Chapter 1380 How is the rescue going?
The chaotic world became clear in an instant, reflected in the pupils, all reflecting the color of blood.
She fell to the point where she knelt beside Fu Yancheng, trying to hold his wound.
"Help!"
"Come quickly, help!"
She shouted around, but it felt like the place was too empty, with only her echo ringing.
At this moment, she didn't feel that she was trapped in a chaotic world anymore. She shook Fu Yancheng's body, and tears flowed down unconsciously.
Sister Hong, who was standing on the stairs opposite, clenched the gun in her hand and lowered her head to light a cigarette, but she couldn't light it because her fingers were trembling.
The bodyguards on the side quickly stepped forward.
"Sister Hong, look at this."
Sister Hong was so angry that she slapped him on the head.
"What the hell are you looking at? Send him to the hospital quickly! If it's too late, we'll wait to collect the body!"
"Yes Yes."
Sister Hong wanted to go downstairs, but because her legs were weak, she almost fell to her knees.
Damn it, can you please stop asking her for this kind of thing next time?
"Fu Yancheng!!!"
Someone came forward and wanted to take Fu Yancheng away.
Sheng Mian hugged the person tightly, as if hugging the most important thing, and did not allow others to get close.
But she suddenly woke up, let go of the person, and stood up.
"Send him to the hospital, send him to the hospital quickly."
Everyone in the fighting arena knew how important Fu Yancheng was, and the bodyguard who was helping him was also a little scared.
Sheng Mian pushed him away, "I'll do it."
Her tone became firm again, and she put one of Fu Yancheng's arms around her neck.
After the group got into the car, the bodyguard glanced at Sheng Mian's face through the rearview mirror.
She just held Fu Yancheng's hand tightly with a very pale expression on her face.
The ignorance, innocence, and confusion all disappeared.
The bodyguard did not dare to judge what had just happened, but dutifully sent Fu Yancheng to the hospital.
He was unconscious and needed resuscitation.
Sheng Mian sat in the corridor, sitting quietly.
In the underground fighting arena, Sister Hong had already drank three cups of tea, but she still couldn't suppress her shock.
Last night she suggested just acting. At that time, Fu Yancheng smoked a cigarette and said calmly: "No, she was just hypnotized, not a fool. Her observation ability is stronger than before. She can tell at a glance whether it is true or false. clear."
"Yancheng, what if I really kill you?"
"If you die, just die."
How calm and calm.
Sister Hong was angry when she thought about it, and quickly asked the people on the side.
"What did you say over there? How's the rescue going?"
"The bullet was not close to the heart, so there is no danger to life."
Sister Hong sat back on the chair with a sudden movement, and then she felt that she could breathe.
"Xiaoye, pour me another cup of tea."
Xiaoye is her closest bodyguard and the guest in her bed. She is very young, only twenty years old this year.
Everyone else calls her Sister Hong, except him. He calls her Madam.
"lady."
He poured a cup of tea into her cup respectfully and glanced at her face quietly.
The woman who had always been so at ease was probably really frightened now, with sweat rolling down her face.
"I'm really old. If something like this happens again, my old bones won't be able to bear the torment."
"Madam is still young, not old at all."
Sister Hong smiled, her face a little pale, "That madman, I still feel that the fingertips of the shooter are numb."
Xiaoye quickly lowered his head, half-knelt in front of her, and kneaded her hands with a low eyebrow.
Sister Hong breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back.
