CEO Above, Me Below

Chapter 559: The death of the flute

A person is standing there with a gun.

"Time flute"

When Xiao Nian was shocked and wide-eyed, she rushed toward her.

How could this be.

The whistle lay on the ground, the blood on the chest was wet, and she held a pair of eyes, her eyelashes trembled, and she still had a breath.

"When the flute flutes, how are you?" Xiao Nian squatted down and looked at her incredulously.

"Sister."

When the flute saw her smile, she shook and raised her hand and grabbed it.

"How about you, I will take you to see a doctor." When Xiao Nian regained the hand of the flute, and the years of grievances between the whistle and the whistle seemed to suddenly become completely unimportant.

She only saw the blood of the flute.

"Come."

When the flute spoke, the voice was weak and the blood leaked out of his mouth.

When Xiao Nian quickly lowered his head and attached his ear to the mouth of the flute, his eyes were touching the large bloodstains of the chest of the flute, and the blood was shocking.

"He hid and hid well, but only enough for one person, so I came out and came." The flute trembled and tried hard. "Don't tell him, I, I am dead, save, save. He, no, not waiting for you, he will not stay and stay."

When Xiao Nian listened to her hard voice, her eyes were red and her voice was hoarse. "Well, I promise you."

The bald heads came over and looked at them doubtfully.

"I'm sorry, sister." The flute grabbed her hand and the voice was in the blood. "For you, I really know it is wrong, you believe me."

When I was thinking, I nodded hard. "I believe, I believe, in fact, many times you are a child's arrogant temper. I know, I know, and I know that you are suffering too much."

She had a terrible year when she was thrown into the poor country by Miyao, she knew.

Hearing the words, the flute smiled happily, and the tears suddenly spilled out of his eyes. "Sister, you are so good. When you are young and small, I will help you with my troubles. In fact, you are the best and the best for me." ”

""

When Xiao Nian closed his eyes, his tears fell on his cheeks.

"Don't, don't cry, sister." The flute spit out a blood, exhausted the strength of the whole body and grabbed the hand of Xiao Nian, carrying the last breath. "I am enough, enough. I am so happy, I, I finally acted like you, and in the same year, took care of the blindness of the first four or four years, and he did not let it before."

When Xiao Nian reached out, he took the flute and hugged it into his arms and hugged him firmly.

For the hug of the little thoughts, Shidi smiled more happily, his face was **** in her arms, her eyes staring at her, her eyes became more and more godless.

"I want to go back to childhood, you, you will let me play with you, just fine." Shidi said slowly closing his eyes, and the hand of Xiao Nian fell down when he was close.

When Xiao Nian sat squatting on the ground, her hand clung to the flute, and she looked at the flute's hand and landed on the ground.

"Little Flute" when Xiao Nian looked at the face of the flute in a low voice, she looked like she was asleep, "Little Flute, Xiaodi, wake up."

""

The time flute lay in her arms and never opened her mouth again.

died.

The flute is dead.

"Little flute, my sister will take you to play, must take you." When Xiao Nian held his mouth, he murmured, tears continually squatting down.

Not anymore.

If you return to childhood, they will be good sisters and must be sisters.

When Xiao Nian took the flute more and more tightly, the bald head came over from the side, raised a gun at her, and said coldly, "The friend you want to take is her. She is the first person."

When Xiao Nian sat on the ground, looked up and looked at the muzzle of the bald head, shook his head, and said something sobbing. "No, I am not looking for her, but she is my sister, I don't know how she will be here." If you know me, you should know some of my grudges from my sister and Mu Qianchu."

In addition to grief, Shi Xiao Nian still has a trace of reason.

The bald head will look at her suspiciously.

Someone probably checked her information on the mobile phone and gave it to the bald head. After looking at the bald head, she took the gun and took the gun. She said, "It’s her own gunshot. We are looking for Mu Qianchu, she I rushed up to find death."

""

When Xiao Nian closed his eyes, tears could not be suppressed.

"Are you sad?" asked the bald head. It seems that the sisters' grievances are not as heavy as those written on the Internet.

"In any case, she is my sister." Shi Xiaonian said.

"You just said what she said is where Mu Qianchu was."

The bald head asked again.

He can't understand Chinese.

When Xiao Nian slowly put the whistle on the ground, stood up, blood on his body, she shook her head. "No, she just remembered what happened to us when we were young. You are Gongao want you to deal with Mu Qianchu?"

Listening to her mention of the name of Gong Ou, the bald head laughed. "How can Mr. Gong be with us like this? I only know that Mu Qian’s loss has a credit for him. Mu Qianchu also swallowed us a lot. Now that he is losing power, we have revenge."

