The master of the reborn business girl

Chapter 471 Xiaoye, don't cry

boom.

The gunshots rang out, and Qin Zhan's figure that was rushing up stopped at the stairs. His deep eyes passed through layers of smoke, heavy fire, and finally fell on the slender and slender white figure.

The young man's white suit looked like a holy feather against the flames. The young man held a gun in his hand and maintained the action of pulling the trigger when killing people. The half of his face that can be seen from the side has exquisite eyebrows and eyes, but it is fierce. Very brutal.

In such an instant, Qin Zhan hardly dared to conclude that this was the younger brother he held in his palm and cared for.

Her ruthlessness, the murderous aura that swirls around her, and those cold eyes that kill people without blinking, are completely different from her who is usually as cold as the moon.

Then, Qin Zhan saw a large amount of red blood stains on her shoulders. There was no damage on the clothes, and the traces of blood seeped into the clothes from the skin inside. The wound at that location, coupled with such a familiar figure from the back, Qin Zhan's heart twitched violently.

It turned out that the younger brother I thought of all this time was actually a girl, a ruthless character who held the power of life and death and led a team.

Young Master Ye, Young Master Ye, he didn't realize the connection between the two until now.

It's not that Yunhua has contacts with the Yebang, Yunhua is a member of the Yebang at all.

The complicated emotions in his heart stopped him, until the firefighters finally arrived downstairs, and the sky was full of water, Song Ye turned around and walked back with Yunhua in his arms.

The gazes of each other met in the air, and Song Ye also stopped in his tracks. The coldness in those eyes, which had no time to conceal the murderous intent, was surging outwards, shock, surprise, understanding, sadness, and then everything into indifference.

Song Ye raised his footsteps again, and walked past him with Yunhua in his arms, without saying a word.

If Qin Zhan wanted to arrest her immediately, she would point her gun at him without hesitation.

It was precisely because he understood her determination that Qin Zhan didn't say anything or do anything, but cooperated with her and sent Yunhua to the hospital all the way, and contacted the people from the drug store to help rescue him.

The fire in the middle of the night was extinguished after an hour, and the fire did not spread to other houses. The feedback from Wen Qi after investigation was, "The gas pipes are all normal. After the incident, the safety valves, doors and windows of Song's house were all locked. , was premeditated murder."

Ever since the Bianhua appeared, Song Ye already had a premonition that this explosion was not an accident, and that the killers trained by that organization were not just good at shooting people.They have been trained since childhood and are good at disguising and infiltrating in various forms. They are high IQ criminals.

The lively wedding during the day still lingered, but now everyone was standing in front of the operating room, where Tang Yixiao was lying on half of his body with severe burns, and Yunhua had a miscarriage and hemorrhage was being rescued.

All the festive atmosphere was washed away by the cold smell of disinfectant, and the night gang and Yunye's brothers from No. [-] and No. [-] stood guard in front of the door, silent to each other without speaking.

The atmosphere was oppressive and suffocating.

Wang Qianqian bit her lip, looked at Yuan Song who was leaning against the door as if her soul had been hollowed out, and then looked at Song Ye who was leaning against the wall on the other side far away from the operation door, with a look of loneliness that no one should enter She leaned against Wang Tiechuan's body with a wordless discomfort, and silently rested her head on his arm, not letting herself cry out.

When Qin Zhan went to the nurse's station to get the gauze and came over, he saw Song Ye's head hanging down, standing there alone, unable to see sorrow and joy, as if isolated from the world, that kind of loneliness was like a trapped animal, and he He sealed his heart, allowing himself to be beaten until he died.

He walked over and stood still in front of her, he could only raise his hand and stroke her hair slowly.

it's not your fault.

After understanding what he meant, Song Ye's thin body froze, and her hands on both sides slowly clenched into fists. She gritted her teeth, as if fighting against the floor, and her red eye sockets did not move in that place.

Then, the big hand on the top of the head slid down, pressed her back, and gently hugged her into his arms, his sight was blocked by the white of the shirt, and the eyes that were forced to close were no match for the emotional attack, or maybe it was the person in front of him. The embrace was too warm, Song Ye felt that all emotions were no longer under control, and the surging emotions rushed out, wet her eyes, and wet the man's shoulders.

"Don't cry, Xiaoye, don't cry." Qin Zhan clumsily followed her slightly trembling back. The spine was so thin and thin that it was painful to touch. He pursed the corners of his mouth and coaxed her in a low voice.

Xiaoye, don't cry.

Such a tone as if coaxing a child, Song Ye grabbed his shirt with a generous chest that could shelter her from the wind and rain, gritted her teeth and burst into tears. Only in this man's arms can she cry , to be vulnerable.

Dozens of people in front of the operation gate are all under Song Ye's subordinates. Ever since he was recruited by Song Ye, he has always regarded this tomboy who likes to wear white clothes and pants as a god.

In their hearts, Song Ye is synonymous with omnipotence, an absolutely powerful existence, will never be defeated, and has no shortcomings.

But when they saw her grabbing Qin Zhan's clothes, trembling her thin body slightly, and crying like a child in Qin Zhan's arms, they couldn't help but their eyes turned red, wishing they could slap themselves twice on the spot.

It's true that Song Ye is their boss, but they all forgot that their boss is just a 16-year-old child who is also a flesh and blood person who can hurt and cry.

The bleeding wound on her shoulder hurts too, she just doesn't talk about it.

She will also be tired with so many responsibilities on her body, she just doesn't talk about it.

The ones lying in the operating room were her relatives. She would blame herself, feel flustered and worried, but she just didn't say anything.

Yuan Song leaned far away in front of the door and watched this scene, his dull eyes gradually regained their former brilliance.

He remembered the first time he drove Song Ye, she smiled and said that she would give him a chance, and all the way to the present, she also contributed a lot to the development of this relationship between him and Yunhua.

He still remembered that when Yunhua found out that he was pregnant, Song Ye was happier than his own father, and her care for Yunhua was no less than his own.

But he still said that to her outside the house.

Thinking of this, Yuan Song finally walked up to Song Ye and said solemnly, "Song Ye, I'm sorry."

In front of them, she will never have the qualifications.

Song Ye wiped his face, his eyes were red, and the expression on his face was still a little numb, "The Han family did it, and I am the one they want to target."

Yuan Song shook his head, reached out and patted her on the shoulder, "That was not your intention, you saved the lives of the whole family, I should say thank you to you."

(End of this chapter)