Does it make sense for a VIP-sniper to lose his hand?
"Clean that bullet and give it to me!"
An Xiaolan said quietly, then held the bullet in his hand and watched the doctor suturing Hua Nongying.
"alright!"
After hearing the doctor's words, she fainted.
The doctor was shocked. He thought he had another patient, but found that he was overly nervous.
I wanted to separate the two people, but found that their hands were holding tightly, so I had to arrange for them to sleep on the same bed.
When An Xiaolan woke up quietly, he found himself lying next to Hua Nongying, looking at Hua Nongying who was breathing steadily, as if she was asleep. Her stunning face was a little haggard, as if her originally round face had become thinner.
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"you're awake!"
Leng Yue gently supported An Xiaolan beside her. It was really a big surprise that this guy could faint from nervousness.
"Well. Where is that person?"
An Xiaolan nodded, very well-behaved, but his eyes were dark and could not be seen to the end.
"outside."
Leng Yue naturally knew who it was, but there was an unexpected gain.
An Xiaolan covered Hua Nongying with a quilt, then quietly walked out of bed and placed a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth.
I actually saw an unexpected person. This person was tied up by Leng Yue, with smelly socks stuffed in his mouth. There was a scar on his face.
"Tell me, who ordered you."
Holding the sniper's chin, An Xiaolan smiled very coldly, as cold as the morgue, with a soothing feeling.
The sniper kept his face straight and said nothing.
"I have many ways to make you talk!"
An Xiaolan was not in a hurry, she took out her phone and tapped on the screen.
"Thank you, Brother Leng, I will handle this matter. You can go back first."
An Xiaolan smiled lightly, but Leng Yue felt that there was something fierce behind this smile that could not be refused.
Leng Yue didn't intend to refuse, but just nodded lightly. Then she made a gesture of making a phone call. An Xiaolan nodded in understanding.
"An Xiaolan! I am the princess's sister! How dare you catch me! Aren't you afraid?"
As soon as he took off Xia Yiyi's smelly socks, he heard her yelling and licked his ears. An Xiaolan rolled his eyes.
"Bitch! Let me go!"
An Xiaolan couldn't stand it anymore and continued to stuff the smelly socks into her mouth.
"A Feng! Take them to the dean's office."
An Xiaolan played with his fingers and spoke slowly.
Afeng opened the door and led a few men in black to take the two people away.
"Uh-huh--"
Xia Yiyi struggled, but unfortunately the face of the man in black was like a machine, without any change or mercy.
Afeng kicked the dean out, and An Xiaolan sat in the dean's seat, crossing his legs and slowly swinging the leather chair from side to side.
"You said, if a sniper loses his hand, is there any point?"
She held her chin with one hand and tapped the table with the other, making a very regular clicking sound.
There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, her face was very harmless, and Liuli's eyes were turning.
The sniper's face stiffened, and his body trembled slightly, but he showed no expression.
"Who ordered you?"
She walked up to the sniper, pinched his chin, took out the smelly socks from her mouth, and threw them aside with disgust.
The sniper turned his head, very proud, but refused to speak.
"Oh, you are quite stubborn."
An Xiaolan let go of his chin, Afeng waved his hand, and two men in black took out finger pullers.
Pull out all the bones of the little finger and let the limp little finger hang down.
The sniper bit his lip and still didn't say a word.
"good!"
An Xiaolan clapped his hands. He liked the sniper's character very much. He smiled and nodded.