Chapter 178 : Crab A Dock: I really want to fall into your arms
When Dongfang Yanye parked the car elegantly in front of Warehouse No. 3, he grabbed Meng Jiahao's arm with one hand and got out of the car with the leather box in the other hand.
I saw him kicking away the old and rusty heavy iron door of the warehouse. In an instant, there was a loud "boom" sound, and the iron door cracked into several brittle pieces of different sizes under his destruction.
piece
Suddenly, dust was flying all around, and the damp and dark air was filled with brown-red rust particles, occasionally mixed with a disgusting smell.
The entire warehouse was dark, with only a dim incandescent chandelier near the end emitting a weak light. You could clearly see countless moths or unknown insects swirling around the weak light.
As soon as Dongfang Yanye entered the door, he looked around for Su Ziyue. Finally, in a dark corner, he found her
She leaned weakly against a stained wall with peeling cement dust. Her black hair was scattered around her shoulders, almost covering most of her face, but the little face that was exposed was so pale that there was no trace of blood.
, as frighteningly white as the pulp of lychee
Her head was lowered, her body was almost curled up, and she was trembling constantly.
Dongfang Yanye couldn't bear to look any further. It felt like countless sharp needles were pricking deep in his heart. He slowly closed his eyes and tried hard to calm down the burning anger in his heart.
Of course, Dongfang Yanye was not the only one who felt heartbroken. Meng Jiahao, who was tightly held by him, also looked shocked and distressed. He almost forgot that he was a hostage in the hands of others. He just wanted to run to her side quickly and hold her in his arms.
, so that she will never be hurt again
"Humph, boy, I didn't expect you to be quite punctual." I saw Brother Tiger walking out of the darkness while looking at the Rolex watch on his thick arm. He glanced sideways at Dongfang Yanye, and raised the corners of his mouth.
A cold and cruel smile
"I brought what you asked for," Dongfang Yanye said indifferently, but there was a trace of anger hidden in his words that was not easy to detect.
He patted the box with his hand in a gesture, but his eyes never left Su Ziyue for a moment.
"Bring the box over first, I want to inspect the goods first." Brother Hu grabbed Su Ziyue's long hair and pulled her up from the ground.
"Ah, it hurts, let go!" Su Ziyue, who had been in a semi-conscious state just now, screamed instinctively because of the sudden severe pain in her scalp. She slowly opened her thick eyelids.
But the next second, Dongfang Yanye's tall and muscular figure came into her eyes. Suddenly, her nose felt sore and she shed tears for no reason. She really wanted to fly into his arms and cry bitterly.