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Chen Xing's hair was hurt by his pulling, and there was some water in his eyes, and he frowned and didn't speak.
Lin Xiuyu went mad and approached him: "Come on, is Lin Xiucheng pretending? You colluded, right?"
Chen Xing looked at Lin Xiuyu's close face, and he said, "Yeah, idiot."
Before Lin Xiuyu could see clearly, a cold object was wrapped around his neck.
Chen Xing had untied the handcuffs at some point and went around behind him, wrapping his hands around Lin Xiuyu's neck, the handcuffs tightly stuck to his throat, his knees pressed against his spine, Lin Xiuyu's throat let out a terrifying "giggle" His face was flushed, his eyes were splitting, and soon, his pupils opened, and he lost his breath.
Chen Xing let go of Lin Xiuyu's head and took the gun from his waist.
Derrick didn't know if he was too careless, thinking that Chen Xing was really Lin Xiuyu's little pet, or he trusted Lin Xiuyu to be optimistic about him, and went out with his subordinates.
Chen Xing went downstairs carefully. This is an old building with almost no one living in it. Next to it is an abandoned school, which is deserted. Fortunately, a garbage truck drove past.
With all his strength, he climbed into the car, climbed into the cabinet at the back of the car, and hid behind a garbage bag to breathe. Chen Xing had a headache and felt cold all over. Yidian moved forward and left there, Chen Xing's spirit relaxed, and his consciousness gradually became unclear.
Confused, Chen Xing felt that the car had stopped many times, as if it had reached a place where there was a sound outside, and stopped again. He climbed out of the car, lost his strength when he got off the high truck box, and fell heavily to the ground.
He slowed down for a long time, and when the pain subsided, he sat up on his arms.
It's snowing in London.
Chen Xing fell into an alley leading to the main road. Snowflakes fell on his face one after another, cold and wet, which made his head clear.
There is a phone booth at the entrance of the alley. For a short distance, Chen Xing's legs hurt so badly, his hamstrings twitched, and it took him a long time to move. His mobile phone was found and thrown out of the car. After taking it away, he still had some change in his pocket. He put the money into the coin slot and dialed Lin Xiucheng's cell phone number.
Lin Xiucheng was going crazy waiting for Derrick's call back.
Once Derrick and Lin Xiuyu find out how important Chen Xing is to him, they will put Chen Xing in a more dangerous situation. He must take the initiative and wait for Derrick to ask him in return. Chen Xing also understands this, so he makes a decision on the other end of the phone. pleading look. However, more than four hours had passed since Lin Xiucheng hung up the phone in the morning, and the landline never rang again.
As soon as he closed his eyes, it was all Chen Xing's hoarse shout, and Chen Xing was saying "help me". Lin Xiucheng asked Lin Sen to prepare the cash and diamonds. If Derrick called again... He was afraid that he would agree to all the conditions out of control.
Lin Xiucheng stood up and looked down from the floor-to-ceiling windows. There was a lot of snow, and the roof of the shorter house was covered with a thin layer of white. The phone on the coffee table suddenly vibrated, he walked over quickly, it was an unknown number.
He opened to answer, and Chen Xing told him in a weak voice from the other end: "Lin Xiucheng, I am probably in a phone booth in the middle of St. Paul's Street. I seem to have a fever. Come and pick me up."
Lin Xiucheng found Chen Xing in the phone booth.
He looked down at the dirty boy in the small pavilion who fell asleep holding the microphone, and knelt down and picked him up.
If Chen Xing is awake, he must be disgusted by such a pose, Lin Xiucheng thought.
Chen Xing's eyelashes were long and deaf. There was melted ice and snow on top of it, and there were some stains on his face. Lin Xiucheng reached out and wiped it for him. When he touched Chen Xing's cold skin, he realized that his fingers were trembling.
He got out of the car with Chen Xing in his arms and went to the hospital for an examination. Chen Xing had a high fever, and his body was covered with abrasions and bruises. The fall on his knee was very serious, and a large piece was broken and bleeding.
The doctor cleaned his wound, hung a needle for him to reduce fever, and left.
Lin Xiucheng sat on the side and guarded him. Seeing that Chen Xing's fingers were full of black filth, he went to the bathroom and brought a basin of hot water. He soaked the towel, squeezed it dry, and put it on the back of Chen Xing's hand. Slowly wipe the stains off for him, revealing the bruised bruises.
Lin Xiucheng looked at Chen Xing lying quietly on the bed, pursing his lips and falling asleep. He looked lifeless and no longer so high-spirited, but he was alive in front of Lin Xiucheng, breathing up and down with his chest. Lin Xiucheng's heart also fell, and it fell safely to where it should be. Lin Xiucheng held Chen Xing's hand and warmed his hand, which became cold because of the water.
Chen Xing should be clean, he thought, he would build a conservatory on a high-rise building for Chen Xing, and tell him to bask in the sun at the highest point in London, with no wind blowing, and fresh flowers and plants are planted around, and even if Chen Xing exposed The innocent smile that is best at begging him, he will not let him go.
Chen Xing slept for 20 hours before waking up. He was in good health, and the fever subsided in the middle of the night.
Lin Xiucheng fell asleep beside his bed, and Chen Xing's arm hurt because of his thick black hair. Chen Xing watched the miserable white ceiling empty for a while, stretched out his hand to push Lin Xiucheng's shoulder, he had a retention needle in his left hand, and it hurt when he moved.
Lin Xiucheng also woke up, looked up at him, he didn't close his eyes for two nights, didn't change his clothes, put his glasses aside, bloodshot in the whites of his eyes, squinted at Chen Xing, and said something nonsense: "Wake up.already?"
Chen Xing looked at him for a while, and laughed half-deadly. He laughed and laughed at him: "Master Xiu, you are not handsome anymore."
Lin Xiucheng rubbed his head, stood up and went to wash.
When Lin Xiucheng finished washing and came back after shaved, Chen Xing also sat up, lifted the quilt and sat cross-legged waiting for him, the lawless Chen Xing again.
"I think I killed Lin Xiuyu." He touched the wound on his face, but Lin Xiucheng took it away as soon as his hand touched the wound, "I just touched it, it hurts a little."
Lin Xiucheng put his hand away, sat beside the bed and discussed with him: "Chen Xing, when you are well, you can follow Gu Qing to the United States."