Chapter 242

And from the hospital around the Ling night virtually sneezed.

It's like someone's calling him names?

You don't have to know who it is.

Lingye hooked his lips.

He was dressed in black and trousers, wearing a cap, standing at the door, looking at the crowded reporters, a little helpless.

It's cold and windy, and agents are busy dealing with major news. Microblog hot search has been going on for the third day in a row. Lingye is walking on the road, and the cold wind blows. It's cool.

Today's entertainment news is on the glass screen of the building. It is still Ji Chuan's recovery and the topic related to Lingye, including Su Yingying, who is inevitably blocked by reporters.

The hot comments on microblog are all the hot comments of cursing Ling Ye.

"I've never seen such a cheap man!"

"Robbing my fiancee! Murderer

"Shameless Lingye, get out of the entertainment circle!"

"Murderer, get out of the entertainment business!"

Microblog hot reviews rolled a few pages on the big screen, and turned over and over again were extremely ugly words, which were scolded by Lingye's ancestors for 18 generations.

And Ji Chuan weak appearance said in the middle of the screen, "it's not Ling Ye's fault, I don't blame him."

The reporter of entertainment report said that it's rare to have a good actor like Ji Chuan, while secretly satirizing Ling Ye as a villain.

He sneered and crooked his lips.

Sure enough, he is a good actor, but his acting skills are not in the right place.

Lingye zipped deeper, lowered his cap and turned to leave.

It was already night.

The moonlight pulled his shadow very long and seemed a little lonely.

And Lingye also gradually found that she had some discomfort in her stomach.

The tingling in her stomach came in bursts, and she bent down to relieve it.

She hasn't had a good meal since this period of time. Can't she have stomach trouble

Ling Ye is looking for a drugstore to buy some stomach medicine --

"don't move!"

Lingye can almost feel the touch of the sharp object against his back, and the cold sweat drips down in an instant.

"Come with me."

Wet towel seems to be mixed with some medicine, Lingye in a minute after the brain quickly paralyzed, the body also followed the soft down.

The man was almost rude, tied up Lingye's body and stuffed it into the back of the car.

The moonlight is still illuminating the community, the cold wind is sparkling, everything seems to have never happened, the reporter waiting for a huff.

The black nanny car drove out of the neighborhood.

"Is it going well?"

"Don't worry, it's said."

"What about surveillance?"

"The monitoring of this community has been broken for a long time. Do you think heaven can help me?"

"Come on, you're not lucky."

The driver lit a cigarette and caught the fire. The burly man also took a fierce puff, and the smoke in the car curled up quickly.

Lingye's ears roared after ten minutes of dizziness, as if he could hear the conversation between the two men.

Her hands were tied upside down, and her mouth was stuffed with towels. Except for the cold sweat on her forehead, she was almost soaked through.

"What do you want him to do now that Lingye has become such a ghost? Isn't it the old mouse who goes across the street and everyone shouts

"Don't you know that? Black and red are also red. Look at this hot search on microblog, it hasn't been down for several days. Lingye, this boy, this knife is OK. "

"Well, it's human life."

"That's right. You see what he's like now. What does the head say? When he's arrogant and says nothing, can he still pick and choose now? "