Get out of the way, the vest boss saves that sick girl

Ai Xiaoqi just pinched it accidentally and didn't let go.

Feng Yao's face looked painful, his ears were congested, and his resilient chest supported Ai Xiaoqi's body.

He leaned close to her ear, with a trembling and forbearing voice.

"Let go."

……

The truth is, Feng Yao was assassinated again as if it were a common occurrence.

It was their first meeting, and Ai Xiaoqi, who just came out to say farewell, inexplicably took the blame for him.

boom……

A bullet penetrated Ai Xiaoqi's ribs coldly, leaving a big gash in her heart, and hot blood instantly gushed out of her chest.

Ai Xiaoqi didn't know there would be bullets if she took a step forward, nor did she know the pain. All she had in her eyes was the romantic holiday and Zhan Ze who betrayed her in the window on the second floor.

The powerful thrust caused Ai Xiaoqi to lunge forward, and a tear of blood slid down in a shocking manner.

The calm and composed Feng Yao blurred before her eyes.

Feng Yao drew his gun skillfully, but Ai Xiaoqi held down Feng Yao's arm with one hand, slowing him down.

The other hand wantonly grabbed the life-saving straw - Feng Xiaoyao.

The moment she fell into Feng Yao’s arms.

For the first time, Feng Yao's mind went blank, his face changed drastically, his earlobes, cheeks, and all visible skin turned slightly red.

He never cared about the assassination of the killer.

But facing Ai Xiaoqi who was so close to him, he was terrified, shy, confused and bewildered.

The innocent Feng Xiaoyao was also frightened. He shrank into a ball out of trembling fear and someone grabbed his neck and wouldn't let go.

The thrust of the bullet hit Ai Xiaoqi, and she couldn't see clearly those deep eyes.

He kissed Feng Yao's lips hard, it hurt so much and so forcefully that Feng Yao even had a nosebleed.

"Come on."

The icy, soft lips made Feng Yao's inky eyes shrink slightly, and a tingling numbness spread through every pore of his body, even to his fingertips and toes. His whole body and mind seemed to be trapped in an electrified cloud, too soft to grasp, too numb to use any strength.

First kiss, just like that.

The feeling just now was painful, soft, static, cold, tender and moist, and it was really hard to describe...

Feng Yao's face looked painful, his ears turned red with shame, and he supported Ai Xiaoqi's body with his chest.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Let go."

Ai Xiaoqi didn't listen, she wouldn't let go, Feng Yao after the Qingming Festival, and she pushed away the fingers that were tightly holding Feng Xiaoyao's.

The image of the withered Ai Xiaoqi in front of him gradually became clearer. He felt that he should be angry, but...

So he showed impotent anger.

"Why did you come here..."

Ai Xiaoqi's body slid down Feng Yao's slender curves, and blood mist sprayed all over Feng Yao's white collar and sexy Adam's apple.

Ai Xiaoqi, who caused a tremor in Feng Yao's life trajectory, suddenly invaded him, stirred up the dark lake in his heart, and then abandoned him in an instant.

Feng Yao instinctively hooked onto Ai Xiaoqi's sliding body.

Shame and anger dyed his fair cheeks red, his nose was dripping with blood, and his heart couldn't help but beat wildly.

Feng Yao wiped the blood from his nose with one hand, frowned, and looked down at the dying Ai Xiaoqi. Before his heart could even ripple, Ai Xiaoqi was no longer breathing.

For the first time, Feng Yao felt like a normal person, and the pain in his heart was fleeting.

Ai Xiaoqi knew nothing because she was dead, and her consciousness was frozen at the moment she saw Zhan Ze.

Liao Mang took Ai Xiaoqi from Feng Yao's arms.

"Brother Yao, are you okay?"

Feng Yao carefully felt Feng Xiaoyao, he was unharmed and still doing fine.

"……fine."

Feng Yao knew that Liao Mang was not asking about the assassination, but about his emotions.

Liao Mang was stunned by Feng Yao's reaction. The girl died in front of him, touched him unscrupulously, and covered him with blood, but he was really fine. How could this be?

The killer failed in his attack and quickly disappeared, with several bodyguards chasing after him.

……

Feng Yao had never expected that his support for the St. Ivel Church Orphanage would make Ai Xiaoqi so grateful.

Are there really such stupid people in the world who are willing to give him another life just for such a tiny amount of support?

