Chapter 389: nightmare

Qiao Mianmian's breath can make him relax quickly, as if it has a calming effect, which is more effective than any medicine he has taken before.
Sweet fruity fragrance and faint floral fragrance haunted his nose. At this moment, he was in a state of relaxation and relaxation. After closing his eyes for a while, he also fell asleep.

This night, with Qiao Mianmian around, Mo Yesi had that nightmare again.
In the dream, he returned to the day he was kidnapped.
In the damp and shabby basement, his hands and feet were tied up, and a rag was stuffed in his mouth. The delicate and delicate face was full of dirt, and it was so dirty that he could not see his original appearance.
He was guarded by a group of gangsters with fierce looks and guns. He only gave one bun a day to hang his life. The group of gangsters had hatred for the rich. After kidnapping him, he not only gave him a bun every day. And also beat him.
If it were not for him to get the ransom, they would probably kill him.
In the dream, Mo Yesi was like an outsider. When he was young, he did not cry or make noises, and he calmly waited for redemption.
Then came the day when the Mo family came to redeem him.
The Mo family called the police.
When the gangster discovered this, the enraged gangster wanted to kill the ticket.
They hijacked him into the car and drove the car on the road like a lifeless.
When chased by the police, a group of people panicked and drove down the cliff.
At that time, it was also his fate.
All the gangsters who kidnapped him fell under the cliff. When he fell out of the car, a chasing policeman pulled him in time and dragged him up.
Just when everyone thought he was rescued and safe, another wave of gangsters rushed over and saw his mate's car fell off the cliff. He was furious and irritated. When he lost his mind, he shot at them.
The policeman who rescued him from under the cliff immediately stood in front of him.
Blocked the bullets from him for him.
At this time, the dream became a blood red.
Large blood flows from the body of the policeman who blocked the bullet for him, and soon all the police uniforms on him were stained red.
He opened his eyes wide, and the young and handsome face was still unwilling and reluctant, and fell into the pool of blood without moving.
After being kidnapped for three days and three nights, Mo Yesi, who had been beaten by various insults by gangsters, had never cried, but the tears came out the moment the policeman fell in front of him.
This scene became his eternal nightmare.
He looked at the dazzling blood red, his heart seemed to be stabbed, and the sharp pain spread from his mouth to the whole body.
He felt almost out of breath.
He watched his life-saving benefactor fall before him, his life passing by little by little.
But there is no way.
The feeling of powerlessness caused him to fall into deep self-blame and guilt.
If it were not to save him, the policeman would not die.
If he was not so weak at the time, he could protect himself.
in case……
"Mo Yesi..."
Just as before, when he was trapped in a nightmare and could not wake up, a soft and soft voice suddenly sounded in his ear, and his name was shouted anxiously and anxiously: "Mo Yesi, Mo Yesi..."
He felt a soft hand clenched his hand, injecting a new force into his body.
His cold body warmed up a little bit.