The breath of Qiao Mianmian can make him relax quickly, as if he has the effect of calming the mind and calming, which is more effective than any medicine he has taken before.

The sweet fruity fragrance and a faint fragrance of flowers lingered at his nose. At this moment, he was in a very relaxed and relaxed state. After closing his eyes for a while, he also entered sleep.

*

That night, with Qiao Mianmian by his side, Mo Yesi had that nightmare again.

In his dream, he returned to the day he was kidnapped.

In the damp and worn basement, his hands and feet were tied up, and a piece of rag was stuffed into his mouth. His delicate and delicate face was covered with dirt, so dirty that he couldn't see what he was originally.

He was guarded by a group of vicious bandits holding guns, and only gave him one steamed bun to live every day. The gangsters were all obsessed with the rich. After kidnapping him, they not only gave him one steamed bun to eat every day, but also beat him up.

If they hadn't had to rely on him to get the ransom, they would probably have beaten him to death.

In the dream, Mo Yesi was like an outsider. When he was a child, he didn't cry or make a fuss, and was calmly waiting for redemption.

Then he arrived at the day when the Mo family came to redeem him.

The Mo family called the police.

When the bandits discovered this, the angry bandits wanted to kill and tear the votes.

They hijacked him into the car and rushed on the road like a life.

When they were chased by the police, a group of people panicked and drove down the cliff in a car.

At that time, he was also very lucky.

The group of gangsters who kidnapped him all fell under the cliff. When he fell out of the car, a policeman chasing him grabbed him in time and dragged him up.

Just when everyone thought he was rescued and safe, another wave of gangsters rushed over and saw his accomplice's car falling off the cliff, he was angry and pulled his gun and fired at them without reason.

The policeman who rescued him from under the cliff immediately blocked him.

Blocked the bullets that were fired for him.

At this time, the dream turned blood red.

A large stream of blood flowed out of the body of the policeman who blocked the bullets for him, and soon dyed all the police uniforms on his body red.

He opened his eyes wide, and his young and handsome face was still unwilling and reluctant to part with his reluctance.

Mo Yesi, who was kidnapped for three days and three nights, was insulted and beaten by various gangsters, never cried, but tears came out the moment the policeman fell in front of him.

This scene became his eternal nightmare.

He looked at the dazzling blood-red color, and his heart seemed to be stabbed by something, and a sharp pain spread from his heart to his whole body.

He felt like he was about to breathe.

He watched his savior fall before him, and his life passed by bit by bit.

But there is no way.

That feeling of powerlessness made him fall into deep self-blame and guilt.

If it weren't for saving him, the policeman wouldn't have died.

If he wasn't that weak at the time, he could protect himself.

if……

"Mo Yesi..."

Just as he was trapped in a nightmare and couldn't wake up, a soft and soft voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and he was shouting his name worriedly and anxiously: "Mo Yesi, Mo Yesi..."

He felt a soft hand clench his hand, injecting a new force into his body.
Chapter completed!