boom.
The gunfire rang out, and Qin Zhan's figure rushing upward stopped at the entrance of the stairs. His deep gaze passed through the layers of smoke and heavy firelight, and finally fell on the slender white figure.
The young man's white suit looked like a piece of holy feather against the flames. The young man held a gun in his hand, and he still maintained the action of pulling the trigger when killing people. The half of his face that could be seen from the side was delicate but ruthless. Very violent.
For a moment, Qin Zhan almost didn't dare to conclude that this was the younger brother he held in the palm of his hand to protect.
Her ruthlessness, the murderous aura swirling around her, and her cold eyes that kill without blinking, are completely different from the usually cold moon-like person she is.
Then, Qin Zhan saw the large area of red blood on her shoulder. There was no damage on the clothes. The traces of blood seeped into the clothes from the skin inside. The wound at that location, coupled with such a familiar back, Qin Zhan's heart twitched violently.
It turned out that the younger brother he had always thought of was actually a girl, a ruthless character who held the power of life and death and led a team.
Young Master Ye, Young Master Ye, it was only now that he discovered the connection between the two.
It's not that Yunhua has any dealings with the Ye Gang, Yunhua is simply a member of the Ye Gang.
The complicated emotions in his heart stopped him in his tracks until the firemen finally arrived downstairs. Water poured down from the sky. Song Ye turned around and walked back with Yunhua in his arms.
The eyes of each other met in the air, and Song Ye also stopped. The eyes that had no time to hide the murderous intent were cold and cold. All the emotions in that moment were surging outwards, shock, surprise, understanding, sadness, and then everything. Turn into indifference.
Song Ye picked up his steps again and passed by him with Yun Hua in his arms without saying a word.
If Qin Zhan wanted to arrest her right now, she would point her gun at him without hesitation.
It was precisely because he understood her determination that Qin Zhan said nothing or did nothing. He just cooperated with her and sent Yunhua to the hospital all the way, and contacted people from the medicine store to rush over to assist in the rescue.
The fire in the middle of the night was extinguished after an hour, and the fire did not spread to other houses. The feedback from Wenqi's investigation was that "the gas pipes were all normal. After the incident, the safety valves, doors and windows of the Song family were all locked." , it was intentional murder.”
Ever since Bianhua appeared, Song Ye had already had a premonition that the explosion was not an accident, and that the killer trained by the organization did not just shoot and kill. They have been trained since childhood and are good at disguises and various forms of infiltration. They are highly intelligent criminals.
The lively wedding during the day was still warm, but now everyone was standing in front of the operating room. Tang Yixiao was lying inside with severe burns on half of his body, and Yunhua was being treated for miscarriage and hemorrhage.
All the festive atmosphere was washed away by the smell of cold disinfectant. Dozens of Ye Gang and Yun Ye's brothers stood guard in front of the door, each other silent and silent.
The atmosphere was oppressive and suffocating.
Wang Qianqian bit her lip and looked at Yuan Song, who was leaning against the door, as if his soul had been hollowed out. Then she looked at Song Ye, who was far away from the operating door and leaning against the wall alone, looking as lonely as a stranger. A sense of silent discomfort caused her to lean against Wang Tiechuan and rest her head on his arm silently to prevent herself from crying.
When Qin Zhan went to the nurse station to get gauze, he saw Song Ye's head hanging down, standing there alone, with no trace of sadness or joy, as if he was isolated from the world. The loneliness was like a trapped animal, trapping him. His heart was sealed, and he was allowed to hit his head and bleed until he died.
He walked over and stood in front of her. Without speaking a word, he could only raise his hand and slowly stroke it along the ends of her hair.
it's not your fault.
After understanding what he meant, Song Ye's thin body froze, and the hands on her sides slowly clenched into fists. She gritted her teeth, as if struggling with the floor, and her red eyes remained fixed in that spot.
Then, the big hand on top of his head slid down, pressed her back, and gently hugged her into his arms. His sight was blocked by a piece of white shirt, and the eyes that were forced to close were no match for the attack of emotions, or maybe they were the ones in front of him. The embrace was too warm, and Song Ye felt that all her emotions were no longer under control. The surging emotions rushed out, making her eyes wet and the man's shoulders.
"Don't cry, Xiaoye, don't cry." Qin Zhan clumsily followed her slightly shaking back. The spine within reach was so thin and thin that it made people feel distressed. He pursed his lips and coaxed her in a low voice.
Xiaoye, don't cry.
With such a tone like coaxing a child, and a chest that was generous enough to shelter her from the wind and rain, Song Ye quickly grabbed his shirt, gritted her teeth and burst into tears. Only in this man's arms could she cry. , to be vulnerable.
The dozens of people in front of the surgery door are all Song Ye's subordinates. Ever since he was recruited by Song Ye, they have always regarded this tomboy who likes to wear white clothes and white pants as a god.
In their hearts, Song Ye is synonymous with omnipotence and an absolutely powerful existence that will never be defeated and has no shortcomings.
But when they saw her grabbing Qin Zhan's clothes, shaking her thin body slightly, crying like a child in Qin Zhan's arms, they all couldn't help but blush, wishing they could slap themselves on the spot.
It's true that Song Ye is their boss, but they have forgotten that their boss is just a sixteen-year-old child, a person of flesh and blood who can feel pain and cry.
The bleeding wound on her shoulder also hurt, she just didn't say it.
She would also be tired with so many responsibilities on her body, she just didn't say it.
The people lying in the operating room were her relatives. She would blame herself and feel flustered and worried, but she just wouldn't say anything.
Yuan Song leaned far in front of the door and watched this scene, his dull eyes gradually regaining their former look.
He remembered the first time he drove Song Ye. She smiled and said she would give herself a chance, and then she went all the way to this moment. She also contributed a lot to the promotion of his relationship with Yun Hua.
He still remembered that when Yunhua knew that she was pregnant, Song Ye was even happier than him as a father, and her care for Yunhua was no less than that of him.
But he said that to her outside the house.
Thinking of this, Yuan Song finally walked up to Song Ye and said solemnly, "Song Ye, I'm sorry."
She would never be qualified in front of them.
Song Ye wiped his face, his eyes were red, and the expression on his face was still dull, "The Han family did this, and the person they want to target is me."
Yuan Song shook his head, reached out and patted her shoulder, "That was not your intention. You saved the lives of my whole family. I should say thank you."