Chapter 88 Maintenance (2)
"What on earth are you going to do? Do you know me?" Song Ningjiu yelled. It's not like she didn't ask questions on campus, but the boys never answered.

There may be too many people at this moment, and the boys' concentration is easily scattered, and he is also a little flustered.Simply stop, he said: "What am I going to do? I'm going to kill you. You're the one who killed me today."

As she spoke, she became more emotional, her arms strangled Song Ningjiu's neck more forcefully, and the sharp knife approached her face.

The knife was pressed against her chin, and she was strangled and her head was tilted up again, only seeing the white reflection.In fact, the more you can't see it, the more frightened you are, because you can feel the cold knife approaching, maybe it will pierce into your own flesh at any time.Because of fear, her whole face was turning pale.

The boy laughed, laughing wildly. He said, "Why, are you afraid? I warned you at the beginning, don't tell others, you asked for this, you asked for it." There was some crazy look in his eyes. Factor, the nerves look a little abnormal.

While Song Ningjiu wondered if he had admitted the wrong person, she was still searching her mind for what she had experienced. Is there anything related to this person?

"Young man, calm down, calm down, don't hurt people casually."

"Young man, if you have something to say, don't use a knife, it won't solve the problem."

"Young man, think about your parents at home, you are still so young, why do you do such a thing?"

The people around were trying to persuade him, but no one dared to step forward, so he accidentally pointed the knife at himself.

Seeing that there were more and more people, the boy almost surrounded them, his mood became more unstable, and he dragged Song Ningjiu to the street.Jin Mingheng drove his red Lamborghini around the street, passing through the gap between cars and passing by the side of the car.

With a creak, the car stopped precisely at the feet of the two of them.

You don't have to look at people, the aura of driving is enough to overwhelm them.The boy took a step back unconsciously, and looked at Jin Mingheng's tall and straight figure when he opened the car door and got out of the car with a full face of wariness.

Jin Mingheng just saw the car accident he was driving from a distance, and he felt a little anxious, but now he saw the injury on Song Ningjiu's forehead, he felt glaring, and his eyes sank.

"Let her go." Jin Mingheng said.

Boys naturally wouldn't be so obedient, but they were a little flustered when they touched his eyes, so they could only tighten Song Ningjiu and push the knife closer, as if only in this way could they strengthen their sense of security.

Song Ningjiu was terribly strangled, and Jin Mingheng was afraid of hurting her, so he couldn't find any good countermeasures to help her escape.His eyes fell on Song Ningjiu's face, and the two of them looked at each other, wondering if it was the attraction in his eyes that made her forget her fear for a while.

Both sides were confronting each other, the sirens sounded, the scene was quickly cleared, and the police line was drawn up.

"Xiao Bin, what are you doing? Don't do anything stupid." A middle-aged woman walked over crying, supported by the police.

The boy looked even more flustered when he saw her.

Jin Mingheng saw the opportunity and smashed the mobile phone in his hand. The man came to his senses, subconsciously wanted to pull Song Ningjiu on his back, and the knife stabbed straight at Song Ningjiu.

Jin Mingheng's eyes flickered, but his movements were faster, and he took off his arm directly, with a click, and then the knife fell to the ground.That action was clean and neat, and the policemen were dumbfounded. They were still contacting psychologists and deploying.So it was solved?Those who didn't know thought it was a martial arts movie.

But Song Ningjiu, who was the client, felt differently. She was terrified enough to see the knife approaching her.And also felt the pain of the knife point piercing the skin.He didn't catch his breath, his eyes went dark, and he just passed out like this.

The boy was restrained by the rushing police, while Jin Mingheng caught Song Ningjiu's softened body.

"Xiao Jiuer, Xiao Jiu?" Jin Mingheng patted her face, seeing that she really fainted, he picked her up and ran towards his car.

"Xiao Bin, mom is wrong, mom is wrong, I won't scold you anymore, why are you so stupid, you can't think about it, it's all mom's fault." Behind him, the middle-aged woman was still crying.

He probably wanted to hug his son who was restrained by the police, but was stopped.

The boy was escorted into the police car, and the scene began to evacuate the traffic. A police car was already clearing the way, and Jin Mingheng sent Song Ningjiu to the hospital.Fortunately, he was just overly frightened, the injury on his forehead was also treated, and the skin on his neck was only scratched, so there was nothing serious about it.

The doctor gave Song Ningjiu a tranquilizer, and he was in a coma and couldn't sleep well.Because the pain from the knife stabbing her neck aroused her long suppressed fear of killing Smith.So when she was stabbed, it didn't hurt, but it reminded her of that nightmare.

In the darkness of the open night, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, as if unknown dangers were lurking all around.The blood spurting from Smith's neck, the scalding spray on her face, and the feeling of the blade slashing her neck made her feel the fear in her bones.

"Mom...Mom..." She waved her hands in the air, she didn't call grandma this time, she called mom.The face was full of horror, and the voice seemed to be filled with deep despair and longing.

I don't know whether it was her pitiful appearance with gauze wrapped around her forehead, or the heart-piercing cry that moved him.Jin Mingheng held her in his arms, patted his back softly, comforted him in a low voice, and said, "Little Jiu'er, I'm here, I'm here." Song Ningjiu finally gradually calmed down in his arms.

He just hugged her like that, watching her small body lying in his arms, as if hugging a doll to comfort him.After a long time, even he couldn't tell whether he was comforting her or he wanted to use her to keep warm.

It was very quiet in the ward, only the medicine solution on the drip stand was dripping silently, and it was injected into her body through the transparent medicine tube.The ringing of the mobile phone suddenly broke the silence, and Jin Mingheng wanted to put her down to answer the phone.As soon as he moved, she hugged his waist in surprise.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Xiao Jiu'er, I'm here." He comforted her and hugged her firmly again.

Song Ningjiu, who opened her eyes, looked up at him, and bumped into his serious eyes coaxing her.Looking at each other abruptly, his hand that was patting her back subconsciously also stopped.

"You..." She never thought he would comfort herself like this.Could it be that in his sleep, the voice that comforted him was actually his...

And Jin Mingheng was a little embarrassed by her staring, he clenched his hands into fists and pressed his lips, coughing twice in a disguised way.

Song Ningjiu regained consciousness, and hastily withdrew her hand.But he didn't know that he still had a needle in his hand, so he scraped off his cuff all of a sudden, and screamed in pain.

(End of this chapter)

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