Meng Chen continued: "This is the first time I buy a skirt and I don't understand anything. If the size is not right, tell me and I will buy another one."

His deep, magnetic voice spread in the air and filled the entire ward.

His whole body ached, and it took a lot of effort to speak every word.

Xiao Zi, on the other hand, sneered indifferently.

"It's just a casual comment. How can this kind of white dress suit me? Brother Meng, give it to another girl. Don't waste it." Xiao Zi hung up the phone without mercy.

This kind of white skirt really doesn't suit her anymore.

She is no longer young, and she is no longer innocent.

"Didn't you like white skirts very much before?" Meng Chen chuckled.

"The Xiao Zi now is no longer the Xiao Zi before. The Xiao Zi now can smoke and drink, but can she before?" She sneered, "Actually, I prefer the Xiao Zi now, she is much more comfortable than before."

"Xiao Zi..."

"Shut up." She gave him a cold look.

Meng Chen: "..."

Meng Chen exerted his strength when he spoke, and the gauze burst, blood oozed out, and there were large drops of sweat on his forehead.

He frowned in pain and did not dare to move any more.

But there was blood flowing down his arm, and he looked at Xiao Zi blankly and helplessly.

"Xiao Zi, help me take care of the wound."

"Xiao Zi, call the nurse for me."

"Xiao Zi..."

"It would be better to die."

Xiao Zi ignored it, lowered her head and quickly put the tablet back into her bag.

Leave without looking back.

Meng Chen: "..."

Meng Chen had a look of resentment on his face, and his eyes were filled with helplessness.

…

At one o'clock in the morning, it rained heavily.

It was pitch dark everywhere, and I couldn't see my fingers.

Dense raindrops fell from the woods and hit the thick leaves, making a "crackling" sound.

The mud was muddy, and the ground was covered with dead leaves and black soil.

Bundles of flashlight light shone on the ground, casting a gleaming light in the dark woods.

Bitter wind and cold rain, water splashing everywhere!

A crowd of people stood in the rain, searching everywhere for traces of Fang Ya and Ye Jiaqi.

It was quiet all around, no one made a sound, and occasionally you could hear whispers.

Josnian was still wearing the black suit he had worn in the afternoon. The not-so-thick clothes could not block the cold night.

However, he felt nothing, not even the cold.

The leather shoes were covered with mud, and the normally spotless suit pants were also splashed with mud.

There were several scratches on the back of the hands and neck, and they were stained with blood.

In the darkness, he was like King Shura in the dark night, his face was stern and sinking to the extreme.

Ye Jiaqi has not been found yet.

Xiao Zi sent him one suspicious location after another, and he looked for them one by one.

"Master Qiao, please go back and rest first. It's good to have us here." A bodyguard said.

Josnian remained silent. How could he leave Ye Jiaqi alone in the dark night.

She was originally afraid of the dark.

"Keep looking." He ordered coldly.

"Yes, Master Qiao."

Someone was holding an umbrella for Josnian, but most of his hair and clothes were still wet, wet and cold, and stuck to his body.

"Qiqi, come back..." He stared blankly into the dark distance, his eyes dull.

Ye Jiaqi, did you hear me when you came back?

As long as you come back, I will promise you anything.

Josnian closed his tired eyes, his eyelids feeling helpless and heavy.

He clenched his fists tightly and could not move forward.

After searching all afternoon and all night, he still found no trace of her.
Chapter completed!