Feng Yao lazily curled up on the sofa, savoring the cup of authentic latte, calm and indifferent.

Her long eyelashes drooped, leaving a shadow under her eyelids. She stared at the laptop on her lap, processing the matters at hand.

His days returned to dead silence.

"Brother Yao, Ai Xiaoqi is dead. Moreover, on the way to the crematorium, the hearse caught fire and no one survived."

This was what Feng Yao had ordered Liao Mang to investigate. Feng Yao pressed his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "Okay, I got it. You can arrange the compensation."

"Okay, Brother Yao, are you really okay?"

Feng Yao was as calm as a deep pool and did not change his movements.

He snorted through his nose: "Hmm."

At this moment, the spark that remained in Feng Yao's heart was extinguished in an instant with a soft "hmm" and a last gasp. All that was left in his life was working hard.

Liao Mang looked at Feng Yao a few more times and then stepped back.

Feng Yao's aura carries murderous intent, and no one dares to look him in the eye for more than ten seconds. Even Liao Mang, his brother who grew up together, doesn't dare to touch Feng Yao easily.

Liao Mang found it strange that the girl died in Feng Yao's arms and sprayed blood all over him, but Feng Yao could be so calm, not going crazy, not hurting himself, and not grinding the girl to dust. This was strange and elusive.

That day, he just calmly walked into the bathroom, cleaned his body, and came out after a long time.

Liao Mang couldn't guess Feng Yao's intention. In the past, Feng Yao never asked about all the follow-up trivial matters, and he wouldn't even take care of them personally. He was only responsible for taking care of Feng Yao personally.

This time Feng Yao probably meant for him to handle it personally: "Compensation, Brother Yao said that he wanted me to personally take care of the compensation."

……

Bloody Mary is a god-level existence. Ghost-faced Lu Hao wants to take Ai Xiaoqi away silently, which is really a waste of talent.

After performing three operations, Sha Xiaoguang was almost exhausted before he finally removed the shrapnel from Ai Xiaoqi's body.

Ai Xiaoqi really miraculously recovered her weak breathing.

That day, Ai Xiaoqi finally regained some strength.

A familiar voice came to my ears. It was Sha Xiaoguang, the doctor who saved me.

"Hao, I saved this little girl, if you give me another 10 billion, we'll be even."

"Am I a money printer? Or am I your father the God of Wealth? You have emptied the entire Longteng, and you still want more?" Lu Hao's words were rude and casual.

Sha Xiaoguang didn't care about Lu Hao's expression, and hooked his finger and said, "It's only natural to get paid for treating illnesses, hurry up."

Lu Hao bit the cigarette butt and pointed at Ai Xiaoqi jokingly: "She is valuable, you can ask her for it."

Faced with Lu Hao's rogue behavior, Sha Xiaoguang rolled his eyes and raised his hands in surrender.

"Okay, okay, I've been working in vain. Let me tell you, the research institute is struggling to make ends meet. We need to get some money quickly."

Lu Hao and Sha Xiaoguang went out to smoke.

The only person left by Ai Xiaoqi's side is a cute little brother with big eyes, a young boy who already has the potential to become a handsome guy.

"better?"

Daoye had never seen such a beautiful sister before, and he had been attracted to her after being with her day and night.

So he tried to make his voice sound cute, warm and gentle, for fear of scaring her.

Looking at Daoye's crescent eyes, Ai Xiaoqi nodded slightly.

She knew his name was Xiaodao, he was about thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed like an adult, always wearing suits like others, and looked a little precocious. Although he was very cool and awesome, it was obvious that he was still a child.

Seeing her nod, Xiaodao asked with concern, "Can you move?"

Ai Xiaoqi nodded again.

Looking at the cute Ai Xiaoqi who was forcing a smile, Daoye revealed his bright smile.

"Sister, we are leaving soon."

Ai Xiaoqi's lips were cracked, and his voice sounded like it was sprinkled with fine sand, low, hoarse and trembling.

"Where are you going?" This was the first time Ai Xiaoqi spoke, and her voice was very unpleasant.

Dao Ye thought about it and didn't know how to answer: "Uh, this is really hard to say."

Just then Lu Hao came back.

An arm like an iron clamp lifted Ai Xiaoqi off the bed.

Daoye's voice was a little anxious: "Hey, hey, hey, brother Hao, can you be gentler? Are you leaving now? My sister is not well yet."

"Well, let's go. They can't wait any longer over there."