Your lips are exactly what I want

Suddenly there was a heavy sound of falling down, Chu Qike opened his eyes suspiciously, but saw the man staring wide-eyed lying beside him, already out of breath, looking at the figure in front of him, his tense nerves suddenly let go, a long He let out a breath, and the corners of his blood-stained lips rose slightly.

"You came."

Calm eyes glanced at her lightly, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and nonchalantly wiped his right hand that had been strained just now, Su Shengyu dropped the iron rod in his hand and smashed it on the ground, making a crisp bang.

Facing her performance, Chu Qike laughed lightly, coughed a few times, and wanted to stand up on the steps, but the knife in the waist was indeed stabbed too deep, so that it hurt his muscles and bones, and he couldn't even move. It was very difficult to do it all at once, let alone forcefully stand up.

Seeing this, Su Shengyu put the handkerchief back into his pocket unhurriedly, leaned down slightly, and stretched out his hand towards Chu Qike.

Chu Qike did not refuse, and accepted her help directly, and was easily pulled up, barely holding on to the handrail beside him, panting heavily, but looked back at her calmly.

"Thank you."

"No need."

Su Shengyu put his hands in his pockets and leaned halfway on the escalator, his eyes were indifferent.

"Don't forget your promise."

Chu Qike raised the corners of his lips and laughed a few times. It really is a businessman who can't get up early without profit. If it wasn't for profit, how could Su Shengyu easily help her, let alone help her former enemy.

"At this point, do I still have leeway?"

A quick smile flashed across her face, Su Shengxi turned around slowly, while stepping on the rusty iron ladder steadily, he quickly took out a complete package from the inside pocket of the windbreaker, Without looking back, he threw it at Chu Qike, subconsciously gathered up his coat, carefully put on the black leather gloves, looked carefully, and smiled.

"It's just a deposit, no thanks."

Without waiting for Chu Qike's reaction, he walked straight to the gate of the factory without looking back, and Su Shengyu buttoned up the buttons of his coat one by one.Next, it is Chu Qike's own business. Regardless of whether she can rescue An Yimo or not, the Chu family already has a clear whereabouts, so why bother to intervene in things that should not be handled privately? Perhaps Chu Qike is unwilling, Everything that needs to be done has been done well, just sit back and enjoy it.

Chu Qike easily took the package thrown by Su Shengyu. From the crack in the package, the black and bright luster was enough to attract her attention. He slowly held the handrail of the stairs, settled down, and endured With severe pain in the waist, he gritted his teeth and went up to the second floor. He had been delayed for too long and could not waste any more time.

Compared with the large and open first floor, the second floor is more like an abandoned workshop. The doors of some rooms have been severely detached. Walking along the not-so-bright corridor, in the corner at the end, the first thing that catches the eye is a room that is not The large conference room is so shabby compared to other rooms, but the door of this conference room is very clean and tidy, which is very eye-catching. Chu Qike tentatively stepped lightly, leaning against the door, holding the door with one hand. The iron handle, which was still as bright as new, suddenly tensed up, and there was still residual temperature on the handle. It was obvious that someone had come in and out. Chu Qike noticed a slight noise in the room, and quickly withdrew his hand.

Before she had time to react, the door was kicked open, and two black-clothed men held small silencers and came out as if they were watching. Perhaps the noise on the stairs just now had aroused their vigilance. Noticing Chu Qike in the shadow by the door, he carefully searched every corner of the long straight corridor.

Looking at the unobstructed corridor, Chu Qike's eyes were focused on the rusty floor, and his eyebrows suddenly frowned.

At the same time, the two men seemed to have discovered something, and they all stopped and stared at a certain spot on the floor to examine carefully, then turned around instantly, and nervously searched the surrounding corners.

Holding the incision on his waist heavily, the blood flowed meanderingly along the gaps between his fingers, accumulating and falling. Chu Qike looked at the bright or dark long bloodstains on the ground from a distance, and realized the critical situation, so he couldn't help but take a few steps back , leaning against the wall, but accidentally touched the wound, and gritted his teeth fiercely.

Holding the gun tightly, the two men sensed the change, and began to slowly move towards Chu Qike's direction. The hand holding the gun trembled a little, and the crisp sound of the leather shoes touching the ground was enough to break the tense nerves , the shadows of the two gathered together and merged with the shadow by the door. The muzzle of the black hole was facing the area where Chu Qike was, and the gunpowder smell of the muzzle could almost be felt.

The two of them were already close to the wide door, only a short distance away.

In an instant, Chu Qike slammed the iron gate out, took the opportunity to kick it out, the leading man yelled, and shot desperately at the heavy iron gate, but he couldn't stop the heavy offensive, the iron gate slammed The ground hit him on the shoulder, and he took a few steps back. Just as he stood on his heels, he was kicked in the shoulder again by Chu Qike, and fell to the ground without any resistance, clutching his bloody body in pain. Fuzzy shoulders, shouting loudly.

Quickly passing over his body, Chu Qike stepped on his arm, stooped and kicked the gun in his hand far away.

Seeing this, the man behind him drew his gun in horror and was about to shoot at her, but she suddenly grabbed his wrist and folded it severely. The gun slipped from his palm and fell to the ground. Chu Qike leaned over to pick it up. A gun was pressed against the tip of his nose, and the man hurriedly raised his hands in fright, not daring to move.

There was tearing pain from his waist, Chu Qike felt that the injury was getting worse, and he didn't want to waste any more time, so he hurried back a few steps, still pointed the gun at the man, pushed open the door on the other side behind him, and entered the conference room. Put away the gun.

Cold sweat dripped down his pale forehead, and the severe pain from the two stab wounds on his waist and back made Chu Qike shrink back involuntarily, leaning his back against the wall with difficulty, panting heavily, blood staining the white wall red, Scarlet and terrifying.

There is a long and narrow table in the large conference room, chairs are scattered on both sides of the table, and some white teacups are placed on the table. The whole room does not look like it is in disrepair, but rather mysterious. There was an imperceptible wooden door. Chu Qike took a deep breath, restraining the unbearable pain, and wanted to check.