"No. L0505..." the person who responded to the message repeated it.
With a thud, Gu Yuanbao's legs went weak, and his little body collapsed to the ground, trembling lips, "Mommy..."
As soon as the word "mommy" came out of his mouth, Qi Mingye went completely crazy.
He stepped forward and picked up Gu Yuanbao's little body, "What are you talking about? Your mommy is on that helicopter? Talk!"
shi.t!
Seeing Gu Yuanbao nodding his little head aimlessly, Qi Mingye had the desire to eat people!
He hugged the frightened Gu Yuanbao into his arms, and the stalwart figure quickly evacuated towards the door of the villa, "Check the direction in my hand, I want to find the attacked helicopter in the shortest possible time!"
The rich voice was always domineering, but it was unconsciously tainted with a hint of panic.
Gu Qianqian, you stupid woman, if something happens to you, I will strangle you to death!
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The palace's mansion.
After Gong Shaoming hung up the phone on Qi Mingye, he threw the phone aside, turned and walked towards the room.
"Master, the gauze on the wound is soaked again. I'll ask the doctor to change it for you." The housekeeper caught a glimpse of the blood on his arm and uttered a panicked voice before turning around and walking out.
When Gong Shaoming heard his words, he lowered his eyes and glanced at the gunshot wound on his arm, his eyes darkened.
The image of An Moran standing in front of Lan Rui and shooting at him flashed through his mind. He gritted his teeth and said, "No, I won't die."
"..." The housekeeper did not dare to disobey Gong Shaoming, so he stood at the door and watched him walk into the bedroom.
The huge room was covered by heavy curtains and had a dark atmosphere. The sunlight dancing on the window sill was dancing with the breeze, but it couldn't shine into the darkness here.
On the retro carved bed, a slender figure sunk into the mattress, and her long soft hair was spread out on the pillow, like seaweed in the deep sea, outlining a graceful arc.
The beautiful face has a hint of paleness, which is very eye-catching under the dark visual effect.
Gong Shaoming walked to the bed, and as soon as his tall body sat on the bed, a large area sank into the edge of the bed.
His big hand caressed An Moran's sleeping face with frowning eyebrows, and his rough fingertips gently traced the outline of her face, over and over again...
Until the blood from the injured arm dripped onto the quilt, blooming into a dazzling blood flower.
Gong Shaoming's hand that was resting on An Moran's chin suddenly retracted, and a hint of darkness flashed across his eyes.
"Well--"
His jaw suddenly hurt, and An Moran couldn't help but murmured.
The sleepy whisper is like a silent invitation to someone.
Gong Shaoming seemed not to remember that he still had injuries on his arms. He lifted the sleeping An Moran from the bed with his hands, controlled the back of her head with his big hands, lowered his head and pressed his cold lips to hers.
The strong and domineering move ignored An Moran's weak body, pried open her closed teeth, and tried his best to snatch the air from her lungs.
The quilt slipped away, revealing An Mo's delicate body with mottled stains, crisscrossed with bruises and purples, and full of Gong Shaoming's marks, as if this was the only way to prove that this woman still belonged to him.
"Hmm..."
The lack of breathing revived An Moran's consciousness of survival. He put his small hand on Gong Shaoming's chest, trying to push away his shackles, but he raped her even more violently.
