Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

Suddenly, a beam of car light shone over, and with the sound of vehicles driving, it broke through the silence of the night.

The glare of the light shone on his face, Lin Weiwei quickly covered it with his hands and squinted his eyes.

Her eyes can't be opened, who is here?
"Stop the man with speed, don't let him go." Ji Mingyou stood in front of her as expected, with a cold light shining from his eyes, with a strong sense of oppression.

The approaching car heard the order and blocked the road, leaving the black car in a dilemma.

"Damn it, don't stop me anymore." The man couldn't get out, he rushed forward like a wild boar in a hurry, gritted his teeth, and turned the steering wheel frantically.

The sound of "呲" tires rubbing against the ground was exceptionally clear. The man had no way to retreat. He could only step on the accelerator, knock the vehicle in front of him away, and rush towards the surrounding fence.

The black car was badly hit, the outer cover was deeply dented, and it swayed from side to side and drove towards the small woods.

Seeing the man running away, the driver in the car took out the walkie-talkie and said urgently, "The next two cars should go after him, hurry up."

Lin Weiwei looked at the driving car and saw that it was not the police. His relaxed body tensed up again, and he whispered warily, "Who are they?"

Ji Mingyou, who was in front, moved his body, his dirty clothes couldn't hide his nobility, his handsome eyes were deep: "It's not too late to come here."

She tilted her head in doubt, she didn't feel panic from her tone, and looked curiously.

At this time, Tang Yun, dressed in a light-colored suit, strode forward with anxiety on his handsome face, bowed his head apologetically and said, "I'm late, and the rest have already been sent."

If it hadn't been for Mr. Ji's positioning again, they wouldn't have arrived quickly. It was really a thrill.

Ji Mingyou frowned, his eyes were dark, and he said in a deep voice: "Forget it, there is another person inside. No matter what method you use, you must pry his mouth open for me."

The words of the man in black sounded in his ears. Who sent the message in the words?
"Brother Tang Yun, you came too timely." Lin Weiwei was very nervous, paying more attention, and shouted happily.

"Miss Lin, we didn't help, but luckily you're all right." Tang Yun knew a few people entered the hut, turned his head and smiled, his smile was as gentle as a warm spring breeze.

Ji Mingyou glanced coldly, the blood on his shoulders stained his shirt, he snorted and turned his head away.

Why is she so happy? Tang Yun was ordered by him.

Seeing that she was injured, Tang Yun hurriedly brought the medical kit from the car, frowned slightly, and said worriedly: "There is ointment in it, let's deal with the forehead first, scars on girls' faces are very troublesome."

"It's okay, just a small injury, it doesn't hurt anymore, thank you." Lin Weiwei took it with a smile, touched his forehead, and said sincerely.

The injury on the head was hit by a black car, and the time has been too long, the blood has coagulated.

Ji Mingyou was taken aback, looked up, thought that it should be dealt with quickly, and awkwardly reminded: "Hurry up and clean it up, do you need someone else to remind you about this?"

Lin Weiwei pouted, walked over with the medicine box in hand, and said with a stern face, "Yes, do you still need someone else to remind you?"

She remembered that Ji Mingyou stood in front of her regardless, fearing that she would be shot.

At that time, Ji Mingyou's wound had already bled profusely, and he kept a cold face, trying to be brave all the time.

"How am I like you? Look at your bruises and tattered clothes, like a beggar." When Ji Mingyou turned his head, he could see the sling on her shoulder at a close distance. Passing one person's coat, put it on Lin Weiwei, and said in a low voice.

Lin Weiwei grabbed the coat on his body, looked down suspiciously, and saw that the back of the collar was worn out, and half of his shoulders had already been exposed.

She blushed, tightened her clothes silently, opened the medicine box, rummaged to find the ointment, and said softly, "Let me see the wound first, and apply the medicine for you."

"No need." Ji Mingyou moved to the side and refused.

Lin Weiwei put down the plaster angrily, grabbed his clothes, turned around forcefully, and looked down.

The wound was about ten centimeters in length, the skin was turned outwards, blood was continuously flowing out, and the cut shirt was stuck to it, which was very oozing.

"You're hurt too badly, why don't you say it?" Lin Weiwei's lips were pale, and his brows were furrowed. Ji Mingyou couldn't hold back a word because of how painful it was.

If she doesn't take the initiative to check, when will she wait?
Ji Mingyou pursed his thin lips tightly, and the pain from the wound felt like a knife cut. Seeing that she was frightened, he stood up and said, "It's okay, I'll take care of it when I get back."

"Don't move around."

Seeing him move, the wound on his back opened again, Lin Weiwei cried out with tears in his eyes.

When Ji Mingyou heard her cry, his heart felt like being pricked by a needle, and he stopped on his feet.

He knew the wounds on his body, and there was no way to deal with them in this dilapidated factory.

He walked away to save Lin Weiwei from worrying.

The pain in his body was getting worse and worse like the rolling waves of the sea. Cold sweat broke out on his face, and he comforted him: "I'll go to the car first, and you can treat the wound before you come."

After listening, Lin Weiwei quickly closed the medicine box and followed like a follower.

Tang Yun directed several people to carry the seriously injured man in black to the car, wiped his hands in disgust, and heard the conversation between the two.

"Mingyou, are you injured?" Tang Yun was taken aback, then walked up quickly and asked, "Let me see the injury."

Lin Weiwei nodded, grabbed Ji Mingyou's wrist, his eyes were as bright as clear springs, and said firmly, "Yes, I will gently apply the medicine to you, don't be afraid of pain."

"When Baobao was knocked to the ground in class, he was not afraid of pain, so I asked me to apply ointment on him." She poked Ji Mingyou's chest with her finger, and said with a smile, "You must be afraid of pain."

Ji Mingyou shook off her hand, his face was livid, he gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Lin Weiwei, be honest."

"Then why don't you dare? It can only be for this reason, because you are afraid of pain." Lin Weiwei pinched his waist and shouted deliberately.

The corners of Tang Yun's mouth curled up. He understood Lin Weiwei's interest, and agreed: "It's too remote here, and I can't find a hospital for a while, so it's better to deal with it."

Ji Mingyou scanned around, dizzy, and said helplessly in a low voice: "Get in the car first."

Lin Weiwei raised his little powder fist, cheered, followed up, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his strong and powerful arms.

"Hold on, it hurts a bit." She blushed, carefully tore off the cloth edge stuck to the wound, and reminded in a low voice.

Ji Mingyou snorted, tightened his hands, and his muscles tensed up, revealing his beauty.

Lin Weiwei held his breath, threw the shirt aside, and hurriedly took out the disinfectant and sprinkled it on.

She heard Ji Mingyou gasped, and seeing a thin layer of sweat on her back, trembling slightly, she couldn't help but leaned down and blew.

Ji Mingyou dodged immediately, his handsome eyes flashed in surprise: "What are you doing?"

"I was injured when I was a child, and my family would give me huhu, so it didn't hurt much." She sat up straight, looked at the cleaned wound, and said seriously.

He coughed lightly, a warm current flowed through his heart, and said in a soft voice: "You don't have to do this, I'm the one who made you tired."