Chapter 2901 The fastest way to make money

"I know."

Luo Xiao responded, turned his head, and saw Meng Yao staring at him closely.

Luo Xiao's eyes fell on her neck, which was already covered with condensed blood, and the cuts began to turn white. He narrowed his eyes, but he was not distressed.

Meng Yao could see the indifference in his eyes.

Just because he doesn't care about her at all.

Meng Yao has a sore nose. She has always known this, but every time it is confirmed, she still feels so uncomfortable that she cannot extricate herself.

She loves him, even though she has hit the wall many times, she still can't look back.

Meng Yao suddenly felt the same. She had only loved him for so long, and he had loved Tongran for so many years. Was he more desperate and painful than she was?

There is a small slope directly ahead. Meng Yao slows down the car and says, "I'll open the car door and jump out from there later. You keep driving, don't turn off the engine, and don't get out of the car."

Luo Xiao nodded, his eyes fell on Mo Nanjue, he leaned up and took off his coat to cover him.

Meng Yao choked with sobs, but he still didn't even ask if you were okay.

She clenched her hands tightly. When the car drove to Xiaopo, Meng Yao opened the door, turned around and took a deep look at Luo Xiao, and jumped out!

boom!

When the sound of impact was heard, Luo Xiao raised his legs and stepped over from the passenger seat. He closed the car door and stepped on the accelerator to maximize the speed of the car without even looking outside.

Meng Yao fell heavily to the ground and rolled down a small slope. She raised her hand to grab a stone to steady herself, and turned her head with difficulty to look at the car that was gradually going away.

Little by little, until it is completely gone...

She didn't know how long it would be before she could see him again.

Maybe soon, maybe it's the last time...

Meng Yao closed his eyes, tears flowing into his mouth, and he was so painful that he couldn't speak.

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San Francisco.

It's as bustling here as in Las Vegas at night, with more visitors and lights everywhere.

…

In a private house.

The environment here is not good, and the houses are very old. Most of them are occupied by homeless people. The rooms are small, with shaky lamps hanging overhead, and only one bed and one table.

There isn't even a decent chair.

Luo Xiao stood up and closed the window. He bent over and sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes falling on Mo Nanjue's pale and handsome face.

He is paler than yesterday.

Luo Xiao placed his hand on the man's neck and could feel the pulse of the arteries. It was very slight and tiny, as if it would disappear in the next second.

Mo Nanjue's hands were hanging by his sides, and the tips of his slender fingers were glowing with an abnormal white color. Luo Xiao raised his hands and placed them on his legs, massaging his arms.

He needs the maintenance of physical strength drugs, an oxygen mask, and intravenous drips to supplement nutrition...

Otherwise, if this continues, it will be unsustainable.

Luo Xiao turned his head and looked out the window. He was now a fugitive, and the police were looking for him everywhere, so he couldn't go back to Las Vegas directly, and he couldn't show up blatantly. He could only find a place to hide for the time being.

He is penniless.

But he had to go to the drugstore to buy those medicines. One more minute of delay would increase the risk. He was not sure whether Mo Nanjue would go into shock again in the next second.

He was in coma for so many days without even opening his eyes. If it weren't for the weak pulse, he would have thought he was dead.

Luo Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, the fastest way to make money...

He put Mo Nanjue's hand back to his side, stood up, locked the door, and walked quickly downstairs.

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Early morning.

ICE entertainment club.
Chapter completed!