The next day, Leng Tianming asked Tong Chi to mobilize people to find Leng Yalin.
According to Ku Bao, when they went there, there were only a few people lying there and there was no one in the cell. Black Wind arrived immediately, so according to Ku Bao's guess, Leng Yalin must have been taken away.
Even Heifeng doesn't know, but who is this person?
After searching for about a day, there was no news about Leng Yalin. No matter whether it was electronic tracking or signal contact, there was no news about Leng Yalin. It was exactly the same as when An Jing disappeared.
Could it be that they were having internal strife?
No idea can be ruled out.
As soon as he finished the blood transfusion to Jing Jing, Leng Tianming couldn't wait to find Leng Yalin.
As soon as he left the house, Shui Tianyou chased him, "Ming..."
Leng Tianming turned around, his monster-like face was a little pale, but it still couldn't hide his handsome and charming face, "What's wrong!?"
"You can't give Anjing blood transfusion anymore, otherwise you won't be able to bear it, and her body will soon be overwhelmed. We must find an antidote as soon as possible!" Leng Tianming nodded, "I understand!"
Leng Tianming got into a Rolls-Royce and sped away.
At this time, on a red car not far away, a look of silence flashed across the only beautiful face...
When Shui Tianyou turned around, he saw a car speeding past and a beautiful silhouette...
Shui Tianyou frowned, "The only one!?"
Without saying a word, Shui Tianyou drove a car and chased after him. He didn't know whether it was intentional or not. After a while, Shui Tianyou's car was thrown against the back door. Looking at the disappearing car, Shui Tianyou stopped the car suddenly and slammed his hands on it.
A thump on the steering wheel...
His eyes gave off a strange light, "Is it you, the only one? Are you back?"
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Inside a simple white western-style building.
Leng Yalin was lying on the white bed, her hair was soft on the soft pillow, and she was sleeping deeply in clean silk pajamas. Her body had been covered with medicine, but the wounds were still there, including several whiplash wounds and gunshot wounds.
The body is still very weak.
Han Zixi stood there with half a mask on her face, looking at Leng Yalin with a pair of sharp eyes, struggling fiercely in her heart.
How wonderful it would be if you were not Leng Tianming's sister, if you were not Leng Yalin, if you were not Leng Yalin!
A pair of hands wanted to touch her face, but found that they didn't even have the ability!
Damn it! What happened to him? Why is there such a strong struggle in his heart? Why, this woman is his enemy, his enemy!! Han Zixi hypnotized herself over and over again!
As soon as he thought of his father's death, Han Zixi's eyes were filled with hatred!
With a "tear" sound, he tore off Leng Yalin's nightgown, exposing her white body. Han Zixi's eyes turned cold, and he pressed his whole body on her body, and his hot lips fell on her...
"Well..." In her sleep, Leng Yalin felt the pain of a light peck on her body, and opened her eyes hazily. A black mask filled her eyes, so familiar and yet strange.
"Um, you, what are you doing!?" Leng Yalin wanted to move her body, but she felt tearing pain whenever she moved.
However, Han Zixi seemed not to hear her words and continued to lean over her body and kiss her, eagerly, punishing, plundering, revenge...
"Ugh...it hurts!" Leng Yalin's face wrinkled and she couldn't help but make a sound.
"Han... Zi... Xi!" Leng Yalin shouted word by word.
Han Zixi was startled and looked at Leng Yalin with her red eyes, "You know it's me!?"
"Han...Zi...Xi..." Leng Yalin didn't know what was wrong with her. She called Han Zixi's name over and over again, her eyes filled with mist.
Han Zixi looked at Leng Yalin with sharp eyes.
"Why, why on earth!?" Leng Yalin had woken up, but her body was limp and unable to move.
Han Zixi didn't speak, and slowly reached out and took off the mask on his face. A handsome face with a hint of rebelliousness was revealed in front of Leng Yalin, with cold eyes.
"Tell me, why!?" Leng Yalin lay there, arching her body upwards and shouting with difficulty, the veins on her neck were exposed, and the first tear fell from the corner of her eyes.
Ignoring the weakness in her heart, Han Zixi looked at her, "Because you are Leng Tianming's sister!"