Meng Qingge has died once in the world of Ji Wanzhou, although it is only a few hours.


    But those hours were the second thing in his life when he felt heartache and hard to breathe.


    The first thing was that when he was young, he was crying with his mother''s body in his arms.


    "Afraid?" Ji Wanzhou looks at Meng Qingge and asks.


    "How can you be afraid of it?" Meng Qingge glanced at Ji Wanzhou, "knowing that someone is going to kill you, how can you be afraid? If you knew someone would kill you, would you not be afraid? "


    Hearing Meng Qingge throw this problem back to him, Ji Wanzhou''s lip corners gently hook, "you when so many years, no one wants to kill me?"


    As soon as the voice fell, Ji Wanzhou grabbed Meng Qingge''s hand and put it in his palm.


    His right hand palm, palmprint horizontal, there is a slightly convex, from the scar.


    Meng Qingge had never paid attention to it before. Today, he touched it with his hands, which made him feel the scar.


    "How did it come from?" Meng Qingge didn''t hold back and asked. He lowered his head and studied the scar.


    "Caught, stabbed, and in." Ji Wanzhou looked at her face worried expression, light said, "inserted through."


    As soon as Ji Wanzhou''s voice fell, Meng Qingge immediately turned his hand over and looked at the back of his hand.


    Sure enough, in the palm scar corresponding to the back of the hand in the past, there is also a long scar, but shallow, no palm scar convex, so shocking to touch.


    "Processed?" Meng Qingge raised his head and asked.


    "Yes." Ji Wanzhou looked at her eyes and laughed. She was relaxed and natural, "otherwise, how ugly."


    Meng Qingge patted his hand and then let it go


    Ji Wanzhou picked her eyebrows, reached out and grabbed her hand back.


    Meng Qingge did not know, so he looked up to Ji Wanzhou, "eh?"


    Ji Wanzhou''s expression became serious, and his voice sank, "I want to send you to the base."


    "Yes?" Meng Qingge frowned and sent to the base? Why? Seeing Ji Wanzhou''s serious face, she asked carefully, "why, isn''t it safe here?"


    Ji Wanzhou nodded, "compared with the base, the safety index of the villa is much lower."


    Meng Qingge''s eyebrows, wrinkled more tightly, even villa is not safe? However, it is also true that the top 50 killers in the world have certain strength and are still very strong.


    From the design of the accident, we can see that the designer''s logic is meticulous and clear, even the probability is calculated.


    "And you?" Meng asked, "what do you do with your eyes?"


    "They''re targeting you, not me." Season evening boat gently patted the back of her hand, let her rest assured, "now no one dares to move me, it''s OK."


    Meng Qingge nodded, and then remembered some things, so he continued to ask, "how long does it take to hide? My play has not been performed yet


    Ji Wanzhou pinched her hand with a bit of punishment. "When is it? Still thinking about acting? My life is gone. What do you play, soul? "


    Meng Qingge some slightly eat pain, wrung the eyebrow, "a while ago pretended to be dead, now want to play disappear? Who am I trying to provoke? "


    Ji Wanzhou picked eyebrows. Who knows who you''ve invited? Anyway, the person behind Mr. m has not been found out.


    Ji Wanzhou calls Lao Bai and asks him to come and take Meng Qingge to Z base.


    Meng Qingge picked up some daily necessities and was taken away by Laobai.


    As for pipi, he stayed in the villa.


    Season evening boat watched the car gradually far away, until, can not see the shadow of the car, this just took back the eyes.


    She''ll be safer in hiding.


    And only when she is safe, can he focus more on things and think more seriously.


    If you can''t be sure of Meng Qingge''s safety, then Ji Wanzhou is in a mess no matter what he does.


    After shaking off his head, Ji Wanzhou walked back to the villa, opened his red Rolls Royce, got out of the villa again, and went straight to the company.