just kiss me

Chapter 71 Delay
Song Miao coughed twice, spat out the rice, licked the water on his lips, and then lowered his head and wolfed down the meal.

That year in the slums, she saw this kind of scene a lot, she was not afraid, it was nothing more than a death.

Or, she still has hope of not dying!
The man saw that she didn't look like a delicate woman, and laughed, "I heard from Zhang Lan that you are an amateur in the entertainment industry. I didn't expect you to have this side. Come, take a picture of her!"

Song Miao ignored it and continued to eat his own.

Dignity and life.

She chooses her life!

After eating almost, the man casually threw away the disposable lunch box, pinched her cheeks and forced her to look up, "Say! Where did Song Haisheng take Dong XZ!"

"What!" Song Miao spat out a few words with difficulty, the wound on his cheek was pinched open, and warm blood flowed down again.

"Sample!" The man bit out two words and stared at her viciously, "Your father stole our sample! Return it to us and let you go."

"Heh—" Song Miao laughed, as if he felt that the person in front of him was a fool, the corners of his mouth parted a little, a little scary.

"He said he gave it to me? It was Zhang Lan who said it."

"Tell me quickly! Otherwise, it's not just a matter of whipping you twice!" The man tried his best, not wanting to torture her too much, he just wanted to quickly find out where Song Haisheng left Dong XZ.

"If you kill me, no one will know!"

Song Miao uttered a sentence word by word, and then she passed out in his hands.

This time it was really dizzy.

The man frowned and waved his hand behind him, "Splash water."

A bucket of salt water splashed all over Song Miao's body and fell into the wound, causing her to curl up together.

"Speak or not!"

Song Miao just smiled lightly and didn't speak.

She was sure that the person in front of her would not kill her.

The man slapped her across the face and scoffed viciously: "Say! Otherwise, I'll scratch your face!"

Song Miao spat out a mouthful of blood. The feeling of fullness gave her some strength. She raised her head, looked at the silhouette in the darkness, and smiled lightly, "Why don't I help you find what Song Haisheng brought?"

"Do you know why?" Song Miao said before he could speak, "Because I am not his biological daughter, if something is important, why did he give it to me? I think Zhang Lan may have lied to you, maybe she took Something is gone!"

The man in the dark is silent.

For a moment, he strangled Song Miao's neck and sneered, "If the things are not with you, then there is no need for you to exist!"

He gradually tightened his hands, and Song Miao couldn't breathe.

Song Miao struggled a few times, but she was indeed exhausted, and closed her eyes as if begging for death.

It seems easier to die than to live.

Song Miao, this is your own fault.

Be soft-hearted, be soft-hearted again!

People are not half grateful and trying to kill you!
You must remember it clearly in your next life!
The scourge will last for thousands of years!
I can't be soft-hearted anymore!
Suddenly, the man let go of her neck and snorted coldly.

"Begging to die! It's not that easy! Wait until I get Zhang Lan here, and then we'll see who of you is telling the truth!"

boom--

The iron door was kicked open, and a strong light was cast from above.

Song Miao forced himself to open his eyes to see where he was before the iron door closed.

The last gleam of light faded, and she closed her eyes to relieve the sting.

There are stairs.

Should be the basement.

The smell of chemical reagents in the mud is so strong, it should be near the chemical plant.

She fell to the ground and lay down to sniff the chemicals in the soil.

Jincheng's industrial zone has been planned to the outskirts these years, so the strong smell should not be in the new industrial zone.

There are only a few old chemical plants.

She was quick enough to figure out where she was.

Gathering up his strength, he jumped up vigorously, took a few breaths, and then slowly moved towards the iron gate.

The whip wounds on her legs and arms rubbed lightly against the clothes with her movements, and the pain was so thin that she broke out in a cold sweat.

After finally moving to the iron gate, she took a heavy breath before looking at the scene outside through the gap.

It was dark and invisible, but when she turned around, the iron plate on the iron door rekindled her desire to run away.

Squatting down, he grinds the rope on his hands without haste.

(End of this chapter)