The music gradually quieted down, and after the bustle passed, the celebrities were either happy or reluctant, got into their luxury cars, and returned from Fried Street. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Zong Wei and Lu Hexi hadn't left yet, they sat in the car and watched these celebrities leave one by one, and after a long time, Zong Wei took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and smoked one.

"You smoke?" Lu Hexi saw Zong Wei smoking for the first time in this poem, but he just put it in his hand and didn't smoke.

"I was addicted before, but now I don't smoke it, just click it and take a look. Zong Wei's expression was a little lonely, as if he remembered things from a long time ago, and those things were not pleasant.

Lu Hexi let out a "hmm", reached out to take the cigarette in Zong Wei's hand, and threw it out of the window.

"Since you want to quit, don't even look at it. Addiction has never been a physical dependence, but a mental dependence. ”

Zong Wei smiled and started the car.

"Someone told me before that my addiction wasn't a cigarette addiction, but it took him a year to turn it into a cigarette addiction, and it took another three years to get rid of it. The breezy words sounded like they were emotionless.

But the more Lu Hexi listened, the more weird he felt, it wasn't a cigarette addiction, it took a year to forcibly change it to a cigarette addiction, what is it, is it difficult to ......

She reached out and grabbed Zong Wei's wrist and probed her pulse, which was calm and powerful, not vain, not like the weak foundation of her body before.

"Now I'm fine. Zong Wei withdrew his hand, "Even he said that there was no problem, and you couldn't find out." “

"He? Sounds like a powerful person, is he a doctor?" For some reason, when Zong Wei mentioned that person, what flashed in his mind was the invisible monk in the Beiping Zen Temple, the master of the little monk named Jingyue, and with his ability to make his injured internal organs healed overnight, that person was definitely a miracle doctor.

Zong Wei didn't make a sound, but his left hand gently touched the wrist of his right hand.

"Forget it, it's all over, the gentleman said, since it's good, it's as if it didn't happen. He turned his head to look at Lu Hexi and smiled, "Let's go back to the small courtyard for one night first, how about going back to Beiping tomorrow?"

"Good. However, there is something to deal with, Zong Wei, you should be able to send someone out of Tianjin, right?" Rose's entrustment she still remembers that this kind of matter is not too late, since she has been targeted, leave early, at least at this time the other party is not prepared.

"Who?"

“Rose。 For the sake of something, she must get out of here and go to a place where the Cheka can't find her. “

The night wind in Tianjin Port has always been very strong, and the wind comes from the land in the northwest and blows to the sea, which can always make some of the flags in the port dance wildly.

Rose was standing in the harbor at this time, she was wearing a very delicate dress, a black lace dress, soft feathers dotted on her fair chest, her neck was slender, and her white skin reflected the emerald necklace around her neck, which made her already luxurious and graceful feel a little more agile, like a kraken coming out of the bottom of the sea in the middle of the night, enchanting and charming, but also gentle like sea water.

Her long hair was untied and fluttered in the sea breeze, and her deep eyes were full of confusion.

Out of the darkness came a man with an oil lamp in his hand, and the flame of the oil lamp lit up calmly in the glass cover, slowly illuminating the man's face.

The man with amber eyes wore a long trench coat, and he also wore a pair of black gloves in this late autumn and early summer weather, and his leather boots made a "click" sound on the bluestone floor.

He walked neither fast nor slow, and his steps seemed to be in unison.

"You're here. Rose smiled at the man, her voice was soft and clean, with a bit of coquettishness, and her bright eyes were full of admiration. She smiled, looking like a little girl who had been waiting for her lover for a long time.

The man didn't speak, just stopped in front of Rose, he put the lamp in his hand on the ground, and looked at Rose quietly with a pair of eyes without emotion.

"Do you think I'm so good-looking?" Rose whispered, her words full of anticipation, "This dress is an adult gift from my father, a gift from His Royal Highness the Tsar to the royal daughter, it looks pretty good, right?" "She was like a little girl, a little proud.

"Nova. Then the man spoke, "I'm here to kill you." “

Rose still had that sweet smile on her face, and she smiled, "I know." However, it is better to die at your hands. “

Loneliness, sadness, and grievances, Rose felt these emotions, but she also hoped that the person in front of her could feel them, but these were just extravagant hopes.

"You, can you hug me? The last time you hugged me, it was when you were in Tsarist Russia, please, okay?" she looked up, her eyes tinged with sorrow, but she was always faced with that cold face.

Rose smiled, and regardless of what the man in front of her thought, she opened her soft arms and gently hugged the man.

"Let's do it. “