Chapter 32 (1/2)

Yunhua felt that her life was over. During the years in the dark cellar, her life had completely withered and turned into a walking corpse. Even if she left there, she could always remember those dirty memories, those rotten and sour smell, which could only be diluted by pain and bloody smell.

However, at the moment of being discovered by song ye, she felt that she was wrong.

She wasted the chance to escape from the barrage of bullets. She should not have, but it was too painful to live.

After waking up, she has been thinking about where she should go Until the door outside the door pedal pedal to spread the footsteps, the visitor opened the door, carrying a cold all night to her side.

“…… Song ye... ” She opened her mouth, and her cracked lips called out hoarse names.

”Get up and follow me.” Song Ye doesn't look at her weak face. She drags her wrist to drag people from the bed and strides out of the room.

There were no guests in the morning. Only the waiters were cleaning the shop. Just hearing the noise from the upstairs, he looked up and saw song ye with a cold face and dragged the cloud Hua with his hair down the building. Regardless of whether the other party was still barefoot, he dragged him to the side of the car and got people into the car.

Looking at the car speeding away, Zhao Zhen on one side frowned and waved to the curious waiter in the shop, ”today, give Yunhua a day off work. Go to work.” In fact, he was worried that Yunhua's mental state could not be stimulated any more. Song Ye was a bully at the age of 15 and impulsive. If something happened, it would be bad. But song Ye is stubborn, no one can pull, he is powerless.

The car drove all the way from the city center to the remote suburbs, and finally stopped in front of an abandoned old warehouse, surrounded by no people, looking particularly desolate and dilapidated.

”Here it is.” Song ye first opened the door, wrapped in a black windbreaker, walked toward the warehouse.

Yunhua looked at the open black door and the disappearing figure. It was like returning to the deep cellar. She was afraid that she would be left behind by song ye, so she opened the door with trembling hands and feet, and stumbled after her.

It was only when the slender figure of her back came into view that she was relieved and pulled a light smile on her face, ”song...” A word at the back was not spoken, and all the voices were choked in the throat.

She went over Song ye and saw the woman kneeling there.

The woman was dressed in coarse linen clothes. She looked simple and realistic. She knew she was a real mountain person. But that face was unforgettable for Yunhua all her life.

The woman's name was Wang Feng. She was the first trafficker who changed her hands. She knew her when she was burned to ashes.

”But isn't she in prison?” Yunhua remembers that the whole village was arrested in the news last time.

”Yes.” Song ye should a, cold mood without a trace of ups and downs, the next second took out a black guy from his pocket and threw it to Yunhua, ”now, you can do what you want.”

Yunhua dropped his eyes. When he saw what was lying under his feet, he immediately stepped back and took two steps. His voice was shaking, ”gun...”