After the driver said that, Xiaoyue suddenly felt the breath of death. Her body stiffened. When she was about to react quickly, she heard a slight sound of "swoosh". Then she felt a pain in her left chest, and then she took a few steps back. She pointed to her left chest with blood, raised her left hand and pointed at the driver, and said rattle: "You, you--"

Before Xiaoyue could finish her speech, she fell to her knees and fell to the ground after a few violent breaths. After slowly lying on the ground, she remained motionless.

The driver looked at Xiaoyue's body and showed obvious sadness in his eyes: Xiaoyue's fate today is also his tomorrow?

The driver was stunned for a moment, then turned around and got into the car.

After he turned around, the sorrow in his eyes had completely disappeared, only the indifference to the passing of life: "She is dead and her heart is penetrated."

The driver didn't have to look at it at all, and he also knew that the snatch he had just snatched was just right in Xiaoyue's heart, because he had practiced this kind of shooting technique hundreds of thousands of times in the past.

The middle-aged man had already lit a cigarette at this time and said lightly: "Next time when you encounter such a thing, it's best to light her eyebrows."

The middle-aged man's tone was not very high and even quite plain when he spoke, but the driver could hear his dissatisfaction from it. Then he was scared and sweated in a cold sweat and whispered: "I, I'll make up for it."

"No need, she is the one we have trained since childhood. She was so frustrated with just one shot."

The middle-aged man shook his head slowly, sighed and said, "Oh, let's go, I believe the Shencheng police will give her a home."

The driver stopped saying anything, nodded and started the car, retreated and turned around, and soon disappeared under the starry sky.

The surroundings were restored to death, as if the car had never appeared here, only Xiaoyue's body seemed so lonely under the faint starlight.

Slowly, Xiaoyue's body was covered with a layer of white frost and snow like the strong and protruding dry grass around her.

The night wind gradually increased, blowing the bloody smell of space, blew towards Shencheng District - but a car was welcomed.

This is a silver-gray off-road vehicle. Someone who was driving down the window, sniffed it hard in the air, then increased the accelerator, and the car roared to seven or eight meters in front of Xiaoyue's body, and stopped abruptly.

The driving was Mr. Tang Peng, who had just fought with Mayor Chu for an hour not long ago.

Before Tang Peng got off the car, he recognized the person lying on the roadside in front of him with the bright headlights. It was Xiaoyue.

When the girl was carrying Tang Peng to chase Chu Liangxiao, he remembered her pink tight jacket.

"Oh, it's still one step late."

Tang Peng sighed, pushed the door and got out of the car, and glanced around: the empty fields were completely covered by the heavy snow of yesterday. Standing here, you can see about a kilometer away around.

After not finding any abnormality, Tang Peng slowly walked to Xiaoyue's body, squatted down, stretched out his right hand to eat, and pressed his middle fingers on the major artery under her neck.

In fact, after smelling the bloody smell in the air and seeing the white frost covered by Xiaoyue's body, Tang Peng knew that she had been dead for a long time. At this time, it was just a habit of testing the injured.

Even Tang Peng smiled self-deprecatingly when his finger touched Xiaoyue's artery position.

But——But the smile just raised from the corner of Tang Peng’s mouth, but it froze suddenly: Xiaoyue’s pulse was actually beating slightly!

Although the pulse beats extremely slightly, it is beating after all!

"Damn!"

Tang Peng shook his hand, clenched his fists and smashed it in the low altitude, and roared in a low voice: "She is not dead yet. It seems that my character has finally exploded!"

After realizing that Xiaoyue actually had a pulse, Tang Peng no longer dared to hesitate. He bent down and copied her in his arms, and ran towards the car quickly.

...

Tang Peng has been away for more than two hours. It was already twelve o'clock, but he has not come back yet.

Chu Liangxiao has now put on a pajamas that Xiahou Fu Zui wore, lying lazily on the comfortable Simmons bed, her slender and white left leg resting on the quilt, and a faint tempting blush on her skin.

When Tang Peng left, he told Chu Liangxiao that he would deal with the off-road vehicle that Xiaomouzi and others, and completely "destroy the corpse and traces" to let her wait at home with peace of mind.

When I remembered Tang Peng's words of "waiting" and looking at his gaze, Chu Liangxiao felt that his lower body felt numb and soft again. His left hand quietly reached into his pajamas - he felt that there was rain and dew in that place.

"Me, why did I suddenly become like this? Could it be that this is the real me?"

Chu Liangxiao bit his lip gently, giggled and shook his head, forcing himself not to think about the things that are not suitable for children before Tang Peng came back, and he touched the cell phone next to the pillow at any time.

