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

The next afternoon, when they returned to Baijiang City, Ai Xiaoqi refused to go with the two of them.

"You guys go back to the capital, I want to go back by myself."

"Sister, it's on the way..."

Lu Hao pulled the pouting Dao Ye into the car and whispered to Ai Xiaoqi, "It's not comfortable for the first time, so adjust yourself. I'll wait for you in H City."

Lu Hao and Dao Ye also cared about her, but they both felt that people had to rely on themselves. Besides, this was just a small matter and she would get over it in a short while, so there was no need to take it to heart.

They will never be able to comfort others with gentle voices in their entire lives. If it were them, they would handle things alone.

This is their iron-blooded care.

Ai Xiaoqi nodded slightly and got on the train heading south.

He didn't want to take a plane, and she didn't want the pace to be too fast. She wanted to slowly ease her mood.

It takes ten hours to get to H City by this green train, which allows her to relax.

At the border initial station, there were very few people getting on the train. As far as the eye could see, there were only a dozen passengers in one carriage, and there was no one around Ai Xiaoqi.

It just suited her needs.

After leaving the city, Ai Xiaoqi opened the car window and the strong wind that was squeezed in by the speeding car made her cheeks hurt slightly.

But the wind was not only not cold, but also took away her stuffiness.

With her head propped up on her elbows, she quietly watched the scenery flashing by in the distance, her white T-shirt rustling. She was adapting to her identity as a murderer, no, a killer.

The bloody hole on the tall Caucasian man's forehead and the crack on the back of his head did not make her feel pity.

At that moment, Ai Xiaoqi realized that he was cold-blooded and talented in killing people.

Completing the task assigned by Lu Hao was like solving a math problem. When the time came, all he had to do was solve it perfectly.

For two hours, Ai Xiaoqi saw the barren mountains in the distance, the dilapidated villages, the lazy smoke from cooking fires, and passed through a dark mountain tunnel. When he came out, he found that it had already darkened.

Looking at the sparse passengers and smelling the strong aroma of instant noodles, it was getting dark.

She was not hungry, and turned her head towards the last rays of sunlight on the mountains.

Suddenly Ai Xiaoqi's eyes narrowed.

The train was crossing a country road, and a bloody man was seen a hundred meters away, which made Ai Xiaoqi's eyes become sharp.

Ai Xiaoqi didn't pause for a moment. She opened the window as wide as possible, popped out her slender body, grabbed the window with both arms, and jumped onto the speeding train carriage.

The train was still speeding, Ai Xiaoqi stood between heaven and earth, thin and arrogant, her short hair flying, her white T-shirt sticking to her body due to the fierce wind.

With just this one move, the man was already five hundred meters away.

She wouldn't be mistaken, that was Mr. Feng, the Mr. Feng who had donated to the orphanage for many years.

Looking at the slightly flat wasteland ahead, Ai Xiaoqi leaped forward flexibly, rolled over, and landed safely.

Without hesitation, Ai Xiaoqi ran towards Feng Yao like a nimble little leopard.

Ai Xiaoqi was too fast. When Feng Yao opened his hazy eyes alertly, Ai Xiaoqi's index finger had already reached his nostrils.

Live.

After Feng Yao was injured, he sent his location to Liao Mang and fell asleep. Ai Xiaoqi suddenly appeared in front of him, and he thought it was a dream.

Ever since Ai Xiaoqi took the bullet for him, he often dreams of her.

Ai Xiaoqi's pale little face pressed against his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Wherever he touched, warm blood flowed through his fingers, into his wrist, and all over the ground.

Seeing Ai Xiaoqi at this time still made Feng Yao feel sad and pity for her.

In the gloomy wilderness, Feng Yao murmured doubtfully: "You... are still alive?"

His fingers subconsciously touched Ai Xiaoqi's cheek.

Ai Xiaoqi frowned and decisively pressed Feng Yao's head into her arms.

Feng Yao was still on the way to wakefulness. The sweet and soft touch made him feel overwhelmed. What was going on? Was he... dead?

Feng Yao looked up in confusion, trying to digest the weirdness in front of him. The tip of his nose and lips accidentally touched Ai Xiaoqi's jaw. As their bodies touched, a current quickly spread throughout his body, and Feng Yao lowered his head in shame.

