He Is Warmer Than Time

She smiled: "I know, I will find a way to draw her out as soon as possible."

"It's best to lead her out alone, and don't take her husband who is a soldier."

Jin Ling frowned: "This...very tricky."

Xu Biao took out two stacks of hundred-yuan bills from a drawer on the side again: "This is 20,000 yuan. After it's done, you will have everything, a car, a house, and a man you admire. You won’t lose money on this sale. ."

The calculation flashed in Jin Ling's eyes, no matter what their real purpose was, she just had to find ways to draw Song Ran out. This deal, how worthwhile to look at.

When she left with the money, Qin Mo slowly came down from the second floor, and Xu Biao hurried up to meet him: "Young Master..."

Qin Mo Gao 186, wearing a white shirt on top and khaki linen pants on the bottom. He leans on the railing, a bit of bohemianness. With a cigarette in his hand, he lazily said: "Let that woman hurry up. Do things, don’t delay, if she can’t, then quickly change someone and don’t hang herself on a tree."

"Understand, Young Master."

"Well, I won't live here tonight, change a place."

"Yes."

Qin Mo was only twenty-five years old, but he was very cunning and deep in the city. Some people were born with criminal genes in their bones and blood. Although he did not grow up next to the drug lord's father, he became an arms dealer in the United States alone.

The blood flowing things, sometimes, will not change due to changes in the surrounding environment.

He is calm and quiet on the surface, talking and laughing, but he is extremely cruel.

In the past, he was incapable. Now, how can he not report the revenge of his father?

It's a pity that the woman is already dead, so her daughter can only be used for surgery, blame it, you didn't give birth to a good child.

Late at night, Song Ran slept unsteadily, holding Gu Jingxing's skirt tightly with both hands, Gu Jingxing gently patted her back, trying to coax her to sleep.

In the dream, there was darkness, and Song Ran was panting. She was very panic, pulling a person in panic, and kept walking forward.

She turned her head and saw that it was her elder sister, who had a big belly, and just ran forward with her like this.

Song Ran wanted to talk, wanted to tell her sister that you were pregnant and could not run so fiercely, but when she spoke, a cold wind poured into her throat, blocking all her words, and the cold wind blew out her tears.

The footsteps behind were chaotic, and the voices were loud, but when she looked back, there was nothing...

With a bang, the gunshot, she looked back in panic, and saw their mother, Yu Jin...

In the dark, she was smiling, looking at her and her sister with a smile.

Then, the blood fell down the corners of her mouth, and she said, "Go!"

Then crashed to the ground.

Suddenly, Song Ran came to his senses, panting violently while covering his heart.

Gu Jingxing hurriedly stretched out his hand to the side of the lamp, then sat and watched her: "What's wrong with Xiao Ran?"

Upon closer inspection, he found that her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. He quickly reached out and wiped her sweat. Song Ran looked at Gu Jingxing with lingering fear: "I had a nightmare just now, something that I had done before, similar. Nightmare."

"What dream?"

"I dreamed that Yu Jin did not know that my sister blocked a shot for me, and then...and then died in front of us, but she...clearly no longer exists."

Gu Jingxing hurriedly reached out and hugged her in his arms: "You are thinking day by day and dreaming at night, don't think too much, huh?"