you are my white moonlight

Jian Youqing opened her eyes wide in astonishment, and a trace of bitterness began to spread in her heart.

But soon, she calmed down, Jian Youqing's hands were cold, she took a deep breath and pulled out the rope from the bottom of the closet.

This was what she hid when she first planned. Even if it is true that Shao Tingchen will come back soon, she only needs to leave before he enters the hospital.

He looked up at the clock, it was 57:[-].

"..." Ke Yu was speechless, crying non-stop, trying to rush forward to save her.Jian Youqing thought about it for a few seconds, but with great effort she dragged her onto the bed with her back to the door, as if she was lying here to rest.

Ke Yu knew that Jian Youqing was serious this time, and she always had a premonition that this separation would be a farewell.

"Close your eyes, you will feel better." Jian Youqing said calmly.

Lifting the quilt and covering it, she put on her hat, and pushed open the door with her backpack on her head half down.

At the end of the corridor a bodyguard walked towards her.

The security at night is always stronger than that during the day, Jian Youqing didn't dodge, the bodyguard shook her face with a flashlight, just about to ask, but finally fell to the ground suddenly.

Jian Youqing put away the gun, and it was in the afternoon that Lu Yan quietly sent someone to bring it over.

There was a faint pain in the wound on the shoulder, and it seemed to intensify with every step she took. Jian Youqing's eyes were dark, and there seemed to be double shadows on the stairs. She shook her head.

Jian Youqing bit her lower lip to remind herself of the pain, and turned to meet another guard, "Who!"

Hearing this, Jian Youqing pulled the trigger, "There is a situation here...uh...the gun..."

Jian Youqing's face changed suddenly and she quickened her pace. When she found a suitable window, she saw people outside talking and discussing. She threw one end of the rope over and grabbed another building. When she didn't pay attention, she slid over with a tool in her hands.

The wound on the shoulder hurt like a tear, Jian Youqing landed on the balcony smoothly, climbed over the wall and sneaked into the grass.

It was almost discovered, but it went smoothly. There was a car parked outside the adult toy shop not far from the hospital. Jian Youqing sat on it and the pain made her cheeks covered with cold sweat.

"Bulgarian rose, one for you?"

"I'm allergic to this stuff."

The person in front turned his head, and there was a long scar from the corner of his eye to his cheek, a fierce man.

He took the initiative to hand over the bottle of water, "Mr. Lu asked me to take care of you."

Jian Youqing's heart was beating very fast, and she looked at him carefully, avoiding the other person's direct gaze, "Thank you..."

On the other side, in the originally quiet hospital building, several lights came on, and the man with the scar started the car, "Don't worry, I never have accidents when I do things."

"..."

……

Shao Tingchen felt that he had a heart attack, flustered and out of breath, and the lightning and thunder that pierced the sky from time to time disturbed him as if he could die at any time.

Walking a little further, we arrived at the small town, but the heavy rain made the uneven road muddy, and every time the tires got deep, we had to worry about whether we could get out.

Once again, Shao Tingchen felt the car body sag, and Zhao Quan got out of the car, his clothes were drenched, "Master, the car is stuck, please come and drive in front, I will push in the back."

Shao Tingchen is really going crazy. If he had known this, he shouldn't have agreed to that weird old man. How could Shao Tingchen travel without a bodyguard!
However, it still failed, Zhao Quan held an umbrella for him, his expensive handmade leather shoes stepped on the mud, his face was even darker than this day!
Zhao Quan suggested, "Master, why don't we stay here for one night first, and charge the tablet in the front hotel later..."

"Impossible!" Shao Tingchen was breathing heavily, even breathing would hurt his heart. He desperately wanted to see Jian Youqing, right now.

Otherwise he will really die.

Ding bell, the phone in the pocket rang.