Like Tang Peng, when Chu Liangxiao was in love with him, his cell phone rang many times, most of which were called by his uncle Chu Pingyuan, and there was also He Yingqiang, but he did not see any phone calls from his subordinates or leaders.

Chu Liangxiao was disdainful to call back He Yingqiang. Even if it was Chu Pingyuan's, she simply sent a message, claiming that she had found a hotel to stay in, so that he would not have to worry.

Maybe it was because she felt that her niece would be very sad tonight. After receiving her text message, Chu Pingyuan only replied with a message that "everything will be fine" and stopped disturbing her.

Chu Liangxiao looked at his phone boredly and slowly turned his thinking to the main thing: Who wants to plot against me? Is it from the municipal party committee or the person above?

Just as Chu Liangxiao frowned and pondered, his cell phone rang, and the caller ID was Tang Peng's mobile phone number.

After seeing the caller ID of "Dong Tang", Chu Liangxiao immediately left the confusion behind, quickly answered the phone, and asked in a coquettish voice: "Xiaomozi, why haven't you come home yet? My sister is flooding with spring tide. If I don't come, I have to consider hiring my royal lover again."

If she had put it in the past, even if Chu Liangxiao was killed, she would not have said such rude words.

But now, when she said such words to Tang Peng, she felt that she was so natural, it was completely out of her original intention, and she had no pretentiousness at all: I was just having sex with him, so who can control it?

Tang Peng's hugely terrifying voice came from the other side of the phone: "Okay, I don't have time to play with you now. I have something important to do, you must do it for me immediately!"

Although Tang Peng's words were obviously imperative and impatient, even the old man of the Chu family had never said it to Chu Liangxiao in this tone, she did not feel disgusted at all, but thought it was normal - alas, this is a woman with two-way mature thoughts and bodies, knowing that no matter how arrogant she is in public, she is like mud and can only squeeze and rub her man she likes, and tastes a kind of happiness she has never had before.

Chu Liangxiao turned over and sat up, his face began to be serious: "Say, what's wrong, what do you need me to do?"

Tang Peng was very satisfied with Chu Liangxiao's response tone and smiled and said, "Well, that's it. You call the director of Shencheng Central Hospital immediately and ask him to immediately form the best surgical expert group to prepare for surgery on a person. Oh, it's time to take bullets from the chest cavity. You'd better tell them not to ask more questions. I'll arrive at the central hospital in at most half an hour."

Tang Peng ordered Chu Liangxiao to call the director of the central hospital directly, which was undoubtedly too high-minded.

What is Chu Liangxiao's identity? He is the second-in-command of Shencheng. The main hall is about to become a state cadre in the deputy department. Not to mention talking to her, the president is just looking at her from a distance, and that's what he's lucky to say...

Besides, what qualifications does the dean have to let Chu Liangxiao remember his contact information?

However, Chu Liangxiao did not consider these things and just asked nervously: "Tang, Tang Peng, it's you, are you injured? Is it serious? Is it serious? You said where you are now, I'll pick you up immediately!"

Tang Peng didn't expect that Chu Liangxiao would think that he was injured, and the tension and concern in his tone were all from the heart. He smiled with some emotion and said, "Haha, I'm fine. The injured person is following us and ** our Xiaoyue. She should have been killed by her companions, but she has a very big life. She still has a breath. If she can rescue her in time, there should be great hope. I have given her a simple treatment."

Chu Liangxiao was relieved when he learned that it was not Tang Peng who was injured.

Especially when I heard that the person who followed her was already in Tang Peng's hands, it proved that as long as she could save her, she could dig out the behind-the-scenes support she wanted to plot against. This made Chu Liangxiao even more satisfied: "Okay, I'll call there right away, you can click slowly on the road!"

"Okay, I know, just let it go, I'm dead."

Before deducting the phone, Tang Peng suddenly whispered: "Chu Liangxiao, thank you for your sincere concern for me."

"Nonsense, you are my sister's personal lover. I don't care about you, those beggars on the street?"

Chu Liangxiao burst into laughter, curled his lips with charming eyes, and took the lead in deducting the phone number.

...

Ma Rulong, director of Shencheng Central Hospital, has a very grand and majestic name.

But his people are quite mismatched with their names. If it weren't for his time playing with horses and his eyes, then with his somewhat vulgar appearance, even if he had a name that was even more awesome than the Heavenly King, he would never have wanted to sit on the throne of the director of Shencheng Central Hospital in his life.

Tonight is the first day of the Lunar New Year. Ma Rulong, who is now 51 years old, is on duty in the hospital tonight according to the rules.

It was said that it was on duty, but it sounded nice. At nine o'clock, Dean Ma walked around the various departments with his hands behind his back, and then returned to his office early. The door was closed and he entered a rest state.

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