The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee

Chapter 200 He Should Win This Time

“Ziana!”

Boris cursed in a low voice, threw off his suit and leather shoes, and jumped into the sea

Edison also panicked when he saw this.

He didn’t expect such an accident to happen!

Obviously Ziana was so dazzling just now, and her movements were so chic, but she was gone in the blink of an eye.

She can’t she swim?

how so!

A strong sense of suffocation enveloped him.

Looking at the dark sea, he couldn’t help trembling his teeth with the fear and guilt in his heart.

“Heart!”

He growled toward the sea.

The strong wind whipped up the waves, which were half as high as a person’s body, and smashed down hard again!

The dense rain column knocked down his head, his face hurt and his head was confused, and his eyes could hardly be opened!

As the yacht drifted in the waves, he struggled to find Ziana.

Lightning and thunder intertwine, as if the end is coming.

With the sudden flash of white light and the cr****kling sound, he saw the undulating figure.

“Heart treasure!”

Edison saw the direction, and plunged into the water.

He swam towards her with all his strength, but the big waves rolled over and beat him frequently, making his head buzz!

Edison ate several waves, cursed angrily, plunged into the bottom of the water, and swam towards her without hesitation.

At a distance of more than ten meters away from her, a vigorous figure swam towards him, and quickly caught the delicate figure.

There was a thunderbolt white light flashing above his head, and the man’s handsome and cold eyes were as deep as a demon from hell.

He carried Ziana with one hand and swam forward with one hand.

“Bring the yacht over here!”

He shouted heart piercingly, but the rumbling thunder and the sound of yachts completely suppressed his voice.

Edison looked back.

nearest yacht is also a

sail the boat! You take her and swim in the

“Go!”

he

gritted his teeth, left a sentence of “hold on”, and turned his head

is full of

on the yacht, but his heart still

his palm was as soft as if there were no bones. She closed her eyes and made no sound, which gave

“Ziana!”

trembling teeth,

that she was cold all over, so his

into his throat, so his voice seemed a little wet, “Don’t sleep! Open your eyes and look at

fly, the falling rain mixed with

forehead covered his eyes, and under the lightning, his appearance looked

sound of the

“Edison! Catch her!”

of the boat with one hand, and lifted Ziana high with

Ziana up, while Boris climbed up by grabbing the

asked with a trembling

lying on the ground like a stranded fish, dying, lifeless, her heart

fragile, as if she would

suddenly thought of five years ago, the familiar scene,

dreams and reality

tell what year it was, when a coolness spread from

in

and rolled over, seeing that he seemed

“Go get the

Edison woke up suddenly.

what he gave up three years ago, those

take two steps, and suddenly reacted, pacing back

it was

returned to give Ziana

he was concentrating on her, and only

were precise and ruthless.

a dozen times in a row, Ziana still

there motionless, pale,

a word, and kept breathing for

resuscitation and

come, but he knew that at this moment, Ziana’s life was

get the blanket, and asked someone

knelt on the ground, repeating

that his eyes were red and the veins on his

“Let’s replace it

drop of water fell on his