37. Meeting on a narrow road is an old acquaintance! 3
She was startled, and subconsciously raised her head, and saw the man's face at a glance. His facial features were handsome, like sculptured lines, tough yet soft, thick black eyebrows, deep eyes, straight bridge of nose, tight
With her pursed thin lips, pale face, and sharp breath, she carries an innate nobility, like a god who cannot be despised.
Sure enough, a familiar face!
Xiaotong secretly groaned in her heart. I can't see you anywhere in the world. I didn't expect that when I came to France, I would meet this enemy - Huangfu Lin. The "drunk" boss. I heard that he is a black and white character. Could it be that he is here?
France also has an enemy? But why is she so unlucky that she can't get rid of him anywhere?
At this moment, they met on a narrow road, and she was hesitant. Should she admit him? If she did, maybe he would be able to let her live. At least they had a one-night romance...
Bah! How long has it been? What are you still thinking about? She secretly despised herself.
But don’t you admit it? Are you really being held hostage by him? What if his enemies catch up and neither of them can escape? What should they do?
Ning Xiaotong's mind was spinning countless times here, but Huangfu Lin was holding his injured left shoulder, listening to the movement in the alley next door, with a calm and solemn look on his face, not paying any attention to the petite Dongfang who was being held hostage by him.
What does a girl look like?
After a thousand thoughts, Xiaotong finally decided to pretend:
"Um... you are Chinese, and I am Chinese too. You see, we are so destined that we could meet in a foreign country. Oh, by the way, don't worry, I am definitely a good citizen. I just accidentally got lost.
It's..." Ning Xiaotong tried her best to make her voice sound softer and more sincere. She was trying to make the other party soften her heart, and then maybe he would let her go.
As soon as she spoke, the man couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. With lightning speed, he lifted up her face under the beret. A trace of imperceptible surprise appeared on her cold face. It was actually her?
A hint of surprise flashed in Huangfu Lin's deep eyes. Such a result was completely beyond his expectation. He had been worried before that he would feel uneasy without news about the woman after leaving the country. How could he
I didn't expect that I would meet her here, and under such circumstances.
"Who is that? I really didn't mean to do it. I didn't see your face clearly anyway. Don't worry, I didn't see anything. I maliciously don't recognize you..." Ning Xiaotong continued to act like a turtle.
Huangfu Lin sighed and raised her chin with the black muzzle of the gun: "We've all slept together, and you still say we don't know each other?"
Xiaotong's face suddenly turned red. Could this man not be so straightforward when speaking?
However, she couldn't care about this at the moment. She looked at the gun pressed against her chin with some fear, and swallowed hard: "Well, can you take this thing off? Be careful of misfire..." She could
Don't die unjustly in a foreign country. Besides, she was still so young, so it wouldn't be worthwhile for her to die.
"Don't worry." Huangfu Lin smiled half-heartedly: "This gun is out of bullets..."
"No, no more bullets?" Xiaotong almost choked to death on her own saliva, "Then you still, still..." She wanted to say, then you are so awesome, playing with real guns and live ammunition with others? But she hasn't finished yet.
Before he could speak, he heard a clutter of footsteps coming from the alley, mixed with curses in French.