Sang Tinggu was reading a book on the side, and there was a plate of peeled fruit pulp on the small table between him and Sang Jiu. It could be said that the life was relaxed and unrestrained.
He never imagined that just a few hundred meters away from him, Sheng Mian had just experienced a life and death experience.
After hanging up the phone, Sang Jiu immediately took out the mirror and felt that his condition was not good, so he started to reapply his lipstick.
After applying some blush to brighten her complexion, she looked at Sang Tinggu with a smile.
"My husband from Yancheng is coming to see me. Brother, can you stay out of the way?"
Sang Tingyu is not as brainless as her. Fu Yancheng took the initiative to come to her. This is not a good thing.
"Xiaojiu, you haven't done anything recently, have you?"
Sang Jiu wanted to say no, but thinking about Sheng Mian who was still unconscious in the corridor, no one knew whether she was dead or alive.
Her eyebrows suddenly frowned. Wind must have done this very carefully and no one would know.
She quickly took out her cell phone and sent a message to Wind, asking him to hide Sheng Mian.
"No, brother, I've been taking good care of myself these past two days."
Sang Tinggu no longer interfered.
Fifteen minutes later, a "bang" sounded in his ears.
An off-road vehicle knocked down the iron gate and rushed straight towards him.
Fortunately, the place where he and Sang Jiu were sitting had steps, so cars couldn't get up.
The car stopped in front of them, and then Fu Yancheng strode off.
The heavy rain had stopped at this moment, but his body was filled with the smell of rain, and there was also a manic aura.
"Husband Yancheng!"
Sang Jiu's eyes were filled with joy, and he desperately wanted to get closer.
But the next second, Fu Yancheng took out a gun and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The bullet hit Sang Jiu's shoulder.
Sang Jiu was so frightened that his whole body froze, his face turned pale, he felt severe pain in his body, and then he had a heart attack at this time.
Seeing this scene, Sang Tingyu felt that his eyes were about to burst.
"Fu Yancheng! Are you crazy?"
He approached quickly, but Fu Yancheng grabbed Sangjiu who was suffering from illness.
"Where is Sheng Mian?"
Sang Jiu felt like she was about to faint, but her arm was held tightly by someone, and Fu Yancheng didn't allow her to faint at all.
It feels so uncomfortable, my heart hurts.
Sang Tingyu was so frightened that she wanted to help her up, but Fu Yancheng's gun was quickly aimed at Sang Jiu's temple.
"Sang Tingyu, if you take one more step forward, I will let her die in front of you."
Sang Tinggu felt as if someone had tapped his acupuncture points, and he did not dare to move any more.
He looked at Fu Yancheng with a serious face, Fu Yancheng almost grabbed Sang Jiu's arm with blood stains.
"I'll ask you again, where is Sheng Mian?"
Sang Jiu's breathing was so heavy that she felt like she could no longer see clearly. She was breathing heavily, but she still felt that there was not much oxygen left around her and she was about to suffocate.
Sang Tingyu was watching from a few meters away, wishing he could stab Fu Yancheng to death.
"Xiaojiu has a heart disease. Let her take the medicine first. Otherwise, if something happens to her, you won't be able to save Sheng Mian."
He was still calm and directly threw the medicine Sang Jiu wanted to take.
Fu Yancheng caught it and stuffed it into Sang Jiu's mouth without politeness.
When Sang Jiu's condition got better, he let go of his hand and she slid to the ground.
Fu Yancheng's gun was still pointed at her temple, "I don't have much patience. Where is Sheng Mian?"
Sangjiu felt pain and hatred, and tears were streaming down her face.
Sang Tingyu was also worried about what she had really done to make Fu Yancheng so crazy.
"Xiaojiu, have you hidden Shengmian?"
"I didn't, woo woo woo, I didn't."
As soon as she finished speaking, a gunshot rang out, this time it shot through her other shoulder.
