Chapter 1238 A surviving and independent beauty

  She looked on her calf and saw a large spread of blood.

  It turned out that the men really shot her, but they didn't want to kill her, so they shot her in the calf.

  Wen Churan's face turned pale with pain, and even his lips instantly faded all the blood, and his forehead had already begun to sweat in dense cold.

  She might be able to endure the pain of being shot, but she was injured in her calf, but she could no longer stand up and escape.

  Looking at the men as they approached with guns, the pain on the calf spread throughout the limbs and gradually paralyzed her nerves.

  Wen Churan only felt that his thoughts were getting more and more blurred, and his whole body was unable to exert strength. In his sight, even the figures of men approaching became blurred.

   Immediately afterwards, her heavy eyelids closed, and she lost consciousness.

  ——

   "Wen Churan! Wen Churan! Wake up!"

   faintly, an anxious call rang in his ear.

  This kind of call is so familiar, like... Mo was calling her in her prime.

   Could it be that she was dead and met Sheng Shimo in heaven?

  Wen Churan opened her eyes, a white light dazzled her eyes, she closed it again, and then opened it again after adjusting to it for a while, only to see a handsome face in her eyes.

Is   Shen Shimo?

  Wen Chuyin's blurred vision gradually became clear, only to realize that the handsome face in his vision was strange, not Shengshimo.

  In her heart, she couldn't say whether it was a feeling of loss.

  The face in front of him is the face of a man, but his facial features are more beautiful and delicate than women. Just looking at this face that looks like a finely crafted face, you know that he should be a noble young master who was born in a wealthy family and grew up.

However, his face is slightly thin, and his face is pale as paper, and his thin lips are not bloody. He looks like a patient with chronic illness. This weak and feeble posture adds to him invisibly. It has a feminine and pathological beauty.

  A pair of eyes staring at her all the time, like hiding in the cold wind and snow, like a surviving and independent beauty, blooming with an instant cold light.

  Wen Churan opened his mouth and found that his throat was a little dry, and he could only make a faint voice, "Who are you...?"

  The man was stunned for a moment, then opened his lips lightly.

   "Bois."

  Bois?

  The Secretary-General’s son?

  Wen Churan was a little surprised, and looked around, only to find that he was still in a forest.

  How could the Secretary-General’s son appear here?

  Boys seemed to see through her doubts and took the initiative to answer, "I have solved those people just now. I will take you out of here first. What is going on, I will explain to you later."

   said, he suddenly beat her up sideways.

  On the other side of the forest, there is a secluded asphalt road with a luxury car parked on the side of the road.

  Boys put Wen Churan into the car, and leaned against the car door to breathe slightly, looking tired.

  Wen Churan leaned in the car, only then realized that the man had a weak feeling in his face and figure.

  Even if he only walked such a short distance holding her, it seemed to have used all the strength of his whole body.

  He should be in poor health.

  Wen Churan secretly guessed.

  I remember that I had spoken to him across the door several times before, and I could clearly feel the powerlessness of his voice.

  I saw him from the back two times before, and felt that he was thin and unsteady in standing for a long time, so he had to support something.

  Should be awakening again after becoming a vegetative, so the body has always been weak.

  (End of this chapter)