Chapter 904
My Secretary is a Little Sweet
Translator: 549690339
Studying life sciences abroad was Zheng yuluoâs own request. Her parents were worried, but she had made up her mind. After saying goodbye to her twin sister, she went abroad alone.
Ever since Jing Zhiâs disappearance, she had fallen seriously ill and had a knot in her heart that couldnât be untied.
She had been insensible since she was young and had been spoiled by her family. As she grew up, the guilt and regret in her heart grew heavier and heavier.
She didnât dare to meet Jing Zhiâs parents and relatives, not even her own family.
Mu Sen had said that Jing Zhi was not dead, but he would rather die than be captured.
A fate worse than death?
Zheng yuluo didnât know what kind of darkness Jing Zhi had been living in. She only knew that she had been struggling on the edge of life and death for the past six years, suffering in purgatory.
She hated herself!
She had wanted to commit suicide countless times, but she had given up countless times.
It wasnât that she didnât want to die, but she didnât think she had the right to die before she found Jing Zhi and was sure that he was still alive.
Her consciousness was a little blurry. Zheng yuluo bit the tip of her tongue hard, trying to keep herself awake.
She specialized in life science. Although she did not know how to perform surgery, she was already considered half a doctor. She knew that the longer she stayed awake, the more survival instincts she had.| The stronger the desire, the higher the possibility of survival.
The sound of unhurried footsteps rang in his ears, getting closer and clearer.
It was Sean!
That murderous demon!
Zheng yuluo closed her eyes and held her breath, pretending to be dead.
A laughing voice sounded above her head,ââYouâre quite lucky to be alive after being kicked by me. Look at your classmate, didnât he die? Why didnât you die?â
The disguise had failed!
She had tried her best to imitate him, and she was really dying, so how did he find out that she was still alive?
He was indeed a demon!
Since Sean had seen through her, Zheng yuluo no longer pretended. She opened her eyes and endured the intense pain all over her body. She raised her eyes slightly and looked at Sean. âDonât kill me, I canât die, I canât ...â
She was so weak that she couldnât even hear herself, but Jing Zhi did.
Even if he could not hear it, he could tell from Zheng yuluoâs lip-reading that she was not speaking English but Chinese!
Strange, he clearly didnât remember learning Chinese, so how could he understand what she was saying?
He was sure that he had never learned this language in the killer organization.
He couldnât remember many things from the past. He could understand Chinese. Did he learn it when he was young?
He had wanted to kick the living oneâs a * s and make her die as soon as possible. There was no good person in this Research Institute! All of you should die!
However, he suddenly didnât want to make up for it.
Jing Zhi put his hands in the pockets of his white suit pants and shouted,âSomeone, help! Someoneâs injured!â
His voice was clear and bright, as if it had been washed by spring water. It carried a trace of the unique sexiness of a teenager, which was intoxicating.
Zheng yuluo, on the other hand, was unusually sober!
She didnât hear wrong, did she? He was calling for someone to save her?n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Wasnât he going to kill her? What kind of trick was this?
The teenagerâs clear voice echoed throughout the campus. Someone peeked out of the window and shrank back in fear when he saw Jing Zhi.
Today was the day of the demonâs descent on the Academy. Not a single student or teacher dared to appear in front of him. He was extremely bloodthirsty and took peopleâs lives based on his personal preferences without any reason. More importantly, he had killed so many people, but he was still safe and sound!
No matter how powerful the people he killed were, how high their positions were, or how rich they were, he didnât need to bear any responsibility for them!
Who would dare to offend such a person?
No one would anger a demon for a female student who was usually unknown.
Jing Zhi sighed.âIt seems that youâre not going to live long. Youâre not popular either. No one came to save you. Forget it. You should just die.â One death means one less person here. Iâll be happy if I can kill everyone here one day!â
After he finished speaking, he glanced at a few corners of the school, then slowly walked out of the school gate, got into his sports car, and sped away.
Zheng yuluo lay on the cold ground, her heart in despair.
Sean was right. She was really not that popular. She had used up all her good luck when she was young. All her luck had disappeared after Jing Zhiâs disappearance.
Her personality had undergone a huge change six years ago. She was no longer the lively and proud twin sister, but a quiet and antisocial girl.
She didnât know anyone in this school, and she didnât want to know anyone. She only had one purpose here, and that was to find Jing Zhi.
Other than studying, she spent all her time looking for him and had no time to make friends.
She had heard from mu Sen and mu duo that Jing Zhi was probably somewhere in North America, so she had come.
Even if she had to spend the rest of her life, even if she had to search every corner of the world, she would find him!
Zheng yuluo, who was gradually losing consciousness, did not know that she had already passed by the person she was looking for. Her only thought was that she could not die!
Jing Zhiâs cell phone rang again and again as he drove on the highway. He didnât pick up the call, but hummed along to the ringtone, carefree and wild.
However, he didnât have time to be reckless for long. His car was stopped by two heavy trucks coming from the opposite direction.
The two trucks occupied the entire road, and unless they could fly, they could not pass through.
Jing Zhi stepped on the brakes, unbuckled his seat belt, and got out of the car.
Another person got out of the truck.
The man was in his forties. He was wearing a dark gray suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He had deep facial features and short hair. He was a standard European noble.
For a person like him to come down from a truck, it was inexplicably a little out of place.
Jing Zhi leaned on his luxurious sports car and smiled.âPeter, when did you change your vehicle to a truck? Why arenât you sitting in your bulletproof Ferrari? Oh, oh, oh, I see. You finally realized that the Ferrari canât take a hit, right?â
Peterâs expression turned a little ugly.
His favorite car was a Ferrari, but Sean had smashed all the limited edition cars he had collected in the past three years!
Although he was extremely rich, he was still very distressed when a few Ferraris were destroyed every year!
In order to prevent the sports car from being run over by this crazy man again, he had specially rented two heavy trucks today.