As soon as she entered the cruise ship, she would be knocked unconscious. Once she was unconscious, she would notify the police and catch her red-handed.
The plan was so perfect.
How on earth did she escape
"Why didn't those people go after her while she was injured?"
"Because Master Fu arrived in time, there is no way to catch up."
He Yan looked a little stunned. So when seeing her classmate being kidnapped and herself involved, Wen Qiao didn't lose her composure and even thought of sending a message to Fu Nanli? Then he escaped from a dozen mercenaries.
She couldn't help but doubt, is Wen Qiao really just an ordinary college student
What made her feel even more twisted was that Fu Nanli was so cold and inhuman to her, but to Wen Qiao, he was someone she could call upon and someone he could dismiss at will.
Isn’t Fu Nanli very busy
She was standing, but suddenly she felt weak under her feet. She sat down on the sofa and covered her face with her hands. "Don't get us involved."
"No, don't worry."
He Yan looked at him with a smile: "I always trust you to do things."
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Wen Qiao felt like he had been dreaming for a very long time, but for humans, only the part of a dream when one is on the verge of waking up will be remembered. Most of the other dreams will gradually fade away with chaotic sleep and coma.
She only remembered that she was running, running in that cruise ship, in the red-carpeted corridors and many rooms. She looked in each room one by one, as if every room was a copy, with the same scenes in them all. There was a black mandala in a white-glazed vase, with blood oozing out of the stem, and the pentagram was reflected on the wall, emitting a black light.
Every room is the same, every room is the same.
She was breathing heavily and her forehead was covered with sweat.
At the end of the corridor, she saw a young man in a white shirt, looking at her with a smile.
He entered a room, Wen Qiao rushed over, opened the door, and stepped in.
The sky was bright and there was a bottomless abyss outside the door.
Suddenly... Wen Qiao opened his eyes, and what he saw was a sea of white and Fu Nanli's bloodshot eyes.
The pain spread instantly. Her waist ached as if she had been stabbed. The anesthesia had just worn off and she woke up at the wrong time.
Only when he saw him open his eyes did Fu Nanli feel completely relieved.
But there was no panic in her eyes, no lingering fear in her heart. No matter how angry she was, the first thing she asked was: "Does it hurt?"
Wen Qiao always said it was okay, just a minor injury, nothing to worry about, but this time, she said in a hoarse voice: "It hurts."
She finally cried out in pain, because it really hurt. The knife went in nearly three inches deep, and although it didn't hit any vital parts, the pain was real.
Fu Nanli lifted a corner of her hospital gown and saw bright red blood on the gauze. He felt really distressed and angry: "You are willing to sacrifice your life to save such an insignificant person, right, Wen Qiao?"
His voice was low and hoarse, containing hidden anger. Wen Qiao's face was pale, and there was no expression on his lips. He was stimulated by his anger and moved his body, which happened to affect his wound. He couldn't help but groan, closed his eyes, and looked forbearing.
Fu Nanli was unwilling to blame her: "Does it hurt? Why did you move?"
This kind of wound couldn't be rubbed or touched, so Young Master Fu could only reach out and grab her hand: "Shall I call a doctor?"
Wen Qiao shook his head: "It won't hurt that much if you don't move."
(End of this chapter)