133 Gunfire in the middle of the night: "Yang Yibin, you are too much..." Match cried and cursed, but his voice was so weak.
Yibin panicked, a match could only be so fierce. When she cried, he had no choice. He opened the door and got out of the car, wanting to get some air.
There was a big temperature difference between the inside and outside of the car. He was only wearing a thin shirt. The night wind blew and he couldn't help but shiver.
The match threw the coat and hit him on the back.
Yibin smiled, bent down and picked up his coat, thinking that Match still cared about him very much.
At this time, the sound of a motorcycle slamming on the accelerator was heard in the quiet street. The sound was loud and long. Both Yibin and Match looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a motorcycle with a flashing searchlight approaching them rapidly.
Yibin was blinded by the dazzling light. He instinctively stretched out his hand to block his eyes. The match was in the car. She saw clearly the person on the motorcycle. He was a man wearing a helmet. He was holding the motorcycle with one hand and holding up a hand with the other.
A pistol.
"Yiping, squat down quickly, he has a gun." Match shouted.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "bang" sound, and sparks of calcium carbide flashed in the dark night. Yibin frowned at the match, and fell down at the sound.
When the people on the motorcycle saw Yang Yibin collapsed, they slammed the accelerator and sped past.
"Ah, a pint!!" Match shouted. Her hands couldn't stop shaking, so much that she couldn't even open the car door. She pulled the door lock four or five times before opening the door.
Match stumbled out of the car and looked at Yang Yibin who was lying next to the tire. She couldn't stand upright. She collapsed next to Yibin and shook his shoulders, "Yang Yibin, Yang Yibin, what are you doing?"
Come on, don't worry, Yang Yibin..."
Match turned him over with force and touched his chest randomly, "Yang Yibin, where are you injured?" She touched his face again and shouted louder, "Yang Yibin, you don't want to die, how could you die?
I’m still angry, you have to make me happy, Yang Yibin!!”
Match shook him hard, and shouted while shaking, "Yang Yibin, you can't die. What will I do if you die? Listen, I like you, I like you... You can't leave me alone..."
"Ahem..." Suddenly, Yibin coughed twice, grabbed the match's hand, and said, "I'm fine."
Match paused, came to his senses, and threw his hand away, "You lied to me!"
Yibin touched his chest and said painfully, "If I hadn't worn the bulletproof vest that Captain Zhu gave me, I would have really died. Hiss, it hurts so much..."
Match stopped crying and looked at him in confusion, "Are you...really okay? Why would someone kill you?"
Yibin rubbed his chest vigorously and looked at the direction of the motorcycle. It was completely dark. "The shooting is so accurate!" He looked at the match again and said with a smile, "Are you willing to pay attention to me? What did you say to me just now?
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Match hit him hard on the chest and said, "When did you become cunning?!"
"Oh, cough, cough, it really hurts." Yibin sat up, unbuttoned his shirt and pulled off his bulletproof vest, "Look, there must be bruises."
Match was a little shy at first, but Yang Yibin's funny look really made people laugh. She turned her head and looked around, and saw that there was indeed a bruise on Yang Yibin's heart, which showed that the power of this bullet was not trivial.
She stretched out her index finger and pressed his injured area playfully.
"Ah, it hurts!" Yibin shouted quickly.
"Hahaha…"
Seeing Match, she smiled and quickly took her hand, "Match, I like you too."
Matcha pursed her lips and said nothing, looking sideways, her face feeling a little hot.
"I like you too, although I may not like you as much as you like me, but I will try my best to fill in the missing parts." Yibin said seriously, "Match, it's my fault that I took advantage of you this time, I'm sorry. Actually.
I'm also very conflicted. Every time I use you to get close to Daye and your mother, I feel more guilty in my heart. I can't speak and I can't make you happy, but what I say is from the bottom of my heart."
Match saw that he had his shirt open and the night wind was blowing chilly, so he quickly said, "Let's talk about it after we get in the car. Let me take a closer look at your injuries."
Yibin put his palm on the ground and touched a hard object on the ground. He picked it up and saw that it was a bullet!
After getting in the car, Yibin looked at the bulletproof vest carefully. The bullet just missed it and penetrated his chest. There was already a groove on the outside of the vest, which was almost open.
Match had lingering fears and was a little scared just thinking about it. She touched the grooves on the bulletproof vest and said, "Oh my God, you almost died."
"Well, luckily I'm lucky..." Yibin took out his cell phone, "Wait a minute, I'll call my brother."
The phone rang for a while before Yang Yifeng answered, "Hey Yipeng, it's so late, why haven't you come back yet?" His voice was still energetic when he spoke. He had been waiting for Yipeng.
Yang Yibin said in a calm tone, "Brother, someone rode a motorcycle and shot at me."
"What?!" Yifeng was frightened.
"But luckily I'm wearing a bulletproof vest. Captain Zhu is really good at predicting things..." Yibin said as he started the car, "Brother, I picked up the bullet. I'll be back right away."
"Well, drive carefully!"
After hanging up the phone, Yibin stepped on the accelerator and drove home quickly.
Match pouted and muttered, "I haven't promised to go home with you yet."
"No, miss...you still want to stay here and wait for the speedsters to come after me? If I hadn't fallen to the ground in pain just now, that person would have shot me again, just in case this shot hadn't hit me.
Instead of hitting me on the back, then..."
"Shut up!" Match interrupted him and rolled his eyes at him, "A dog can't spit out ivory."
"Haha, you're scolding me. It's better to scold me than to ignore me. Who just cried and said what should she do if I die...Who said that? Who said that?" Yibin deliberately teased her.
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Match stopped trying to get into trouble and said cheerfully, "Yang Yibin, you said you liked me just now, I didn't force you. After the sun rises, if you dare to deny it, I will kill you."
"Well, what I said was sincere. I was definitely not lying to you, nor did I express sympathy, pity or guilt."
The tears in the corners of Match's eyes haven't dried yet, and the corners of his mouth can't help but smile.
Yibin added, "As for your mother, let's take a look at the situation first. If she only takes drugs and does not participate in their drug trafficking activities, she will not go to jail for long. She will just be detained in a drug rehabilitation center for a while, but this is also for her own good.
When daybreak comes, I will arrange for you to meet."
Match nodded, "My mother has no money to smoke that kind of thing. It must have been Ohno who harmed her. She just loves to take advantage of petty gains. She wouldn't even dare to do something like drug trafficking, even if you give her ten guts."