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

Ji Mingyou's eyes were cold, and he agreed without thinking: "Yes."

If the person ran away, he could catch him again, but he would never allow Lin Weiwei to make any mistakes.

Lin Weiwei, who was lying on the car, held his breath. He didn't expect him to make a judgment so quickly, and his heart felt a little sweet.

She moved her body calmly, realizing that the time was coming.

"You think Lin Weiwei is very important. This is not a good thing." Seeing that he promised so readily, Zhou Ming's deep desire for revenge welled up, "It's like I told you to harm yourself, and you have to do it."

"For the first time, let's keep it simple. Use the knife you brought to stab the stitched wound on your shoulder." He suffered a lot during the escape, and he had to get it back bit by bit from Ji Mingyou. .

Seeing that he couldn't help himself immersed in the pleasure of revenge, Ji Mingyou couldn't help squinting his eyes: "You have been having a bad time recently."

"It's just bad? I'm like a mouse running away in the sewer, and you're responsible for all of this." Zhou Ming hated the person in front of him, and waved the knife in the air as if venting, emotionally unstable.

The scorching sun was shining on the top of the mountain. Ji Mingyou hiked up the mountain. Sweat flowed from Xin's long neck to his collarbone. His deep eyes fixed on him and said, "Things happen for a reason. Don't forget the people behind you."

"Does it have nothing to do with you?" Zhou Ming was taken aback, and his anger was greatly reduced when he remembered Sun Peixing who ordered him.

Seeing that he wavered, Ji Mingyou was about to take advantage of the victory to chase after him, but she accidentally glanced at Lin Weiwei at the side. She stood up slowly, her heart tightened, and she hurriedly took cover: "I've gotten to this point, I can only blame others."

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Ming was completely angered, and he couldn't help but raised his feet and stepped forward.

"Good opportunity, don't try to run again." Seeing this, Lin Weiwei kicked Zhou Ming in the back of the head with his feet.

"Ah..." Zhou Ming couldn't defend himself, he was kicked to the ground directly, and he covered his head with a painful face: "I guessed that you were awake before, and I wanted to test it out, but unfortunately I didn't have time."

Lin Weiwei snorted, clenched his fists tightly, stepped on his wrist, threw the sharp knife out, and vented his anger at him: "I am also a taekwondo coach after all, I want to attack me twice in the same way, do you think I am dreaming?" ?”

She wanted to pretend to be dizzy and find out about her father, but Zhou Ming didn't mention a word, so she could only ask forcefully.

"You have done all kinds of bad things. If you tell about my dad, I will let you go and send you to the police station." She punched Zhou Ming hard, as if she was exercising, and said coldly.

"Ah..." Zhou Ming was beaten until his nose was swollen and his face was blue. He screamed, with a fierce look in his eyes, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity.

Ji Mingyou frowned, walked slowly, and said in a deep voice, "Tie him up first."

"Don't even think about it." Zhou Ming took out a knife from his arms at some point, turned around quickly, and touched Lin Weiwei's neck, triumphantly.

Lin Weiwei's neck felt cold, and he suddenly realized that he was careless, and was pulled back, his heartstrings tensed.

"Lin Weiwei! Let her go." Seeing that the two had retreated to the edge of the mountain, they would fall if they took another step back, so he shouted anxiously.

The hills in the outskirts are not high, and they are [-] meters high, and the mountains are steep, and small stones roll down from time to time, but there is no sound.

Zhou Ming wiped his nosebleeds, his eyes were dark, his veins were bulging, and he roared angrily: "It's absolutely impossible, even if I die, I'll have to put my back on the mat."

He was fighting with his back to the wall, there was no way out, and he wanted to tear off the opponent's flesh and blood.

Lin Weiwei frowned, lowered his head and looked down, and took a deep breath. As long as he had time, he could take the knife.

"Don't move around." Ji Mingyou saw through her intention and warned sharply.

"As long as you tell the people behind you, I will let you go." He frowned, watched the two people's every move, and negotiated, "You are not afraid of death, are you afraid of betraying others?"

His eyes were deep, and he was only about a meter away from the two of them.

Zhou Ming was stunned, thinking that it made sense, but hated Lin Weiwei who beat him so badly that he gritted his teeth, and thought about it distractedly.

A gust of cool wind came out, and the hem of the skirt fluttered. The two of them seemed to be walking on a tightrope, and they would fall off if they were not careful.

Lin Weiwei was blowing in the wind, his nose was itchy, he couldn't help sneezing, and persuaded: "Let anyone choose to survive."

"Shut up, ah." Zhou Ming didn't believe them, moved a little, stepped on a stone, and leaned back.

She was pulled and fell to the edge. She was stunned for a moment as if her soul was out of her body, and she instinctively stretched out her hand: "Help."

"Ah——" Zhou Ming roared unwillingly, his bloodshot eyes stared tightly, and he opened his hands in the void.

"Lin Weiwei, hold my hand, don't let go." Ji Mingyou rushed over, grabbed her little hand in an emergency, fell slightly, and squeezed out words from his teeth.

He lowered his hands, his arms had long been scratched by the sharp stones on the edge, and he exerted himself with difficulty.

Lin Weiwei was like a fish leaving the lake, panting heavily, seeing him use his injured arm: "You can't hold on, I just wanted to pretend to be dizzy and inquire about the situation, I didn't think so."

She really felt death, as long as Ji Mingyou let go, she would fall into a dark world.

"Shut up, as long as you grab my hand."

Gritting his teeth, Ji Mingyou carefully changed his posture, stretched out his other arm, and pulled her upward slowly.

His arm was broken, blood flowed out, and sweat ran down his face, revealing a different kind of sexiness.

Lin Weiwei pursed his cherry lips tightly, and stared at him tightly with the help of force, engraving Ji Mingyou's expression in his mind.

She didn't understand that Ji Mingyou was indifferent to others, but he had saved her many times.

Ji Mingyou pulled her up with all his strength, snorted, lay motionless on the ground, and said with a light smile, "I finally pulled her up."

Almost, when Lin Weiwei was about to fall, his whole heart was about to be broken.

Fortunately, Lin Weiwei is fine.

"Are you okay, don't close your eyes." Lin Weiwei slumped on the ground, leaned over worriedly, held his hand, and called softly.

Ji Mingyou cleared his throat, and reprimanded furiously: "I didn't tell you not to act rashly, I almost couldn't catch it, do you understand?"

Her vision gradually blurred, and she couldn't see Ji Mingyou's face clearly. She grabbed the clothes helplessly with both hands: "It's my fault. I didn't expect Zhou Ming's reaction to be so big."

Today is a terrible day, I really want to cry wantonly.

"Let me lean on your shoulder." Lin Weiwei was full of grievances in his stomach, and threw himself into Ji Mingyou's arms, burying his little face in it.

Ji Mingyou was stunned, his body froze quickly, feeling that his hands were redundant, and he was in a gesture of surrender.

This girl always made her own opinions, which troubled him unceasingly. She was really his nemesis.

The suppressed crying came from his arms, which made him tremble all over, thinking whether he was too fierce.

Ji Mingyou coughed lightly, regretting making her cry, and explained awkwardly: "I'm not angry with you, but I'm worried that I won't be able to catch you."

Seeing that the effect was mediocre, he touched Lin Weiwei's head and said softly, "Don't cry, it's a big deal to make you come back."