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Chapter 259 Do You Know What Kind of Crime Is an Attempted Murder?
Under the streetlight, the accomplices of the white-skinned man wanted to stop her when they saw this.

Zheng Weiwei was pushed and shoved on the ground, and his back was in pain like a fire.Just now when she was pushing and shoving, her forehead hit a piece of ruined wall, now, blood is oozing out little by little.

Her vision was a little blurred, and when she was blurred, she saw a man reaching out to approach her.

Those men had a sour smell, and they could smell it clearly without getting close.

Zheng Qingqing held the broken porcelain piece in his palm, and it was embedded in the flesh of his palm, bloody and bloody.

With red eyes, she looked at the approaching man and tried her best to defend herself with the broken tiles in her hands.But in the end it was fruitless, Zheng Qingqing heard the sound of the clothes being torn apart.

However, the expected disgusting touch did not happen.

Some warm and scarlet liquid splashed on the face, Zheng Weiwei saw the men who were smiling just now, and fell down one by one.

At the last moment of coma, Zheng Qingwei saw Lu Xicheng.

He was wearing a white suit, and the scalpel on his right hand was stained with blood, dripping down bit by bit.His sleeves were splashed with blood, and on the cuffs, there was an intense bright red.His brows and eyes were so cold, as if they contained ice and snow, an indifferent color that couldn't be melted away.

At this moment, he looked at her, smiled slowly, and said silently with his lips: "Gently, don't be afraid."

But her heart was cold and she was terrified to the extreme.
When Zheng Weiwei woke up, she found herself in a ward.The person beside him is Shen Zhao.

He looked at her with a gentle expression between his brows and eyes, without much emotion: "You're awake."

Zheng looked at him lightly, her eyes were anxious, she said weakly: "Where's Xicheng? Where's Lu Xicheng?"

Shen Zhao just tucked the corner of the quilt for her, lowered his eyes, and said lightly: "Ah Qing, do you know who the person I most envy is? It's Lu Xicheng."

Zheng Weiwei just looked at her deeply, earnestly and urgently: "Tell me, where is Lu Xicheng?"

There were bloodshot eyes in Shen Zhao's eyes, which spread little by little: "Do you know what kind of crime is attempted murder in Country F?"

"What do you mean? An attempted murder." When she said this, she suddenly remembered the blood on Lu Xicheng's fingertips when she saw Lu Xicheng for the last time last night.

Zheng Qingwei shuddered and sat up from the hospital bed.

She frantically pulled out the needle in her hand, but was stopped by someone.

Who is Shen Zhao? He holds her slightly cold hand, his eyes are serious: "Ah Qing, it's too late. It's too late."

Zheng Weiwei just looked at him straight, without too much emotion or brilliance in his eyes, as if dead ashes: "What do you mean it's too late?"

"He's in the detention center." Shen Zhao's voice was cold and unwavering: "Ah Qing, he attempted to kill, and the rest of his life is considered ruined."

Zheng Weiwei just held her hand suddenly, and she spoke seriously, with such a strong color of hope: "Shen Zhao, you were there that night, right? You were there, Xicheng was here to save me. Shen Zhao , He was trying to save me. The court hasn't pronounced a verdict yet, and the case hasn't been closed yet, so there's still time, Shen Zhao, help him."

Shen Zhao lowered his eyes and looked at the hand she was holding tightly in his palm.

That hand was small and soft, with a needle on it, and blood flowed back into the infusion tube due to excessive movement.Where the needle was pricked, there were blue bumps protruding.

(End of this chapter)