The person in front of her also began to become blurred. She wanted to touch the pendant hanging around her neck, which was also an alarm and a tracker, but her hand was caught halfway. Someone was asking her: "What are you like? Why don't you go to bed for a while?"

Fan Jia bit her lip hard and said with a smile: "No, Mr. Zhou, aren't you going to take me to dinner? Let me think about it again, let's go to dinner first..." But the person had already fallen into her arms, someone was touching her face and scolding softly: "Little girl, want to leave? No way, it's you. Let's take your time, there are still many fun things."

Fan Jia used all his strength to push him away and ran towards the door. But after running two steps, he was caught up with him. He slapped her in the face, then hugged her waist and dragged her onto the sofa. Fan Jia's anger suddenly came up. Although the person stumbled, he hit his chest with an elbow, and then raised his punch to the door. Mr. Zhou didn't expect that this half-dim weak female student had this hand, and he had a long nose bleeding, and he was angry and anxious, so he covered him and took a step back.

Fan Jia's bloody nature was already rising. Although her head was so dizzy, it was no problem to deal with a middle-aged scum. She picked up the large glass ashtray on the coffee table and smashed it hard at President Zhou's head. The first time he hid away in a mess, and he didn't hit him. He was about to call someone: "Come on..." Fan Jia let out another hand, hitting his head, and saw him shaking, and the man fell to the ground.

Fan Jia ran out of the door, but as soon as she looked up, she saw several figures walking here in the distance. Fortunately, there were stairs on both sides, so she took the door and turned her head and ran down. As soon as she ran to the second floor, the person almost fell to the ground. She knew that she was almost out of reach, and she reached out to touch her neck, and she was completely cold. She was not there, calling the police and tracking pendant were not there, it must have been torn off when she was fighting with President Zhou just now.

Before the second floor was alarmed, there was no one in the corridor. But the footsteps on the upstairs were approaching. Although she covered the door, how long could it take? If they found Mr. Zhou in the pool of blood, they would chase him. Fan Jia's head was dizzy and his limbs were losing strength. She struggled to rely on her remaining consciousness to open the nearest door beside her and flashed in.

The room was very dark and quiet, as if it was a storage room. Fan Jia touched the shelf and moved to the window step by step. Looking at the blurry light and shadows that penetrated through the window, she thought that this was the second floor. With her skills, she could only break the bone if she jumped down. You Mingxun would definitely see it and take the evidence out. That's great. The two girls' grievances and demerits can finally be proven.

She finally "climbed" to the window, her eyes were dark and she was almost fainting, and she could only hear her rapid breathing in her ears. She bit her lips hard, and the smell of blood was everywhere, and then she reached out and grabbed the windowsill. Just as she was about to turn out, a sound came from behind. A cold hand stretched out from behind, hugged her waist, and covered her mouth with the other hand.
Chapter completed!