Wang Hengdong's hand that was pinching Song Li's throat slid to her shoulder, and the hand holding the dagger slowly loosened.
Hua Rongrong widened her eyes in anger, fear and disbelief. She had finally escaped!
Hua Rongrong stared at the dagger on Song Li's neck. Why was she so seriously injured, while Song Li only had a shallow mark, and there was no damage on his face at all? Hua Rongrong was jealous and resentful.
It was so unfair! She had just been worried about this bitch speaking up for her, now she was shocked that she was so vicious and wanted to use her as a scapegoat!
Hua Rongrong felt evil in her heart and immediately rushed forward, waving her hands and slamming into Wang Hengdong's hand holding the dagger.
Song Li: “!!!!”
She sensed something was wrong the moment Hua Rongrong came over, and subconsciously tilted her neck...
"Bang!!"
This time, Song Li didn't have Hua Rongrong's incredible luck. Even though she dodged as quickly as possible, a string of blood beads still splashed in front of her eyes, and her neck felt cold.
"Mrs!!"
A panicked cry rang in my ears.
No one stopped him. The police and Huo family bodyguards seized the crucial seconds and pounced on him. No matter how good Wang Hengdong was, he was quickly defeated by a group of fully armed police officers and was pinned to the ground and subdued.
Song Li subconsciously covered his neck with his hands. His hands were soaked and heat continued to flow out. Strangely, he didn't feel any pain.
Her mind went blank—
Someone rushed over and gave her first aid.
"Quick! Seal the wound!!"
"The ambulance and doctor are coming soon!!"
"Quick, bring the gauze over here..."
There was a lot of noise and activity.
The scenes Song Li saw were a little blurry, and his final sight fell on Hua Rongrong, who was curled up in the corner with a smug and excited look in her eyes.
The dog-biting heroine.
Gobi system.
This was Song Li’s last thought before he lost consciousness.
……………………………………………
Song Li had a very long dream.
It can't be called a nightmare, nor can it be called a sweet dream.
The person in the dream seemed to be her, but also seemed not to be her.
She remembered clearly that when she was a child she lived in a bungalow in an old community.
But in her dream, she lived in a luxurious and beautiful villa that was like a palace. The dress she wore was exquisite and beautiful, as if it could glow, and it felt incredibly smooth and soft to the touch. Groups of servants were respectful to her.
It feels so unreal.
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