"Okay." Sheriff Charlie agreed on the other end of the phone.
Locke had stayed in Rome for many years and was a very capable person here. The police chief had no idea how much he had benefited from him, so naturally he did not dare to disobey him in the slightest.
After hanging up the phone, Locke looked at Luo Xiaoqian opposite, with an obvious smile on his face.
Seeing him smiling at her, Luo Xiaoqian only had an ominous premonition in her heart.
Could it be that the call he just answered had something to do with him? Was it about Zimo?!
"Why...are you looking at me like this?"
Locke's lips curled up, "Because you completely belong to me now!"
Luo Xiaoqian frowned, "What do you mean? Did you...did you do something to Zimo?"
Leng Zimo?
That man has now turned into coke!
Locke leaned back in his chair, "I mean, no one can find you from today on, you will always belong to me!"
Although he also wanted Luo Xiaoqian to know that the man had completely disappeared, out of caution, he decided not to tell her about it for the time being to avoid causing complications.
"I can never belong to you." Luo Xiaoqian looked at him with disdain and turned away.
Her contempt made Locke very unhappy, "Sissi, don't imagine that Leng Zimo will come to save you, I tell you, he will never come."
Luo Xiaoqian gathered her coat. In her tight-fitting bra, the note had been warmed by her body temperature. Although it was a little prickly and a little tingling, it really existed, reminding her that Leng Zimo was still there.
alive.
That feeling was like he was always with her, making her warm and brave.
"Do you think I will believe you when you say this?" Luo Xiaoqian looked at Locke opposite him, as if looking at a dirty rag on the table, with an expression full of disgust and disgust, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk to you.
, which makes me feel disgusting.”
When the men sitting in the cabin heard what she said behind them, their hearts tightened.
No one in this world dared to speak to Locke like this, and Locke's anger finally couldn't be suppressed.
"go out!"
The men hurriedly stood up and retreated outside the cabin.
Locke stood up from the sofa and walked to Luo Xiaoqian.
Seeing him walking over, Luo Xiaoqian subconsciously crossed her arms.
"Sissi, let me say it again, Leng Zimo is dead. He is dead. He will never...never come to save you again. From today on, you must belong to me, whether you want it or not."
"Then I'll tell you again, I don't believe it, even if you tell me ten thousand times, I won't believe it." Luo Xiaoqian stood up and looked at him with her chin raised, "I firmly believe that he will come to save me, and then
……Kill you!"
"He is dead. If you don't believe it, just see for yourself!"
Locke sneered, then he raised his hand and handed her his cell phone. Luo Xiaoqian took the phone doubtfully and looked at the screen.
On the screen of the mobile phone, Leng Zimo was lying on the carpet with his eyes wide open. There were several bullet holes in his suit, and his body was covered in blood. His light-colored suit was dyed dark red, and the carpets around him were all covered in blood.
"Zimo!"
Looking at the familiar face on the screen and the bright red color all over the screen, Luo Xiaoqian just managed to pronounce Leng Zimo's name. When her vision went dark, she lost consciousness.
She has always believed that Leng Zimo is not dead.
She also always believed that he would find her, save her and Xiaoxiao, and their family would be happy together.