Ai Xiaoqi lowered her eyes in dissatisfaction, took a break, and flicked her finger accurately on Feng Yao's cheek.

"Snapped."

Ai Xiaoqi respects and appreciates Feng Yao, but that doesn't mean Feng Yao can cross the line.

Feng Yao pursed his lips and lowered his head, acting as obedient as a puppy who had done something wrong, his cheeks and ears became even redder.

It was the first time in his life that he was slapped. His heartbeat accelerated, but he did not resist. He was still worried in his heart: "I didn't mean it. Is she angry?"

It feels so good to be around her.

"There was a faint scent of jasmine, and her body was warm. She was alive."

"My arm hurts so much, I can't move it."

Feng Yao was daydreaming about the last time Ai Xiaoqi saved him and touched and kissed him randomly. Fortunately, this time, Ai Xiaoqi was still honest.

Then, Feng Yao opened his eyes wide, and a slightly cool slender palm stroked his lower back along his armpit, chest and abdomen.

Another electric current drew an arc along the slightly cool fingers and penetrated into every pore.

Although Feng Yao was somewhat looking forward to this feeling, he was still wondering whether he should react or pretend to struggle and resist.

Just as he was about to reluctantly pull Ai Xiaoqi's hand away, the pistol at his waist was held in Ai Xiaoqi's hand. He skillfully checked the magazine with one hand and turned on the safety.

Ai Xiaoqi protected Feng Yao's head with her shoulders, put her hands under his armpits, and dragged him behind a big rock.

Aim in the direction of the country road.

After a series of actions, Feng Yao finally heard the sound of a car engine. Feng Yao awkwardly tapped his toes to find a three-bedroom, one-living-room house. It was his Maybach. He was being too self-indulgent.

He thought Ai Xiaoqi was deliberately flirting with him again.

She must have discovered her car and thought that the people who were chasing her had arrived, so she used her life to protect herself.

"What a keen hearing."

Yes, how could there be a Maybach in this poor mountain village? It would be strange if I didn’t become suspicious.

Feng Yao looked up at her. She had a fair swan neck, a smooth jawline, pale pink lips, curled eyelashes, and a cold and murderous look. It was obvious that she was ready to shoot at any time.

Feng Yao felt a pain in his arm and spoke carefully.

"Hey, that's my car."

Ai Xiaoqi lowered her head to look at Feng Yao in the crook of her shoulder. Feng Yao's heart was beating fast and he didn't dare to look her in the eye.

Ai Xiaoqi confirmed the look and put down the gun.

Feng Yao can speak, so he should be fine.

Ai Xiaoqi gently pushed Feng Yao against the stone and looked him up and down.

He asked gently, "Where are you hurt?"

Feng Yao glanced at his arm.

Ai Xiaoqi has already discovered this wound, which is a gunshot wound. The man is covered in blood, so he should have other injuries.

"anything else?"

"Gone."

Feng Yao stared at Ai Xiaoqi without blinking, making sure that she was the little girl who protected him from bullets in St. Ivel Church.

The drooping hair and beautiful features were exactly the same as that day.

Ai Xiaoqi ignored his blunt gaze and asked again: "It's gone? Why is there so much blood?"

"other's."

Feng Yao didn't say that this injury was caused by his self-abuse.

He finally got news about Gong Yi and secretly led people to the Caucasus to surround him, but he still let him escape.

Today he couldn't suppress his inner rage and shot himself. The wound wasn't deep but the pain calmed him down.

Ai Xiaoqi stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and waited for Liao Mang and Yuntian to come over. They were not much better than Feng Yao.

There is blood and wounds.

The sky was getting darker. Liao Mang and Yun Tian, ​​who ran closer, were also stunned when they saw Ai Xiaoqi clearly. They didn't say anything and just squatted down to look at Feng Yao.

Liao Mang checked Feng Yao's injuries and did not suppress his hostility towards Ai Xiaoqi.

"Brother Yao, how did you get hurt?"

Feng Yao quickly understood what Liao Mang meant and explained, "It has nothing to do with her."