Chapter 1888 The Second Guest

"OK~" Huodie got out of bed, pulled out the IV needle and walked out, a little exhausted.

She quickly dealt with the doctor, and Gong Bai led her out of the hospital and stopped a taxi to leave.

She lowered her head and glanced at the clothes on her body, not caring how she changed them.

Back to Gong Bai's residence, Gong Bai went to the study to get a pistol, and she waited outside the door.

Gong Mo held the gun, felt its temperature and weight, and knew how much lethality it contained.

It was a pity that he didn't know how to use a gun and didn't know how to take out the bullets inside. It was very dangerous to give it back to her like this.

He held the gun and thought about it, and then felt that it didn't matter.

Let him die. Anyway, since breaking up with Yu Xinran, he has been like a walking corpse, and it's no different from being dead.

Walking out of the room, he handed her the gun, "I changed your clothes for you, I hope you don't mind, because..."

"It doesn't matter." She interrupted his explanation lightly, took out the magazine and looked at it.

Gong Mo choked and looked at her in confusion.

Just now when I approached her to talk, she blushed. But now she doesn't care, which is really strange.

"How much did you spend at the hospital just now?" she suddenly asked.

"Uh..." Gong Bai blushed slightly, "Don't worry about that."

"I don't want to owe you, you have saved my life." She paused and laughed at herself, "Or spare my life. When I fainted, you can call the police or kill me with a gun yourself."

"Sorry, I haven't killed anyone, and I don't know how to use a gun."

She suddenly smiled: "Killing is something that you get used to."

"..." Gong Bai's scalp numbed. It seems that she is indeed a killer!

"I will send you a check another day!" Huo Die turned and left.

"I said no!" Gong Bai said anxiously.

"This is what you deserve!" Huo Die walked downstairs, "I don't want to owe you a life!"

Gong Bai followed her, and after going downstairs, he saw her back disappear at the door.

He sighed, walked over and opened the door.

The rain had stopped completely, the air outside was fresh and cool, and there were water marks on the ground, but there was no trace of her.

It ran really fast.

Gong Bai turned and walked in, rubbing his neck tiredly.

He hadn't eaten after a night of trouble.

He had to get up early tomorrow, so he had to eat and sleep quickly to avoid being late for work.

...

In the morning, Gong Bai put the prepared breakfast on the dining table, sat down facing the French window, and began to eat.

While he was eating, he looked at the scenery outside the house.

The glass of the French window reflected the furniture behind him vaguely, and suddenly, a figure appeared on the stairs.

Gong Bai was drinking water and was stunned.

Huo Die is back?

He turned his head slowly, it was not Huo Die, but a white man in his forties or fifties.

The man was wearing a light blue denim shirt and washed-out denim trousers, a pair of brogues on his feet, and slowly came down the stairs, full of energy. He exuded wildness, as if he was only thirty years old, very charming.

Gong Bai spurted out the water in his mouth with a puff.

Didn't he live alone? Why was there always someone at home?

The woman left and the man came, the young left and the old came, what did they think of his place? !

The man looked up, as if he was at home, and asked him: "Did anyone come to your place last night?"

Gong Bai's face changed, his eyes flashed, and he looked at the other person.

Could it be the police, coming to track down Huo Die?

He couldn't help but feel a little angry: How could the police break into a private house without knowing to knock on the door!

"Huh?" The man looked at him.

He played dumb: "What did you say?"