Gong Ou is the palace of Europe, no matter when, as long as he is willing, he can make people go nowhere with a single finger.

He was trying to help her, she was moved; but he didn't know, she didn't want to see such a scene.

"It turned out to be."

When Xiao Nian nodded.

"This, I am sorry." The bald head pointed to the time flute on the ground with a gun.

When Xiao Nian shook her head, she was so isolated that she could not pursue it.

Several people ran towards the bald head and whispered. "There was no one found. The informant only saw the woman who flew out of the cafe, as if she had not seen Mu Qianchu."

"Is it true that Mu Qianchu really didn't come?" The bald head was puzzled.

When Xiao Nian saw it, he slowly turned around and continued to walk in, feeling heavy and heavy.

In a box, a young couple is holding together and shrinking into the corner. The man holds the woman firmly and points his back to the muzzle of one person.

"I found my friend."

When Xiao Nian said, he went up and looked at them. "Sally, David, my friend, the gentleman is willing to let us go."

The couple was staring at the little thoughts, not too confused, standing up and following the little thoughts to leave.

In the end, Shi Xiao Nian just left the cafe with a strange couple.

She sat in a shop diagonally across the café, waiting until the evening, until the people left, when Xiaonian stood in front of the glass and did not see them take Mu Qianchu.

As the time flute said, she gave the best hiding position to Mu Qianchu.

Domestic.

It is late at night.

The Imperial Castle is quiet, and the moonlight falls on a floor-to-ceiling window, shining into the large bedroom, where the lights are bright.

Oversized bed, gray quilt bulging, a handsome man lying in bed is asleep, his forehead is full of sweat, his eyes are tight, the eyelids under the eyelids have been moving, sleeping very unsteady.

Chains that are towed on the ground.

The cage rails that are thicker than the arms are trapped by him.

A piece of news was projected on the wall, and Xiao Nian went to Italy to catch up with his father's funeral and then presided over the mother's funeral.

Let him go out.

He wants to see a little thought, he wants to see when he sees

He slammed the railings hard, hysterically pulled out, the chain locked in his waist, and his waist was tortured with blood.

"Miyao, when you are indifferent to these news, your illness will be cured." Mona walked outside the cage.

"My mother is not cured, I want to see when I miss, I will see you now."

He can't wait to rush out to tear Mona's face.

"The disease is your own cure, but at the beginning, I have the final say, you have to cure this disease." Mona looked at him with his arms.

He stared at her with both eyes, screaming and screaming. "Let me go out, I want to see a little thought."

He is going to see her

Her parents are dead, she must be very uncomfortable, and she still has to stay with the man of Mu Qianchu, he will never allow

He wants to be a little thought, he wants to miss

"Death, you are like this, go and what can you do when you can help? You think she really likes a neurotic that has already gone mad." Mona sneered and spurred him. "Don't dream, At this time, when Mu Qianchu was accompanied by a small thought, I am afraid that I have been in countless beds."

"Let me go out and let me go out"

He rushed forward and slammed the railing with his feet.

The light in the cage was extinguished, flashing his eyes, making him more violent and crazy. He was desperately licking the chain, and when he looked at the wall, there would be a little thought, and there would be no.

The sweat fell from his forehead and wet his eyes.

Suddenly, the light is dark.

Nothing can be seen.

The cage can’t be seen.

I can't see the little thoughts.

"let me out"

Miyao slammed up from the bed, his eyes glaring at the front, his eyes fierce, his expression stunned, his sweat fascinated into his eyes, and his vision blurred.

Do this nightmare again.

Miyao stretched out his hand and sat on the bed and gasped.

He has always dreamed of the initial stage of treatment. He dreamed of thinking about the pain of the little thoughts. Isn’t he not far from going back?

Mona, your skills are really not good.

He just stopped for a while, and there was a harbinger of the recurrence of the disease.

Treatment, he four years, the recurrence is so short?

Miyau's fingers are buried in the hair, the short hair is all wet, **** it.

He opened the quilt out of bed, prepared to take a shower, and the door knock suddenly came. Miao Ou’s brows picked up and went to the door to open the door.

A maid stood in the door with a worried look.

"Do you know what time it is now?"

Miyao looked at the maid coldly, and actually disturbed him in the middle of the night. Is it crazy?

"Young master, the sealer called back and said that Miss Xi may have an accident." Feng De looked at him.

""

Miyako stood there, his fingers touching his sleeves at once, he wore pajamas and no cufflinks.

His face was tight and he spoke coldly. "Nothing."

How could she have an accident?

She had no accidents with her parents four years ago, and what can happen now.