Sweetheart,Don't run away

She just felt a little cold, and wanted to quickly find a shop, and then drink a cup of warm milk tea, so that it would be much warmer. Suddenly, even Aimeng herself could not help tensing her body, a very uncomfortable feeling swept her whole body.

She felt like someone was staring at her, but she looked back and found nothing.

It seems that the same people just now are walking around there in an ordinary way.

But she just felt wrong. She stood in front of a clothing store and pretended to look at something, but it seemed that she saw a group of people through the glass of the clothing store.

Yes, a group of people.

It's like wearing black. She suddenly remembered the shooting incident in the resort a few days ago, and then she was shocked.

All of a sudden, there was a sound of "step, step, step". It was very urgent. It felt like she was running towards her. She wanted to turn her head in panic, but at this time, a male voice suddenly drank.

"Get down!"

Full of majestic male voice, let her instinctively lie down. Then there was the scream of panic, from a lot of people, men and women. When she was still confused and didn't know what had happened, a hand suddenly stretched out and pulled her up heavily. She couldn't even scream, so she was dragged into her arms by a hot body. That is, at the moment when she was pulled up, she noticed that on her side, a woman fell down with blood all over her arm.

Her breathing is short, I don't know what's going on. Some of them didn't react. It's hard to be the group of people I saw just now.

It's for her.

Is it difficult that these people came to her, but how did they come to her? What did she do.

She took a breath of air-conditioning. She was completely blindfolded by what was going on. She suddenly felt that her hands and feet were soft.

"Come with me, this place can't stay long."

The voice that the male can't refuse rings out, strong pull her, running forward.

This scene seems to be really familiar.

It seems that she and Mo Yanke had this kind of thing in the United States last month, but at that time it was in the United States, the country where guns can be used, but now it is in city a, still guns.

She couldn't help looking back. She was just beside her, but the woman who was beaten heavily was covering her arms and lying on the ground. There were many people around her.

There was blood all over the floor.

She stumbles and follows, does not understand anything at all, but the survival instinct, has directed her all movements. Then, she was hugged heavily by the man around her.

The man snorted heavily. She turned to see it, but was ordered by the man.

"Keep running, don't look back."

I don't know. I don't know anything. My head is completely covered.

Run, keep running, run like hell. The only thought in my mind is to run as hard as I can, and I can't turn back. If I don't run, maybe the next one who falls to the ground is her.

All of a sudden, the car skidded across the ground, making a sharp "stabbing" sound and bumping into Aimeng's eyes. The door was opened and a man's voice screamed.

"Come on up!"

She was suddenly quickly pushed up, and then the man who had been dragging her heavily made another dull sound. When she got into the car, she felt that the sound was familiar, just like what happened after Mo Yanke was shot.

Is that right.

In the head, immediately flashed the blood curtain. Then I suddenly remembered what happened in the United States last month. Someone was chasing me. Then Mo Yanke was shot. And then there was blood everywhere.

Then it's the same now, the woman on the ground, her big eyes, the blood on the ground, and her running.

The door clanked and slammed shut. The black car shot out like an arrow.

"Mengmeng, are you ok? Are you hurt?" Finally, when she heard this sentence, she suddenly turned back to see the man sitting beside her, to see the man still holding her arm.

She opened her mouth again, but she couldn't make a sound.

Familiar and strange.

She covered her mouth with one hand and exclaimed in surprise, "Jinghao."

I didn't expect to see this scene again after five years.

Five years later, when he left, it seemed that he was just a passer-by in her life. Later, she went to the house he gave her at that time, and the furnishings in it were still the same as five years ago.

What she looked like when she left was what she looked like inside.

But now he came back without warning.

It's just like the vicissitudes of time. The past five years seem to be 50 years.

The man gave her an evil smile."Long time no see, Mengmeng. I'm back."

That voice, so familiar, familiar, as if everything happened five years ago in front of us.

"Why are you here all of a sudden? When did you come back?" The question in the heart is more and more big, as if thinking, when did this man come back, a series of questions come out.

It made Jinghao laugh.

"I just came back soon, but I didn't expect that I just came back for a hero's rescue. Mo Yanke, why isn't he by your side? It's so dangerous for you to come out alone in this winter."

Speaking of Mo Yanke, Aimeng's head dropped slightly, and the expression on his face seemed to be lost.

However, there was no time for her to lose more. Jinghao suddenly snorted.

Painful voice, attracted AI Meng's attention, she turned her head, looked at Jinghao. I don't hide my worry about him. After all, this man helped her.

"Are you all right? Are you hurt. I'll see where it hurts. "

With a bitter smile, Jing Hao reached out and touched his right arm. After retracting his hand, he opened it. On it, there was blood.

Aimeng took a breath of cold air, and her heart beat suddenly. Because of the fast running and full of sweat face, followed by white, white, white, as if suddenly directly scared general!

"Go to the hospital. You are injured. Did the bullet hit you just now?" At the thought that the bullet that might have been hit on her was so stiffly blocked by Jinghao, she was worried and remorseful. But for her, he would not have been hurt. How all didn't think of, this just met of met this kind of thing.