When Xiao Bailu heard the word "collection of corpses", she felt very cold.

Looking up, I saw a window on the tenth floor, with a faint shadow of a child hanging from the window, wearing blue clothes.

Xibao’s favorite thing is a blue custom dress produced by Yingshi.

Xiao Bailu bit her lip and rushed into the building with tears in her eyes...

If Xi Bao was thrown to death by a villain because of the case she handled, she would never forgive herself.

There is also Xiao Zhenzhu, the man hanging Xibao. Is it Xiao Zhenzhu the next one? Anyway, the desperate people have no scruples and can do anything.

Xiao Bailu ran barefoot on the cold ground.

When I passed by a flower bed, there happened to be a overturned cart for transporting flower pots. The debris of bottles and jars were laid all over the floor, and the flower farmers were sorting it out.

Xiao Bailu was anxious and there was no time to detour.

He stepped on the broken porcelain pieces and ran over with a gust of wind.

The flower farmer looked at the blood on the broken porcelain pieces and couldn't help feeling distressed: "This girl's feet are so miserable..."

Xiao Bailu didn't feel any pain at all. She had only one goal in her heart, that is, she wanted to save Xibao, she wanted to save people, she...

Suddenly!

A great force hugged her from behind!

"Don't go!"

A hoarse voice and thick breathing brushed her ears.

Huo Tingzun also ran very fast and very hard, but wearing shoes, he stepped on the broken porcelain pieces, dyeing her blood.

Xiao Bailu struggled for a few moments and said coldly: "Let go."

Huo Tingzun pursed his lips: "That's not your fault. The person surnamed Wu wants to jump off the building with his wife, it's his own problem. If you die, you will die. Don't participate, it's too dangerous."

He said the truth.

No reproach.

But how could he know Xiao Bailu’s mood at this moment?

Xiao Bailu took a deep breath and her voice became even colder: "The person surnamed Wu died and died is nothing to me, but if he takes the child..."

Halfway through, it stopped abruptly.

Huo Tingzun frowned: "What child?"

She turned around and stared at Huo Tingzun's face, but stopped talking.

That's his child, why is he indifferent?

Yes, he might not know that it was Xi Bao who was held hostage?

Should she tell him?

If he doesn't tell him what he is, he still has nothing to do with him.

What he would think of himself if he told him? He would treat himself who stole his son? Three days ago, she swore that she had never stolen his son.

Xiao Bailu closed his eyes.

Ah, no matter what, even if he was angry and despised by him, she could not stop and let Xi Bao face the kidnappers alone on it.

She opened her eyes again and said word by word: "It doesn't matter if the person surnamed Wu dies, but it is very important that he will fall to death. We must go up and stop it."

Huo Tingzun frowned even deeper.

I thought to myself, according to the news he received, the son surnamed Wu was also hostage to his wife, but what does the son surnamed Wu have to do with them?

It’s not that he is cold-blooded, but that he really has no leisure and worry about other people’s children who are abandoned by other people’s parents.

However, seeing Xiao Bailu's eyes were so firm, there was even a trace of unusual sadness.

Inexplicably, his heart softened for a moment.

Damn it.

This woman can always shake him and make him give up his principles.

I just chased him out for him.

I got the news she returned and recovered it.

Now I have to do it for her...
Chapter completed!