Jiang Shuang also don’t mind readily nodded to accompany her and left after sitting for a while.
Yan Yan is a cocktail with a low degree of smoke, but she may be a little dizzy after sitting for a long time. After Jiang Shuang left, she sat with a bar for a while.
"This young lady has a gentleman to hand it to you."
A young student came and took it from the plate.
"Come to the right door corridor ahead."
"Who sent this?" Yan Yan looked up and asked the student
"A very good-looking young man"
Sheng took the tray and left.
Yan Yan blinks. She knows a lot of good-looking young men, but it’s best to belong to Ling.
This tone is really like him.
Get up and contact the back to see if Ling is really not here.
“…”
I wonder what he is going to play again.
Yan Yan sighed and walked towards the note position with the bag.
This corridor is like a lounge, a corridor, marble floors and walls, and there are several closed doors in front of it.
There is no one in the corridor.
Yan Yan bit his lip and felt something was wrong.
Ling will wait for her in a conspicuous place if he asks her out.
I didn’t dare to go inside again. Yan Yan felt a little drumming in her heart and turned around to leave no matter who the drama was, she didn’t want to talk about it.
There is a door behind you.
"Yan Yan"
Yan Yan twist a head
"Wuyuan?"
"Why are you here?"
When Yan Yuan smiled and looked up, he suddenly opened his eyes "carefully"
Before he went to pull Royi, he just dragged people into his arms and the figure behind him had stabbed them with a knife.
As soon as Yan Yuan turned around, he was ready to get a knife in his back, but he didn’t expect a strong wind to come and bang, and the man with the hat was kicked to the ground.
Yan Yuan was hit by him with a shrug and fell out of the front Royi.
Yan Yan’s eyes whirled, and then she heard a bang. The back of her head clearly hit the wall.
The first reaction is pain.
The second reaction is still pain.
The third reaction Before she fell into a coma, she saw Ling was holding a knife from that man in one hand and looking at herself with a face of tension and panic.
It’s panic, fear of losing panic
So flustered that his blood is flowing from his wrist that he doesn’t care …
It must have hurt.
He shouted something that she couldn’t hear or see. It was from her heart that generate made a sound. She really wanted to call his name at the moment.