The scumbag's little ancestor hasn't fallen off the horse

Chapter 317 His Accompanying
She vaguely saw the person she hadn't seen for a long time.

That anxious and tense look is like a hallucination, but also very real.

Before Fu Xiuyao fell to the ground, Feng Zhiting picked her up and hugged her, his deep phoenix eyes were unprecedentedly cold.

"Don't catch them yet!" The driver in the van poked his head out and cursed angrily.

The man with the knife thought that the boss would really abandon him just now, so he sat on the ground and dared not move.

One of the remaining six people guarded Lin Feng, and the other five obeyed the order of the court to attack.

Before getting close to Feng Zhiting, when they saw a row of black gun barrels, they froze in place for an instant.

Feng Zhiting carefully protected the girl in his arms, her face was a little pale, her red and tender lips had lost their luster and redness, and the light blue T-shirt was also stained with blood.

"Get rid of them." The cold voice carried a terrifying majesty.

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In his sleep, Fu Xiuyao dreamed about his experience in the laboratory again.

Since coming to country m, she always recalled these things.

Even though I knew it was the past, I knew it was a dream, but I couldn't wake up for some reason.

It's like entering a maze and can't get out.

But today's dream is different, the pain is very strong, not like a dream at all.

A smiling man approached her, holding a syringe in his white-gloved hand.

His smile was eerie, and his whole person looked like a lunatic who was looking for his life.

She endured the pain and bit her lower lip, but her brows and eyes were cold, without any panic.

The black pinholes approached slowly, she snatched them away with one hand, but touched a piece of softness.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and met a pair of familiar and concerned eyes.

"Feng Zhiting?" Surprised and relieved, he was here.

Feng Zhiting reached out and touched her head, and asked in a warm voice: "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Yeah." Fu Xiuyao stared at the blood on his face from her finger, "Sorry, do you want to deal with it?"

"It's okay." He didn't even feel much pain.

Fu Xiuyao looked at her fingers guiltily, only a little fingernail was exposed, how could it hurt someone?
"You've been here all this time?" Fu Xiuyao asked.

"Yeah." Feng Zhiting poured a glass of water from the glass on the table, felt that the water temperature was right, and handed it to her.

He has been looking at her here, seeing her frowning all the time, just like that flight.

It seemed to be a nightmare.

She has been suppressing the discomfort in her heart, and he loves her dearly and wants to share the pain for her.

"How long have I slept?"

"One day soon." Feng Zhiting looked at the clock on the wall, "It's seven o'clock in the evening, let's have dinner later."

"Where is this?" Fu Xiuyao looked around, it didn't look like a hospital, it was more like a hotel.

Feng Zhiting took the water glass and put it back on the table, "This is a hotel, I have invited a doctor over, and I will let her come in to have a look now."

"Thank you." Although there were still many questions in her heart, she didn't say anything.

Soon, a middle-aged woman in a white coat came over with a dissatisfied face, complaining about something in the local dialect of Sarilos, which Fu Xiuyao couldn't understand.

The female doctor thought that she was preparing to go to work in her outpatient clinic in the morning, but she was hurriedly invited by a group of people, saying that someone had been stabbed and it was a girl, and she hoped she would go and see it quickly.

She rushed here in a hurry, worried that the girl would lose too much blood, she was full of worry after seeing the girl's pale face, and the indifferent eyes of the man holding her, the surrounding air seemed to be a little thinner due to his deterrent oppression .

Her heart was dead at that time, how cold and terrifying those eyes are, does God know how scared she is?

God, wouldn't you send the girl to a big hospital? She's just an outpatient general practitioner with seniors and juniors, and she can't afford to offend these big shots.

As a result, she lifted the girl's clothes and took a look.

Just a simple scratch, not as deep as her son's cut when he peeled an apple yesterday.

(End of this chapter)