Nine Zero Little Daughter-in-law

Yan Wanqing washed her hands in the bathroom.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew past behind her, and Yan Wanqing's arms aroused goosebumps.

She turned around suddenly, only to find that there was nothing behind her.

Yan Wanqing frowned beautifully, and then, a loud noise suddenly sounded, and Yan Wanqing ran out almost subconsciously, towards the room where the gunfire sounded.

It's the box she's in.

The eloquent and eloquent bosses panicked like scurrying mice holding their heads in search of a hiding place. Yan Wanqing caught Jiang Mo's figure at a glance. He was leaning against the wall of the box, his white shirt was stained red with red blood. , the terrible wounds are clearly visible.

Yan Wanqing adhered to the principle of not letting death go without saving her, and stepped forward quickly, "Jiang Mo, are you okay?"

Jiang Mo's handsome face was a little pale, he smiled and said, "Small injury."

When the person on the opposite side was about to attack again, Jiang Mo rolled around on the ground with Yan Wanqing in his arms.

Yan Wanqing was protected in Jiang Mo's arms, and she was unharmed. She looked at the place where they stayed, and there was a deep hole in the ground.

Yan Wanqing asked: "Is it your enemy?"

"may be."

Yan Wanqing frowned: "What should we do now?"

Jiang Mo was injured, and rolled on the ground holding Yan Wanqing again, aggravating the wound, he comforted: "My people will be here soon."

As soon as the words fell to the ground, Jiang Mo passed out.

Yan Wanqing patted Jiang Mo's handsome face, "Jiang Mo, Jiang Mo."

Jiang Mo was indifferent, Yan Wanqing looked at his wound that was gushing bright blood, gritted her teeth, tore off a corner of the skirt, and treated the wound for him.

After a while, there was no more loud noise from outside, and the director who was hiding under the table slowly poked his head out, "Is it safe outside?"

He has directed a lot of TV dramas with guns and bullets, but this is the first time he has encountered such a real knife and gun. His obese body tremblingly walked in front of Jiang Mo.

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang, are you okay?"

Yan Wanqing said, "He's unconscious, you should call an ambulance immediately."

"well."

The director took out the mobile phone from his pocket, but he didn't have any strength in his fingers, and he clicked for a long time without dialing a complete phone number.

Soon, Jiang Mo's assistant came and brought a stretcher.

Jiang Mo's tall and straight body pressed against Yan Wanqing, she was almost out of breath, and she saw Jiang Mo's assistant from the corner of her eye, and called him, "Hurry up and take your boss away."

The medical staff stepped forward.

It took them a lot of effort to put Jiang Mo on the stretcher. His strong arms were tightly wrapped around Yan Wanqing's waist, and he would not let go even if he fainted.

With the support of the medical staff, Yan Wanqing stood up and said: "His wound is on his chest. I don't have any tools, so I simply bandaged him."

"Okay, thank you, Miss Wanqing."

"You're welcome, if he hadn't saved me, I wouldn't have the energy to bandage him."

Yan Wanqing picked up her bag and prepared to leave.

The assistant stopped her, "Miss Wanqing, aren't you going to accompany Mr. Jiang to the hospital?"

Yan Wanqing smiled, thinking that Jiang Mo's assistant was very interesting, "Jiang Mo has a girlfriend, and he was seriously injured. If you don't go to his girlfriend, why are you looking for me?"

What is she going to the hospital with Jiang Mo?
Yan Wanqing left without looking back.

The assistant thought for a while and chased him out. He bit the bullet and said, "Miss Yan, Mr. Jiang saved you, and you are a doctor, so why should you help Mr. Jiang treat his wound?"