracing the frightened Gu Yuanbao into his arms, the figure of Wei An quickly evacuated towards the gate of the villa, "Check in the direction of your hand, I want to find the attacked helicopter in the shortest possible time!" ”

The deep voice has always been domineering, but it is unconsciously infected with a trace of panic.

Gu Qianqian, you stupid woman, if you dare to have an accident, see if I don't strangle you!

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The palace mansion.

After Gong Shaoming hung up Qi Mingye's phone, he threw the phone aside, turned around and walked towards the room.

"Master, the gauze of the wound is soaked again, I'll ask the doctor to change it for you." The butler caught a glimpse of the blood on his arm, let out a panicked sound, and turned to walk out.

When Gong Shaoming heard his words, he lowered his eyes and swept the gunshot wound on his arm, and his eyes dimmed.

The picture of An Mo Ran blocking in front of Lan Rui and shooting at him quickly flashed in his mind, and he gritted his teeth fiercely, "No need, you can't die." ”

"......" The housekeeper didn't dare to disobey Gong Shaoming, and stood at the door in a daze, watching him step into the bedroom.

The huge room was covered by heavy curtains, and there was a faint dark atmosphere, and the sunlight jumping on the windowsill danced with the breeze, but it could not shine into the gloom of this side.

On the retro carved bed~ , a slender figure is sunk in the mattress, and the soft long hair is scattered on the pillow, like seaweed in the deep sea, outlining a graceful arc.

The beautiful face reveals a hint of paleness, which is very eye-catching under the dim visual effect.

Gong Shaoming walked to the side of the bed, and as soon as his tall body sat on the bed~, a large piece fell on the edge of the bed.

The big hand caressed An Mo's frowning sleeping face, and the rough fingertips gently traced the contours of her face, over and over again......

Until the blood stains on the injured arm dripped onto the quilt, blooming a dazzling blood flower.

Gong Shaoming's hand that was parked on An Moran's chin was suddenly closed, and his eyes crossed a dark light.

"Hmm-"

His jaw ached, and An Moran couldn't help but whisper.

A sleepy whisper, like a silent invitation to someone.

Gong Shaoming didn't seem to remember that he still had an injury on his arm, and with both hands, he pulled An Mo Ran, who had fallen asleep, from the bed~ with both hands, and controlled the back of her head with his big hands, and lowered his head and cold lips were printed on her cherry lips.

The strong and domineering actions did not care about An Moran's weak body, pried open her closed teeth, and tried his best to plunder~ the air in her lungs.

The quilt that slipped off revealed the delicate ~ body with mottled traces of Anmo's dyeing, staggered with bruises and purples, and was full of signs under the palace Shaoming, as if only in this way could it be proved that this woman still belonged to him.

"Uh-huh......"

The lack of breathing awakened An Moran's sense of survival, and his little hand was against Gong Shaoming's chest, wanting to push away his shackles, but in exchange for his more violent force~ occupation.