The scale in Yunchen's heart just felt more unbalanced, and he shouted: "But if something happens to Xia Xingcheng by then, will you be responsible for me? You are really good at telling lies."
Seeing him chattering endlessly, Sheng Yeting suddenly felt more like a clown.
With just a slight flick, the men's volleyball team Yunchen's hand was thrown away, and he fell back two steps unsteadily.
"Then I'll tell you, I, Sheng Yeting. If anything happens to this responsible person, I will definitely get her back in time." With that, Sheng Yeting took two steps closer and approached. Yunchen's face magnified infinitely in front of him, "And to say the least, you have no position to care about her."
He, Sheng Yeting, is the one who can care about her and take care of her.
Unknowingly, Yunchen was ridiculed again, and the last bit of smile on his face disappeared, leaving only dissatisfaction and indifference.
"Okay, I remember it. I hope you can remember what you said today, and I will treat it well in the future..."
"No need, since I said it, I will keep it in mind. It won't be like you."
Sheng Yeting just left without giving him any more expressions.
Yunchen looked at Sheng Yeting's generous back, his narrow eyes finally filled with a little loss.
Although he absolutely didn't want to admit it, he had no choice but to acquiesce: Sheng Yeting had a certain temperament that he really didn't deserve, and he didn't know how long it would take him to cultivate it.
Sheng Yeting stepped slightly on his long legs and immediately stepped onto the sports car. Someone immediately drove him away behind him.
The roaring vehicles flashed past, and all that was left was a burst of dust.
After such an argument with Sheng Yeting, Yun Chen didn't feel happy, but felt extremely tired, as if all the saliva he had just spent was used for physical work.
"What a headache." Now that Sheng Yeting has left, there is no point in staying here alone. He turned around and prepared to solve his own problems.
On the noisy street, Xia Xingcheng walked aimlessly alone.
At this time, she seemed out of tune with the surrounding atmosphere, as if she was trapped in a small independent space, depressed and lonely.
Xia Xingcheng's mind was still thinking about what had just happened, and she didn't know whether she should be angry or chilled. Xiaobao has become what he is now, but these two people still have the heart to fight and risk their lives over these things. When she saw the two of them holding real swords and guns, her heart trembled.
Even now, she still feels frightened when she thinks back to the scene just now.
She put her hand in her pocket and carefully touched the body of the gun. She then raised her head and looked around. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that no one noticed her. Xia Xingcheng didn't stop on the street, lowered her head and hurried towards home.
People were coming and going along the way, and everyone was talking and laughing while shopping. Only this strange woman lowered her head and said nothing, and she walked in a hurry. Nothing around him seemed to interest him.
The messy broken hair blocked the curious sight of the outside world, and also blocked Xia Xingcheng's reddish eyes. Tears were swirling, as if they would fall down with just a blink of an eye.
Suddenly, Xia Xingcheng had a strange feeling, as if... She turned around suddenly and looked back. Apart from the people talking and laughing, there seemed to be nothing unusual around her.
"Am I overthinking it?"
He frowned slightly, a little doubtful, and touched the hard object with his hand in his pocket again. The pistol in his pocket hurt him, but now it seemed that it was the only one that could bring him some reliable sense of security.
Xia Xingcheng was a little scared, so she stopped delaying and quickened her pace and rushed home.
As soon as she entered the house, Xia Xingcheng immediately locked the door, leaned against the door and listened carefully to what was going on outside. It was quiet outside, with only the rustle of the branches swaying in the wind and the chirping of unknown birds. There was nothing that sounded strange.
Xia Xingcheng breathed a sigh of relief and slid straight along the door to sit on the ground. The walk back seemed to have exhausted all her strength.
Tears once again filled her eyes. Through the tears, she saw the scene of the two men pointing guns at each other's heads. That scene scared her. They were two indispensable existences in her life. If...if she loses someone today, she will regret it for the rest of her life.
"Xiaobao, mom... what should mom do?" Xia Xingcheng hugged her knees, burying her head in her knees and sobbing lowly, "Why do you do this to the two of us? Obviously... my Xiaobao is so kind, why did God To do this to him..."
The sound became louder and louder, and the soft sobs finally turned into howls. At this time, Xia Xingcheng was crying like a child. It was not because of anything, but because she was too depressed and cried to vent. It seems that only in this way can I feel a little better.
After a while, Xia Xingcheng stopped crying. She stood up slowly while holding on to the door. Sitting here for so long made her feel a little weak in her legs.
Touching his pocket, the gun was still lying there quietly, its hard touch giving people a sense of peace of mind at all times. Xia Xingcheng took it out decisively. It was small and looked very reliable in her hand. After weighing it in the palm of his hand for a few times, Xia Xingcheng said to himself, "What should I do with this thing?"
She thought for a moment and decided to keep it. After all, she didn't know what she would encounter in the future. It would be a good thing to have a decent gun to protect herself and Xiaobao. This was Cong Yunchen and The gadget snatched from Sheng Yeting's hand. Even if it's not very good, it's definitely not ordinary.
Looking around, the house is clean and it seems unrealistic to just stuff it in any corner. She walked to her closet and opened the bottom drawer. There were quite a few things inside, and all her clothes were neatly stacked inside.
Xia Xingcheng thought for a while, opened the innermost part, stuffed the pistol into the bottom of her clothes, and covered it with various clothes. I don't often open this drawer, so it's quite safe to put it here.
Seeing that there were no flaws at all, Xia Xingcheng nodded with satisfaction and pushed the drawer. She stood there in deep thought, wondering if she would have a chance to hold it in her hand again, or maybe it would sleep here forever and she would never need it.
Xia Xingcheng recalled the strange feeling she had at that moment on the way back, that someone was following her. She also thought about whether she was too sensitive, but this feeling came to her heart again and again, making her give up the idea. Someone must be following her! This must not be an illusion!
(End of chapter)