: not dead

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"My wife, it's all over, can you call me husband?" Zhang Xingyun's voice was pleading.
Zhang Xingyun let go after being watched by a strong force. The wind from the phone clearly told Ling Xiaoya that the man was falling fast.
"Her husband, I don't want you to die ..." Ling Xiaoya finally cried out on the ground.
"My wife, don't cry, you have to take care of yourself in the future, there is nothing to do with your body ..." The last few words accompanying the man were the sound of falling water.
"Zhang Xingyun? Zhang Xingyun!" Ling Xiaoya's expression fell into a dull face.
"Falled?"
"Well, it fell ..."
"Should we just save people first ..."
I do n’t know how Zhang Xingyun will react to these brain-dead conversations? But now he has no time.
"Mr. Ling, this document requires your signature." Yang Xue pushed open the door of Mr. Ling's office and was shocked to see Mr. Ling kneeling on the ground.
"Mr. Ling, what's wrong with you?" Yang Xue exclaimed, trying to pull Ling Xiaoya forward.
It seemed to be surprised by Yang Xue's voice. Ling Xiaoya's loose pupils were focused. With a hand that opened Yang Xue, he quickly got up from the ground and ran to the elevator.
Yang Xue was pushed unexpectedly by Ling Xiaoya and fell to the ground. Rubbing his buttocks, Yang Xue was a question mark.
What has happened to Ling recently? Feeling abnormally powerful.
When Ling Xiaoya rushed to the riverside, the onlookers had dispersed and the bridge was blocked. Four or five policemen were investigating and collecting evidence.
"Miss, miss, there is danger!" A young policeman held Ling Xiaoya who wanted to run over.
The woman grabbed his uniform with his backhand and cried some red eyes to the little policeman, "What about people? Did you find someone?"
The young policeman was stared at by Ling Xiaoya, a beautiful woman, with a red face. "I'm sorry, I haven't found it yet."
Ling Xiaoya slumped weakly on the ground, forgetting to let go of her hand, and the young policeman was pulled down by her and squatted down.
Seeing the expression of the woman's decadent Tang, there was a trace of sadness in her eyes. Although it is difficult to say it, it still needs to be psychologically prepared. "Ms. Pingjiang's water is very urgent. I am afraid ...
"Don't talk about it!" Ling Xiaoya interrupted the young policeman, her tears streaming down.
The young policeman stood up and sighed, "We try our best."
However, at this time Ling Xiaoya could not hear what he said.
Wilson realized that the moment the car sank, Zhang Xingyun was not just a little security guard.
He can flip out of the car lightly, and he can't move himself, which makes people hidden.
So a few times before, everything that happened when he met with him would not be a coincidence. Whatever happened naturally, it is clear that this man is making trouble!
Wilson had sunk to the bottom with the car. The man was immersed in the water. It just fell so suddenly that there was no time to hold his breath, only to go out constantly.
There was endless resentment and crazy obsession in his heart.
It is ridiculous that an elite who is eager for everyone in the business world has been so taken by a security guard.
Ya'an hasn't got it yet, and Ling Xiaoya hasn't surrendered to his feet. It's too bad for him to die like this.
Strongly unwilling to grow crazy in his heart, but he could only widen his eyes, feeling the air flow away from his lungs.
"It seems that you don't want to die." Suddenly a voice rang around Wilson.
who is it?
Wilson could not speak at this time, but the voice was very real.
"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you don't want to die." The voice was low and cold. When Wilson wanted to see clearly, a grimace appeared in front of his cracking eyes.
He widened his eyes and seemed to want to see that the man in front of him was a ghost.
"I save you at the cost of your soul. How?" This distant voice sounded again.
Well, I promise you everything, as long as you can save me.
The air in the lungs was squeezed out, and a second before the coma, Wilson seemed to think that the person with the grimace mask laughed again, and then lost consciousness.
Ling Xiaoya had been sitting on the bridge that way all the time. After the police dissuaded the failure, she left helplessly.
"Zhang Xingyun, you bastard, you can't let you die, you dare ..." Ling Xiaoya clenched her fists, her face full of sadness.
"Little brother, you borrowed my clothes to wear them. My clothes were wet and I couldn't go to work ..." A cheap voice came from a distance, making Ling Xiaoya stunned.
Very familiar, let her think of the again, and her tears began to stop.
"Ah, don't go ... beauty, or lend me your clothes, forget it, are you free? Let's drink tea ..."
The voice of the man kept coming from behind, and the sound and tone were strikingly similar to that bastard.
Ling Xiaoya's stiff body, even a little dare not look backwards, if not, Kong Huan rejoices.
When she saw the man, a smile finally appeared on her face, and it was indeed the bastard.
At this time, Zhang Xingyun is still getting the beautiful women passing by, although he is always rolled his eyes.
"Cut, don't drink if you don't drink, and you don't have a good wife without me." Zhang Xingyun said indignantly after being scolded as a neuropath.
Ling Xiaoya looked at the man with anger and amusement. If it weren't for the general public, she would have stepped forward to slap him in the mouth. This would scare herself to death, but she still couldn't change the dog to eat shit, beauty on the street.
However, she saw that the man was safe and unharmed, and she was happy in her heart, and she never remembered that Wilson once, and Ling Xiaoya did not find it herself.
Although Zhang Xingyun was not angry, but the action did not stop, Ling Xiaoya stood for a long time, and couldn't help but a black line appeared.
Even Zhang Xingyun, who was still discussing with the beauty whether to drink tea, was kicked fiercely.
"Oh, Nima, who kicked Laozi's ass!" Zhang Xingyun was kicked coldly and scolded.
But the moment he turned around, the whole person counseled.
"Old, my wife ..." Zhang Xingyun looked like a child who had made a mistake. He bowed his head and stood in front of Ling Xiaoya, his fingers twisted in front of him.
On the bank a few kilometers west of the Pingjiang Bridge, woke up faintly and spit out a lot of river water as soon as he got up.
I'm not dead?
Wilsu looked at his palm and pinched it on his thigh. When he hurt, he jumped up.
"Isn't it dead?" Wilson's face showed the joy of the rest of his life, "Ha ha ha ..."
But the man had not finished laughing, and the grimace before the coma appeared in front of him again. This time he saw clearly.
A woman, wearing a grimace mask, dressed in black.
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