Chapter 1809

Seeing that the sky is going to be dark, if he continues to argue with her here, it's just a waste of time, but it will cause trouble. He can only point to the direction behind her and say, "look, is there anything there?"

On the seventh day of the summer, she looked back. However, before she could react, she was knocked heavily on her neck. Then she fainted in the dark.

Two cars, carrying Pedro and the seventh day of the summer and a group of men, galloped away from the ruins.

It's getting dark. On the helicopter, Pedro holds the seventh day of summer in his arms, drapes his coat over her, reaches out and caresses her hair, and gives a low sigh.

"Boss --" Ricky called Pedro, but Pedro waved and made a "Shh" gesture.

Richie nodded clearly, leaned slightly, covered Pedro's ear, and reported in a low voice: "boss, I've sent someone to watch in the dark. If we find out the identity of the dead in the ruins, our informant will find it at the first time. We will know whether there is Fengxun's body or not!"

"Very good..." Pedro nodded slightly and looked at the darkening sky outside. There was a flash of dark light in his eyes.

At that time, Feng Xun also sent people to thoroughly investigate his body. Who could have thought that he was incognito for his life, and even his brothers didn't tell him. Except for his most trusted friends and several subordinates, almost everyone thought that he was an unforgivable villain who died!

Now it's Feng Xun's turn. If Feng Xun really died in the explosion, it's a good thing. If he is as lucky as he is, he can't miss the news!

"Boss, we can't stay in Zurich tonight, so as not to cause trouble. I think we'd better go back to our own territory first..." Ricky whispered again. He looked at the seventh day of summer in Pedro's arms, and whispered: "according to the situation of seventh day of summer, boss, we are not suitable to take her to those good hotels, Otherwise, she'll wake up and make trouble with her boss. It's not good if there's a big trouble at the hotel. "

Pedro gave a low reply and said to rich, "inform the pilot to go directly to our own resort, which is isolated from the outside. No one else can get in unless we are our own people!"

"Yes, boss --" Richie replied respectfully, and told the pilot a few words. The helicopter, jumping in the direction, flew directly to their resort in the night sky.

The seventh day of the summer in his arms, because he was still in a coma, was still in Pedro's arms, like a fragile porcelain doll, which made Pedro heartache.

"Little mute, if only you could lie so quietly in my arms all the time..." Pedro sighed and couldn't help but lower her head and give her a gentle kiss on the cheek.

However, her arms, as if nothing was aware, so quietly lying.

"Feng Xun is dead, you still have me, is the man in the world, besides him, no one else will treat you?"

"What a little fool..."