Sheng Ai First Lady

Xia Jin was lying on the bed, pillowed on the soft quilt, looking dazed. She was only wearing a black men's shirt, and her bare skin was covered with mottled and criss-crossed hickey marks.

With my eyes closed, my heart is full of desolate pain and helplessness, and the next road seems to be very difficult to walk.

Suddenly, a sharp stabbing pain swept through her whole heart, causing her to bend over involuntarily, her face pale.

It was as if a sharp knife was gouging out her heart one by one, and it was also like a demon laughing ferociously, torturing her body and mind slowly and methodically, each stroke was extremely sharp pain.

A strong smell of blood quickly rose in her throat, Xia Jin staggered up from the bed, rushed into the bathroom next door, turned on the faucet with great effort, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

It wasn't until the tearing pain subsided slowly that she raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror. There was a smear of blood on the corner of her lips, coquettish and weak.

Is this warning her?

Her body was almost unable to bear it anymore.

Reaching out to catch the still cool water, she carefully washed off the blood on the corners of her lips. She returned to the bedroom and took out a set of clothes from the closet to change.

Opening the door, two men in black suits stood in front of her, "Miss Xia, you can't leave here."

Xia Jin pursed her lips and just glanced at them without making a sound.

In the evening, Han Li came to change her dressing on time. She cut an artery. Although it was discovered in time that it was not life-threatening, the wound was deep and the dressing had to be changed on time to avoid leaving scars.

"Han Li, do you really want to help me?" Xia Jin asked calmly with her eyes downcast.

"Yes," he paused for a moment while applying the medicine to her, and after half a second, he replied very calmly.

"Do me a favor, I want to see Gong Molin." She said flatly, without any waves in her tone.

Han Li looked up at her, but didn't see anything in her eyes, so he said in the same tone, "I'll send you a message."

"No," Xia Jin shook her head lightly, "You can't go to him, you go to Xiaoying, you tell him, either he helps me or I die."

"Are you so sure that he will help you?" Han Li frowned, except for Boss Gong himself, he didn't care too much about Yemen's affairs.

"No," Xia Jin nodded, "It's just that if he doesn't help me, then I'll lose from the beginning."

Then she smiled faintly, "I know him well, he won't have the heart to watch me die."

"I see." At this point, Han Li completely understood what she meant, but he still hesitated, "Xia Jin, are you sure you can escape from Yemen?"

Gong Shentuo will not let her go, everyone knows this.

"People who are dying, why do they have so many worries, you will only know after trying." She still had a calm expression, as if nothing could arouse her interest and mood swings.

Han Li suddenly felt that such a calm and breezy Xia Jin was not at all the sly and smiling girl he had known before.

Something has really changed completely.

He only felt a dull pain in his heart, and his chest was tight and annoying.

After a while, he thought of another thing, frowned, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Wenlk is looking for me. It is said that Shu'er is really poisoned."

Xia Jin raised her eyes to look at him, and asked casually, "Are you trying to say, did I do it?"

"No," Han Li denied without even a moment's hesitation, "I don't know why you stabbed her, and I don't know why you said you put poison on the knife, but I know, you won't hurt her." .”

Xia Jin has a cold heart in her bones, and there are very few things she really cares about, but Nan Shu'er is definitely in it, and the weight doesn't need to be lightened by anything or anyone.

"I'm going to do something bad, I don't want anyone to stop me, she's the only one who can stop me."