Taking out the mobile phone in his trouser pocket, he began to search for the main signal. The signal here was very weak, and Poisonous Scorpion and He Bing were not here at all.
This poisonous scorpion was cunning and cunning by nature. He led him here, but he took He Bing to another place.
Ye Ming quickly went out and walked out.
"Blood Eagle, where are you going?" Qianqian ran over at this time. She quickly gasped when she saw the injury behind Ye Ming, showing her nervousness and concern, "You are injured and need to be bandaged."
Ye Ming didn't even look at Qianqian. Several jeeps stopped. He walked up to a jeep with long legs and swift steps like the wind. He stretched out his hand to open the driver's door and pulled out the person inside.
come out.
The person who pulled it off was Song Chong. Song Chong was pulled so hard by the man that he almost fell. "Hey, what's wrong with you? This is my car."
Ye Ming raised his legs and was about to get in the car, but then Song Chong patted his shoulder.
Ye Ming looked back, and his dark eyes fell on Song Chong's face. He lifted his thin lips and forced out a solemn syllable from his throat, "Get out!"
Song Chong is the son of a general, and he has had a smooth journey and has been promoted step by step. Who dares to talk to him like this?
"I won't leave, what do you want to do to me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Ming reached out with his broad, rough palm and grabbed Song Chong's wrist, then twisted it hard.
With a click, Song Chong's arm was dislocated. He screamed in pain, "It hurts, it hurts, let go!"
Ye Ming reached out and pushed. Song Chong staggered back a few steps, then fell to the ground. He rolled a few times like a ball.
Ye Ming looked at him indifferently, "If you don't know how to get out, then I can only teach you."
After saying that, Ye Ming got into the driver's seat and the jeep sped away.
"You bastard, come back here!" Song Chong fell to the ground and shouted, but the jeep left exhaust fumes on his face.
puff.
Many people laughed.
Song Chong raised his eyes and saw that everyone in Fiu was covering their mouths and laughing.
He glared angrily.
"Go to work quickly!" The team leader ran away with the people.
Song Chong got up, came to Qianqian's side, and said with an attentive smile, "Qianqian."
Qianqian glanced at Song Chong with disdain, turned around and left.
In Qianqian's eyes, Song Chong was not even worthy of carrying Ye Ming's shoes.
She looked at the disappearing shadow of the jeep and felt both love and hate.
…
The jeep stopped in front of a villa on a nearby mountain, and Ye Ming found the signal here.
After opening the door and getting out of the car, Ye Ming quickly entered the villa. There was no sound at all in the villa.
The silence was suffocating and depressing.
He raised his eyes and looked at the room upstairs. The door to the room was tightly closed.
Ye Ming lifted his feet and climbed up the stairs step by step.
Every step he took was like a thousand pieces of gold, and the muscles in his black shirt were all pumping with blood. He didn't know what he was thinking.
Maybe, I didn't think about anything.
He came late.
As long as she is still alive.
He asked for nothing.
In the future, he will spend more time caring for her and loving her. Everything will pass and all the wounds will be healed.
When he arrived at the door of the room, there was still no sound inside. Ye Ming narrowed his eyes and then stretched out his hand to push the door open.
With a bang, the door opened, and he looked into the room with scarlet eyes.
no.
It's not what he could have imagined.
When he went up the stairs just now, thousands of pictures appeared in his mind, but the scene in front of him was not any of them.
His deep pupils shrank violently, and it took him several seconds to react.
He Bing was sitting on the bed. Her dress was torn to pieces and covered in blood. Poisonous Scorpion fell into her arms with a sheet tied around her neck.
The poisonous scorpion was not completely dead yet. He stared at He Bing with his eyes wide open and his body twitching.
Ye Ming quickly stepped forward and reached He Bing's side with a few quick steps. Then he squatted down and reached out to touch He Bing's little head.
He Bing suddenly raised her eyes, and her beautiful eyes shot towards Ye Ming with an icy cold blade.
Ye Ming's breathing became tight, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a big palm. He lowered his eyelids and looked at her two small hands holding the sheets. Her palms were clenched, and the flesh was sticky.
On the bed sheets, it was shocking.
The bed was covered in blood, and sticky blood was dripping down the sheets. The room was very quiet, and the ticking, ticking, ticking sound made people's scalp numb and hair-raising.
There were no stab wounds on the poisonous scorpion, and all the blood was on He Bing's body.
Ye Ming rolled his throat up and down, grabbed the back of He Bing's head with his rough palms, and pressed her into his arms.
His soft thin lips pressed against her hair and kissed her hard. He said hoarsely, "Bingbing, it's me, I'm here."
Ye Ming.
It's Ye Ming, he's here.
He Bing's tense brain suddenly relaxed, and her overly stiff body softened, like a pool of water. The clean color returned to her beautiful eyes. She closed her red lips and said nothing.
She didn't feel it just now, but now that her brain was recovering, her body was hit by overwhelming pain.
pain.
It hurts.
A small face as big as a palm turned as white as a piece of paper in an instant, and the feathers like butterfly and cicada wings covered it, and she fell softly in his arms.
Ye Ming took the sheets out of her hands and kicked away the dead scorpion. He held her with one arm and spread her dress with one hand. She was stabbed seven or eight times on her flat belly.
, the knife saw the flesh, the gurgling hot blood seemed to be spurting out, and it couldn't be stopped.
Ye Ming closed her clothes, pulled back his strength with one arm, and rubbed her delicate body into his bones, "Bingbing, I will take you to the hospital now."
He picked her up and left the villa quickly.
Putting her on the passenger seat, he used a sheet to strangle her waist. There was no first aid here, so he could only stop her bleeding in this way.
The jeep started, and he looked sideways at her. Blood flowed down her thin white legs, quickly staining the passenger seat red.
He pressed the steering wheel with one hand and pressed her injury with one hand. He felt the warmth of her blood and felt her life gradually passing through his fingertips.
The girl's little head was swaying on the seat. If it hadn't been for the safety belt, she would have fallen down long ago. Her slender feathers covered her, and she seemed to be falling asleep.
Once you fall asleep, you won't be able to wake up.
Ye Ming pulled her thin lips, her hoarse voice was trembling, and she was full of coaxing and...begging, "Bingbing, don't sleep, let's talk, tell me, what happened just now?"
Hearing his hoarse voice, He Bing raised her eyes weakly and laboriously. Her whole body ached, so much so that she didn't even have the strength to speak.
She looked at Ye Ming and raised the corners of her pale lips softly, "Ah Ming, I said... I will wait for you, always... waiting for you to come."