My iceberg smiled

Chapter 247 Still Alive
Fang Ci felt Han Mochen's nervousness, and nodded vigorously: "Mo Chen, don't worry, let me see the situation of Little Pudding first, maybe it's not as bad as you think."

Han Mo Chen remained silent, but fixed his eyes on the bloody man in Zhuo Qiu's arms, his eyes were red.

"give me."

Zhuo Qiu handed Han Qianxiao to Han Mo Chen almost reflexively.

Han Mochen's hands were still trembling, for fear of breaking the porcelain doll.

He had been afraid to touch the other party just now, fearing that Han Qianxiao was already a cold corpse.

Now that he got it, Han Mochen's heart felt a lot more at ease when that warm and soft body was in his arms, and then it turned into a trace of joy.

alive...

alive...

"Fangci." Han Mochen called out his name.

"I understand." Fang Ci immediately responded tacitly.

At this point he had his medical supplies ready.

In the black Rolls-Royce, Han Qianxiao was laid flat on the seat, and Fang Ci checked her inside.

After some inspection, Fang Ci shook his head.

Seeing Fang Ci's actions, Han Mo Chen's lips suddenly turned pale again.

What does it mean to shake your head?
Hopeless?
He just touched her body, it was still hot, and her breathing was still there, how could it be hopeless?
Han Mochen's cold and nervous expression fell into Fang Ci's eyes, causing Fang Ci to roll his eyes and say, "No life is in danger."

"Then Xiaoxiao... has she been..." Han Mochen looked at Han Qianxiao's blood-stained and partly torn pants, and gradually clenched his hands into fists.

Fang Ci knew what Han Mochen wanted to ask, and that was what he wanted to know.

Has that scum ever violated Pudding?

If it really violated, Fang Ci couldn't imagine what Han Mochen would do.

Xu Changyuan is dead, but Fang Ci thinks that this kind of person can be dealt with with one shot, which is really cheap for him.

Fang Ci's expression also became serious at this moment, and when he stretched out his hand, and was about to slowly take off Han Qianxiao's pants, Han Mochen said, "Wait, I'll come."

Dialect: "..."

Fang Ci didn't move, Han Mochen took over, worried that the other party might be hurt, so he took off Han Qianxiao's clothes very gently and seriously.

At this time, only Han Mochen, Fang Ci, and Han Qianxiao who was covered in blood were left in the car.

Zhuo Qiu went to deal with those two little guys.

The space inside the car was tense and oppressive for a while.

The more Han Qianxiao's clothes were taken off, the more Han Mochen felt distressed.

He saw the bruise on the other's shoulder.

This was accidentally done by Han Qianxiao when he was struggling with Xu Changyuan.

But at this moment, in Han Mochen's eyes, it was so dazzling and frightening that he could hardly imagine what Xiaoxiao had experienced during the hour before he arrived.

When he thought of her hands tied to the head of the bed when he entered, and the blood-stained body, he felt that his heart was being stirred by the knife every second.

……

A difficult half hour passed.

Han Mochen and Fang Ci checked Han Qianxiao's whole body, except for the scars on his neck and shoulders, the other parts were intact.

Even the most private places of girls have not been violated.

This made the two of them greatly relieved.

"So, the blood on the clothes belonged to that man?" Fang Ci murmured, touching his chin.

"Go back to Han's house immediately." Han Mochen didn't answer Fang Ci's words, but gave orders with cold eyes.

(End of this chapter)