Rebirth Plan to Save Leader

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——What is not in fate, cannot be touched, and what is in fate, cannot escape.

The words of the people around seemed to give Zhang Man goose bumps.

At this moment, she thought of Li Wei in a ghostly manner. She desperately suppressed the panic in her heart and took out her mobile phone to call him.

But on the other side came a cold and mechanical female voice.

"Hello, the number you dialed has been turned off, please call again later."

She beat it again without giving up, still shutting down.

Maybe it is, no battery? Or is it because you are studying and afraid of being interrupted?

Impossible, just now he said he was going to send her home, but she said he agreed to come back by herself.

Before she left, he told her to remember to call him when she got home.

Heart-piercing cries, the buzzing of police cars, the howling of the wind... Zhang Man's heart was pounding, she turned and walked out of the crowd, walking faster and faster, and finally even started trotting.

She reached out at the door and stopped a car, and said eagerly: "Master, go to Wancheng Seaview."

She has to go back to him.

After sitting on the seat, she realized that she was trembling all the time.

——Sometimes, when the nightmare comes, people always have a touch.

When he got downstairs at Li Wei's house, Zhang Man hurried upstairs in the elevator and rang the doorbell of his house.

Unfortunately, there was no response for a long time.

Zhang Man's heart squatted and told her instinctively that something went wrong.

She frantically rang the doorbell, slapped the door hard from time to time, and shouted: "Li Wei, open the door, I am Manman!"

On the way she ran, she sucked too much cold wind, her throat was congested and painful, and her voice was a hundred times hoarse than usual.

After about ten minutes, the boy finally opened the door.

The moment the door opened, Zhang Man knew that her intuition had been verified.

Something happened to him.

Before she left, his house was completely different. On the floor of the restaurant, the tables and chairs fell across the ground, and the fragments of a few glasses were very eye-catching; the pillows that were originally arranged on the sofa were scattered all over the place. Around, one was even thrown on the windowsill.

But what is even more frightening is what the boy looks like at the moment.

His home clothes were very wrinkled, the top two buttons were torn off, revealing hideous threads, and there were a few shocking scratches on the exposed neck and collarbone.

It seems that I just experienced a fight.

He stepped on the floor barefoot, his eyes flushed, and dense, dry bloodshot eyes covered his eyes.

He bit his lower lip so hard that he even bit out blood, but he didn't seem to notice it at all. In his eyes he looked at her, no longer the gentleness and eagerness of the afternoon, but a constantly changing expression, cruel, violent, panic, and collapse--compared to the appearance of losing control, he was now , More like a beast facing extreme danger, with its tail raised, its claws and fangs showing up, and it is ready to fight.