Playful Shao Dongsheng's wedding wife

Chapter 61
He was bleeding, so much blood from that wound on his neck that she watched him die.Although he was a bad person, she still couldn't accept that she killed someone. Although it was not her intention, she was clearly forced to participate in the whole process.

The feeling of the blade cutting through Smith's flesh still lingers in his body. It's terrifying, really scary... What's scary is not only the cruelty that he has experienced, but also the human nature that people can't face.

She hugged her shoulders tightly, biting her lips hard to prevent herself from crying, but her whole body was still shaking.Maybe he saw that her situation was wrong, Zhuo Liang didn't tie her up again, and let her stay in the corner all the time, letting people watch her and went out.

The blood on Song Ningjiu's palm was accidentally scratched when cutting the tape, but the blood has not solidified, and red blood keeps oozing out, and he doesn't feel pain.Just kept holding it like that.Before dinner, Zhuo Liang had someone bring some food in for her, probably because of orders, but the guard didn't say a word to her, and went out after the meal.Half an hour later, he came in to collect the bowls and chopsticks and found that he hadn't moved a bite. Then he looked at Song Ningjiu, who was unresponsive, and realized that something was wrong.

"Miss Song?" The man carefully pushed Song Ningjiu.

Song Ningjiu still didn't move, he was the eldest woman, so he didn't dare to move, let alone take it lightly.Because Joyoung is always uncertain, especially when Smith's death woke them up, no one was sure whether he cared about this woman or not, so he hesitated to report it.

Zhuo Liang came very quickly, approached and kicked her leg, and said, "Don't play dead."

Song Ningjiu still didn't respond at all.

Zhuo Zhuo frowned, squatted down and took a closer look, only to find that her body was shaking, and stretched out his hand to pull her up, only to find that her whole body was burning hot, it turned out that she had a high fever.He was not a sympathetic person in the first place, not to mention that his heart has become a little numb after years of training.

But when he pushed back his long hair and looked at her pale face, he still ordered: "Bring me the medicine box." At least, before Jin Mingheng sent Song Yishen back, he couldn't let her have anything to do.

"Yes." The subordinate answered, went out and quickly brought in a box.

Zhuoyou opened the box and gave her an injection of antipyretics before noticing the wound on her palm.After getting alcohol, she skillfully disinfected, applied medicine, and bandaged her. The whole process was fast and professional, but Song Ningjiu was probably burnt out and still didn't respond.

"Find her a blanket to cover her with," he ordered and went out.

This place was originally a temporary hiding place, there was not even a bed, and the ground was cold, even if she was wrapped in a blanket, it would not help her to reduce her fever.When the medicine took effect, she felt half of her body was ice and half was hot.While sweating, he shivered from the cold at the same time, and he seemed to be able to hear people walking between half-dream and half-awake.

When Zhuo Liang came in again, he just looked at her like this, her bloodless cherry lips trembled and opened and closed, she seemed to be saying something but couldn't make a sound, and she could only hear clearly when she got closer.

She muttered to herself, "No, I don't want to kill people."

"do not want!"

This sentence was repeated over and over in his mouth, sometimes frightened, sometimes crying, it seemed that the high fever was caused by being frightened, but it disturbed him a little.Her appearance seemed to accuse him of being cold-blooded.

But is he so cold-blooded by Joyoung?
His thin lips curled into a self-deprecating smile, and he simply hugged her shrunken body, and was about to lay it flat on the unfolded blanket, when he felt a sudden chill on his neck, and he was startled, seeing Song Ningjiu so close s eyes.

"do not move!"

Her eyes were calm and determined, though her face was flushed sickly.But the pain in his neck told him that she wasn't joking anymore.

A sneer flashed in Zhuo Liang's eyes. Since his father's accident, he has never trusted anyone. He lives so life-saving and cautious, fearing that he will give up his life before he takes revenge.Even when she was asleep, she woke up with a start, but she didn't expect to underestimate such a little girl today.

"Where did you get this thing?" he asked.

When he cut Smith's throat, he clearly remembered that she was so frightened that she almost dropped the blade.

"He gave me two blades." Song Ningjiu replied.

The man's hand was fast, and when Zhuoyo was thrown into the room, it was falling on her side, and the other blade was placed in her clothes quietly.

"Okay, the person Jin Mingheng is looking for is indeed worthy of the price he paid." After hearing this, Zhuo Zhuo didn't regret it, but instead showed admiration.

"I want you to let him out." Song Ningjiu demanded.

Zhuoyou nodded and called out to the people outside.

When the man opened the door and came in, he was startled when he saw the scene in the room, and shouted: "Master Zhuo!"

"Is that kid still alive?" Zhuo Zhuo asked at Song Ningjiu's request, but his calm appearance didn't look like a kidnapped person at all.

"No." His men replied.

"Bring it here," he ordered.

That glanced at him, then at Song Ningjiu, and hesitated for a moment.Because I don't understand why, can my boss be threatened casually?But still should go out.

Three minutes later, the bloodied man was brought in and thrown directly into the house.

"Miss Song." That one stood up.

"I want a gun." Song Ningjiu demanded.

Zhuoyou looked at her, his eyes sank, and he nodded slowly.

She held the blade firmly, and with his movements, the sharp blade had pierced the skin, feeling a clear threat.

"Give her the gun." He ordered obediently to his subordinates.

Although the two subordinates were not reconciled, they still threw the pistol on the ground after seeing the boss whose fate was in other people's hands.

The bloody man picked up the gun, checked it, and then pointed the gun at Joyoung's temple before Song Ningjiu put down the hand holding the blade.Now she is aching all over because of the high fever, and she has no strength for a long time, and it is not easy to last until this time.

"Young Master Zhuo, please send us out." Although the man was severely beaten, he was still on the line of life and death, so he could still hold on.

Zhuo Liang's temple was painfully pointed by the barrel of the gun. It was he who reminded him that his life was in his own hands, so he could only nod slowly.

Others didn't feel nervous when they saw Song Ningjiu supporting Excellence. After all, she was just a little girl. What kind of storms did Excellence never see?They thought it was Joyo to play with the little girl.

But now seeing that Zhuo Liang's life was in the hands of that man, they immediately became nervous and secretly broke into a cold sweat for Zhuo Liang.

Zhuoyou still looked the same, but his eyes were darker, and he gave his subordinates a look to signal them to get out of the way.

(End of this chapter)