Chapter 701

The man was stunned by her haggard and emaciated face, which could not hide the pure and beautiful beauty of the prosperous world.

The most important thing in his family is handsome men and beautiful women, enchanting, peerless, stunning and moving, competing with each other.

He always thought that there would never be a beautiful skin in this world that could impress him in the slightest. But when he saw Yan Zhengling's face, the desolation and stubbornness, purity and enchantment, as well as the weakness and tenacity of not admitting defeat, that kind of contradictory trait was displayed in a person's eyes, and he was really moved.

"You're lucky to have met me." He touched his chin, his gaze falling on her bleeding arm, and frowned slightly.

He picked her up, put her in the car, and pulled out his medicine box. He took out the secret medicine brewed by the family and stuffed it into her mouth. I opened the lid of the mineral water bottle again and fed her a few sips of water.

Then he tore open the sleeve of her shirt and carefully applied the ointment to her.

He was obviously faint in blood, but it was so strange that when he saw her blood, he didn't have the usual strong disgust.

And the family's obsessive-compulsive habit of cleanliness did not make him feel sick to his stomach at her dirty bloodstains.

When Zhan Fengxian passed by the site of the car accident, he saw a shocking pool of blood on the ground, and he felt terrified.

She made several calls to Zheng Ling, but after the call was connected, the other party did not answer.

After doing all this, he returned to the driver's seat, drove his treasure car, and departed in the direction away from the imperial capital.

His car brushed shoulders with the Impatiens, with the Frost Lord's Calendar Garden, and then drove away from them.

She ran a long way, but she didn't catch up with Yan Zhengling. She felt more and more frightened, and finally she couldn't help it, she took out her mobile phone and called Zhan Hanjue.

When Fengxian's mobile phone rang as quickly as a soul, Zhan Hanjue's heart seemed to skip a beat, and he looked at his mobile phone fixedly, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

When you call again, the phone is turned off.

Feng Xian looked at the pool of blood, and suddenly ran wildly, shouting hoarsely as she ran: "Sister Zheng Ling—Sister Zheng Ling—"

Fengxian is concerned and chaotic, and speaks incoherently.

Obviously, he didn't get to the point, but for some reason, Zhan Hanjue just felt that what she was going to say next would pull him into the bottomless abyss.

Until Blizzle held the phone in his hand, "President." ”

Zhan Hanjue slid away his phone tremblingly, and heard Feng Xian's panicked voice. "Big brother, I didn't catch up with Sister Zheng Ling-I ran all the way, I was already running at the fastest speed, and I didn't find Sister Zheng Ling-"

The phone in the hand of the Lord of War Slid to the ground, and his head exploded with a thud.

"Wind, prepare the car."

"Fengxian, you speak slowly."

"Big brother-" Feng Xian suddenly howled and cried, "I was on the road, I saw a pool of blood, I don't know, is it Sister Zheng Ling's-I'm so afraid-"

Hurricane soothed, "President, don't worry. Miss Yan will be fine. ”

When Rolls-Royce roared down the highway and the Lord of War saw the pool of blood, his heart pounded as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

"Yes, President." The wind didn't dare to delay, and pushed the Battle Chill Lord to the parking lot quickly.

In the end, Rolls-Royce met Fengxian, arrived in the imperial capital, and arrived at the rental house, but he didn't find Zheng Ling.

Zhan Han Jue was completely defeated, "Find, find me." Dig three feet into the ground to find her. ”

In the days that followed, he spent his days in torment.