Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

His eyes were as blue as the purest sky.

Black clothes crumpled on the body, there are still traces of wet.

The driver looked back at the foreign man in the back seat who was looking at the other end of the bridge. He asked in poor English, "are you going?"

How can such a handsome man seem to have something wrong with his brain.

On a cold day, he wore wet clothes and didn't leave even after calling for a car. He kept staring at the back.

If he didn't give more money, he would really like to throw him down.

What's in the back?

Didn't you have an accident? Maybe it's someone who's drunk, looks at the road and rushes through.

Look at the impact. It must have been speeding.

Although the probability of this kind of traffic accident is small, it's not as good as looking at it for a day. In the end, I didn't catch my fart.

Seeing that the man didn't answer, he muttered, "I guess I'm dead. I'm not in the car. I'm sure I was thrown out without wearing my seat belt."

Alan raised the window. "Let's go."

He arranged for someone to meet Shi Sheng. He also told the other party the address. It is estimated that he will send the person in a moment.

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When Sheng finally with their own will, muddled from the water to climb up the bank, she is really no strength, also can't walk, can only lie on the shore breathing.

The stones at the bottom of the water cut her bare skin several times, but compared with her thigh, it was negligible.

Cold and pain are her only feelings now.

Chill along the pores of the skin into the meat, pain like a needle into the bone.

Afraid that the clothes will become heavy after absorbing water and will consume physical strength, she will take off her coat and sweater in the car. At the moment, she is only wearing a set of thin autumn clothes and trousers.

Autumn pants were also cut a very long hole, the cold wind is wheezing to the inside.

Actually, it's about the same.

Even without that opening, the wet clothes were close to the skin, and it was cold enough when the wind blew.

Shi Sheng didn't slow down for long, so he got up from the ground.

There is light in a house by the river ahead. There should be someone.

If she lay still all the time, she would not freeze to death, but also lose too much blood to die.

Less than 50 meters away, she walked for almost half an hour. On the one hand, the pain was that she was really weak.

The struggle to land just now had consumed all her energy.

It's a simple house. It's supposed to be a temporary residence for fishermen. It's really shabby.

The windows are broken.

There's a voice in it. It's a man.

Shi Sheng now this kind of situation also does not care about the danger or not dangerous, facing a strange man dangerous, but her present situation stands outside more dangerous.

She leaned against the wall and knocked on the door.

It's very quiet.

But it was so quiet that the faint sound was too clear to ignore.

"Who?"

"I'm sorry to disturb you. I accidentally fell into the water. I want to borrow your place to have a rest and get warm."

While answering, Shi Sheng quickly analyzes each other in his heart.

Men, between forty and fifty.

No more, she doesn't know.

Psychologically, she is an amateur. She can only guess each other's body shape and age from her voice and shadow printed on the window.

It was quiet for a few seconds.

The door opened.

Creaking in the quiet river.

A man poked his head out of it. He was really a man in his forties, with a face full of vicissitudes and rough hands full of traces of labor.

Shi Sheng was relieved. Sometimes, honest farmers were more honest.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, elder brother. Can you let me in to get warm?"

When Sheng cough, a gust of wind, cold straight shiver.

The place is remote, and few outsiders pass by during the day, let alone at night.

Shi Sheng is also a look of being chased and killed. He is wearing out of season clothes and has a bloody smell mixed with the foul smell of the river. Any normal person will be startled.

People who walk by the river all the year round believe in ghosts and gods. When they first see Shisheng, the middle-aged man's face turns pale with fright and closes the door in a hurry.

Shi Sheng wants to stop, but he really doesn't have the strength. He lifts his hand and doesn't touch the door. The door is completely closed in front of her.

The light disappeared, as if the hope of her life had gone out with it.

Do you really want to die in this place?