The sweet wife is too fierce: Mr. Lu, get out of here!

Zhong Su led her to walk in the not-so-bright aisle. The air-conditioning from the central air conditioner made the aisle a bit cooler. There were some patients sitting on the seats next to them. Their hands were all big. bit by bit.

An Hao's eyes turned away from those patients, but she didn't intend to alarm them. After all, these people are all patients, and they can't survive a minute in Zhong Su's hands.

But it's really not her character to just get caught like this.

The two were walking at the stairs, Anhao bit her lip and looked at the corner, thinking whether to fight.

Suddenly, Anhao stopped, looked back at Zhong Su, and said in a discussing tone, "Why don't you let me go?" Anhao looked up at him, her big eyes were blinking, looking very harmless.

Zhong Su didn't know what Qiao Anhao was planning, so he just pushed her lightly, "Let's go."

An Hao clicked his tongue, then raised a malicious smile, tilted his head and looked behind him, that smile made Zhong Su inexplicably uncomfortable, as if the roles of the two had been reversed.

Just when Zhong Su was about to look back, Anhao suddenly called out "Wen Shiyi."

Zhong Su was startled suddenly, and then the gun in his hand turned around and shot behind him without any hesitation. The huge gunshot resounded in this silent corridor, and everyone woke up immediately.

Zhong Su looked at the empty back, the bullet was shot into the wall, the muzzle was still slightly hot, he turned his head immediately, but there was still Qiao Anhao in front of him, and there was no sign of him.

He squeezed the gun tightly, his face was full of anger that couldn't be concealed, this was the second time he was played by Qiao Anhao!

Putting the gun into the corner of his clothes, he chased after him, but it was not as chaotic as imagined. On the contrary, the corridor became quieter, and all the doors of the wards were closed.

Obviously, they knew what was going on, and they chose to turn a blind eye to avoid getting hurt themselves.

And Qiao Anhao, who escaped from Zhong Su's hands, kicked her high heels downstairs, causing her to run away in a panic all the way, trying to make Zhong Su think she was going downstairs, but she herself was barefoot. On the roof.

The roof was empty, and there was nothing there. She walked around to the back of the door, squatted down and carefully untie the whip for herself. Fortunately, she had learned a few tricks in prison, so it would be no problem to untie the rope. nailed it.

Holding the untied whip in her hand, the barbs on her wrists had already been pricked with blood, and there were small blood holes pierced on her wrists.

The night wind was blowing, and her clothes were soaked in cold sweat. She could hear some small and noisy voices from downstairs. Although the gunfire had an impact, it seemed that not so many people cared.

Qiao Anhao's heart was pounding, and she carefully moved to the position of the guardrail. It was dark below, and the street lights were dim, so it was impossible to see clearly, and Anhao was not sure what was going on below.

She could only go back to squatting in the corner, expecting someone to come and inspect her. She didn't expect to catch Zhong Su, but at least she hoped to drive Zhong Su away.

As time went by little by little, Anhao became more and more uneasy. She wanted to go downstairs to have a look, but she was afraid of bumping into Zhong Su head-on, so the loss outweighed the gain.