Chapter 2602

Until he got on the bus, Alai was still worried. After all, he was ready to make a phone call to ask about Yin Shaolong. At least At least make sure he's not hurt.

It seems that the heart has a rhinoceros in general, Alai's phone has not been dialed, a short message rate will be advanced.

Seeing the familiar name on the screen, Alai could not help but feel more nervous.

"Are you worried about me?"

A short line of words, let Alai can not help but feel relieved, it seems that he should not be a big obstacle, otherwise, how could he open his mouth in such a narcissistic tone.

As if to confirm her conjecture, another text message came in. Alai looked again. It was still the message from Yin Shaolong, but there was a positive color: "the blood on the ground is not mine. Don't worry."

See this, Alai just long out of breath, presumably he is really OK.

Until then, Alai realized that his hands were cold. He couldn't help but ask himself: Yin Shaolong, are you so sure I'm worried about you?

An hour later, in the living room of a suite in Shengshi hotel.

The living room is spacious and bright. The ground is covered with light brown pattern carpet. In the middle of the carpet, there is a heavy black coffee table. Around the tea table, there are leather sofas of different lengths, which are neat and have no wrinkles.

The rising sun shed light and shadow through the glass window, just because it has entered the late autumn, the room is still some cold, with a lingering cold.

At the moment, Ye Ting is sitting on one side of the sofa, pale, hands tightly clasped together, waist plate is also straight, like a wooden post.

Behind Ye Ting, there are two women in black leather clothes. Their faces are cold and beautiful, but they don't have any expression. They stare at Ye Ting warily all the time.

Obviously, Ye Ting doesn't care about this, but is completely immersed in her own thoughts.

She even shot the young master

She even shot Yin Shaolong!

As long as I think of this, Ye Ting's face is a little pale. Her nails are embedded in the flesh, and there are traces of blood, but she doesn't notice it at all.

She really did not expect that the little Lord would suddenly appear Will suddenly block in front of Alai

She didn't want to do him any harm.

At the thought of the scarlet blossoming on Yin Shaolong's chest, Ye Ting's eyes were moist and she was biting her teeth tightly with a touch of pain.

Soon, the door was opened.

Ye Ting is almost at the same time, the moment from the sofa to stand up, nervous looking at the direction of the door.

At the same time, the two women who have been guarding the two sides of the sofa instantly took out a black pistol and aimed at Ye Ting, alert.

Ye Ting turns a blind eye to this, only to see that the visitor is a blue butterfly. She can't help being a little disappointed, but she still eagerly says to blue butterfly: "little Lord? How about the little Lord? Is it serious? "

Blue butterfly just looked at her coldly, did not answer the meaning.

"Blue butterfly?" Ye Ting's voice with a touch of begging, rare vulnerability.

Blue butterfly swept her one eye, light mouth way: "all right."

"It's ok It's ok if it's ok... "

Hearing the sound, Ye Ting fell back on the sofa, her head buried in her arms, her hands thrust into her hair, and she grabbed her hair, as if regretful.

LAN die looks at the woman who has lost her soul on the sofa. She can't help but feel sympathy for her. Up to now, she is still worried about the little Lord's injury, but she doesn't know that the little Lord has been waiting for this day for a long time.