Chapter 1672

Xue Zhibing saw that the two men were on the phone, listening to the content of the phone, the other side was Qin Yuanyang.

Does Qin Yuanyang finally know that she's gone? Will he come to save her?

Xue Zhibing holds her breath. She is not afraid of death. She is afraid of death. She can't die like this!

Qin Yuanyang didn't know what to say. The man turned on the hands-free, turned on the flash of his mobile phone and said, "I can show you what Miss Xue looks like now. She's very well."

Xue Zhibing feels that she can't open her eyes. Her eyes are staring at the camera of her mobile phone. If Qin Yuanyang sees her now, she should

A cold voice came from the mobile phone: "no, I won't sign the agreement. That woman has nothing to do with me."

Xue Zhibing's eyes are dull. What is Qin Yuanyang talking about?

Was she guessed correctly, her life and death in Qin Yuanyang's eyes, which has the share important!

Xue Zhibing deep breathing, she can't say a word, sorrow is more than heart death.

In Qin Yuanyang's opinion, she is the woman who can be discarded at any time.

The two men didn't believe what they heard. "Master Qin Er, don't regret it. Miss Xue is so beautiful, but our brother can't help it."

Qin Yuanyang said, "just try."

Xue Zhibing shook his head, "no, Qin Yuanyang, you..."

A man came up to block her mouth. He didn't know what to do next. He went back to discuss with his partner.

When two men walk out of the room, Xue Zhibing hears the scream of the female artist from the opposite small room. Exhausted, she suddenly has strength and bumps her head against the wall.

The iron door was just knocked open. A tall figure came in quickly. When Xue Zhibing fainted, he seemed to hear his voice.

"Zhibing!"

Qin Yuanyang caught her and saw that she was weak and pale, with no strength, and her forehead was bleeding.

His angina pectoris, hold her up, "you don't sleep, open your eyes to see me!"

Xue Zhibing fell into his arms, she fell into the dark, tight string suddenly relaxed.

If you really want to die, it doesn't seem like a big deal. Qin Yuanyang will feel guilty for her all his life. Isn't that good?

Xue Zhibing had a long sleep. In her dream, when she returned to that night, Qin Yuanyang threw a wad of money and said, "if it's not enough, go to Qin's to find me."

She wanted to say that she would not want his money. Qin Yuanyang said, "that's enough. How much is it worth if you sell it as a little star?"

Xue Zhibing was in pain all over her body. Before she could shed tears, she went back to the abandoned factory in a twinkling of an eye.

The female artist suffered from inhuman torture, and died there in pain and humiliation, with blood flowing to her feet. So much blood, just like the day of abortion.

Xue Zhibing wake up screaming, warm palm holding her hand, "Zhibing, it's me."

When Xue Zhibing saw Qin Yuanyang's face, her tears burst out of her eyes. She opened her mouth to scold him, but her voice was hoarse and she couldn't say anything.

Qin Yuanyang poured water for her. He held her waist and said softly, "drink some water."

Xue Zhibing drank two mouthfuls, warm water flowing through the dry throat, her tears also more.

Want to scold him, want to let him go, but nothing to say, just remember that a bloody.

She covered her face and cried, "didn't you say you wouldn't mind me?"

Qin Yuanyang held her tightly, "sorry, I went too late, sorry."