Fall in love with kissing you

In the next few days, Yan Siyuan still went to her room very early in the morning to select her clothes and put them on the table. However, different from the first day, Yan Siyuan also carefully selected comfortable and elegant shoes and sent them to her room. It only shuttles through major luxury stores and specialty restaurants every day.

On the fourth day, Chu Qing was still dressed up as usual. She was alone in the bathroom looking at her beautiful face in the mirror, but she had a bad feeling.

It's nice to hang out with Yan Siyuan these days. In a few days, she has learned the latest products of all luxury brands in New York, but every time she goes to the mall, she always feels someone behind her.

Chuqing felt that her brain was a little hot, so she put a basin of cold water and immersed her head in the water. The slightest coolness made her feel nervous again. Maybe it's too nervous abroad.

The two men walked through the streets as usual. Suddenly, in a deserted street, Chu Qing saw a very special clothing store.

The clothing store was not in the commercial street, so there were few customers and the brand was unknown, but the tan skirt in the glass window attracted Chu Qing's eyes.

Yan Siyuan followed Chu Qing to the store. The store is not small. The clothes are lit with warm light yellow. Yan Siyuan sat on the sofa in front of the counter and looked at the Mori skirt hanging on the wall.

Chu Qing picked up the clothes on the shelf one by one and gestured on himself. Yan Siyuan sat aside and made suggestions. Nod with satisfaction from time to time.

Suddenly, two blacks came into the store. Yan Siyuan looked at them. They were the two who spoke well in the jewelry store that day.

Yan Siyuan stood up alertly, ran to Chu Qing and shouted, "Chu Qing, come here."

Chu Qing heard Yan Siyuan's cry and shook her hand. Her clothes fell to the ground. She was about to run to Yan Siyuan, and her neck was strangled by a strong arm.

Bareheaded took out a pistol, held the pistol against Chu Qing's temple in one hand, and tightly tied Chu Qing's neck in the other hand. Another thin man pointed a gun at Yan Siyuan and said, "be honest, Chinaman, give me all the money."

Yan Siyuan raised his hand, with tension and anger flashing in his black eyes: "you let her go first!"

The bald man turned the pistol skillfully in his hand, fiercely resisted Chu Qing and said, "man, you're not qualified to talk to me about terms. I want the money, and I want the chick. If you don't obey, I'll kill her."

The thin man held a pistol, pointed to Chu Qing and said, "I count to three. If you don't give me my wallet again, I'll kill her. I'll count, one, two."

Yan Siyuan takes out his wallet and throws it to the thin man. The thin man picks up his wallet, retreats to his bald head and quickly leaves the store with Chuqing.

Yan Siyuan followed him and kicked him on the back of his bald head. "Ah" the bald head was so painful that he screamed, his hand loosened, and Chu Qing escaped.

Chu Qing was at a loss. She quickly took out her mobile phone and called the police.

He got a kick behind his bald head, turned around and wrestled with Yan Siyuan. Suddenly, the bald head took out a shining knife from his body. Yan Siyuan didn't notice it, so he got a knife in his leg.

Yansiyuan Ninja grabbed the knife with intense pain, but was stabbed again by the bald head. The knife stabbed straight in the abdomen. Yansiyuan turned the unbearable pain into anger. He grabbed the knife from the bald hand and plunged it into the bald knee. The bald head was so painful that he could no longer resist.

The sound of police sirens came from a distance. After a while, the police surrounded here, but the thin man was angry. He jumped over the wall and pointed his gun at Chuqing nearby: "you all stand back, or we'll change our lives."

The severe pain has left Yan Siyuan's brain blank. He curled up by the road and heard the thin man's words. He tried his last strength to stand up. At the moment when the thin man was not aware of it, he stabbed the knife in his hand at the thin man's wrist holding the gun.

With a terrible scream, the thin man covered his bloody hand, and the gun in his hand fell down. The police quickly brought the two criminals under control.

Rumo's black eyes saw that Chuqing was all right. Yan Siyuan finally couldn't support it and fell in a pool of blood.

"Yan Siyuan!" Chu Qing ran to Yan Siyuan and shouted hysterically. She stroked his perfect facial features helplessly, and her voice trembled.

The doctor quickly took Yan Siyuan to an ambulance. Chu Qing also took a taxi with the ambulance to the hospital for blood transfusion, cardiopulmonary resuscitation and preparation for surgery.

A young Chinese doctor called Chu Qing to the office and said, "Mrs. Yan, because of too much blood loss and too long shock time, your husband's situation is not optimistic."

With tears in her eyes, Chuqing bit her lips tightly and said, "he was hurt to save me. Anyway, doctor, you must find a way to save him."

The doctor pushed his glasses anxiously and said, "Mrs. Yan, we will try our best to save him, but you should also be mentally prepared."

When Chu Qing heard the last sentence, tears burst from her red and swollen eyes and slid onto her thin cheek. She felt her heart was torn. She wanted to hurt her more than Yan Siyuan.

After waiting outside the operating room for a whole day, finally at 7 o'clock the next morning, the door of the operating room was opened. The doctor's bloodshot eyes were full of excitement and said, "it's successful. Yan Siyuan's vital signs are very stable. If there are no other problems halfway, now he can be discharged as long as he takes care of it for another month."

Chu Qing's lonely eyes glowed again. Looking at Yan Siyuan on the cart, tears fell down and fell on Yan Siyuan's forehead. Yan Siyuan's face was pale, his eyelids slowly opened and said, "Chu Qing, are you... All right?"

Chu Qing nodded hard and sent Yan Siyuan to the ward with the nurse.

A week later, Zhang Yuan read in the newspaper that the two Chinese helped the U.S. police catch the armed robbers, and the men and women in the photo were none other than Chu Qing and Yan Siyuan.

She felt anxious and immediately dialed Yan Siyuan.

At this time, it was visiting time. Yan Siyuan was basking in the sun and eating an apple: "this American apple is not as delicious as China."

Chu Qing sat beside him, her hair blowing in the wind, her clean little face rippling with a slight smile.

Yan Siyuan stopped and squinted at the two lovely lying silkworms and two charming dimples under the bright eyes on Chuqing's face.

The phone rang. It was Zhang Yuan. Chu Qing picked it up.

"Hello, Chuqing, how's Siyuan?" Zhang Yuan asked anxiously.

The smile on Chuqing's face solidified instantly and said calmly, "Mom, his abdomen and legs that day..."

Yan Siyuan's eyes gave a meal, and his slender hand took the mobile phone.