Sensing that the little hand was cold, and couldn't stop trembling, Lei Ziqian's handsome face tensed up, and the big hand closed all her little hands between the palms, and the black eyes stared at her little face full of fear. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Not perceiving the man's worries, Bei Xiaorou bit her lip tightly, her eyes still looking at Song Weize, looking helpless and vulnerable.

And Song Weize also saw that something was wrong with her, seeing that her face was pale, and her eyes were full of worry and unspeakable fear, like a sharp sword, piercing straight into his heart, making him feel very distressed.

The big hand hanging down at his side tightened slightly, he didn't expect her to react like this, he blamed himself a little, and could only comfort her, "Don't be afraid, I'll be fine." “

"Brother Song" Bei Xiaorou called softly, her mind was full of what she had seen in the news, those chaotic scenes in the depths of the water, and a slight light appeared in her eyes, "Do you have to go?" ”

Seeing the tears in her eyes, Song Weize felt a tingling pain in his heart, and his big hand finally couldn't help but stretch out, holding her other small hand hanging by her side, feeling the coldness in the palm of his hand, his eyebrows were condensed, a trace of apology appeared in his eyes, and his tone was a little softer, "Xiaorou, do you remember what I once said to you, my dream?" ”

Bei Xiaorou looked at him in a daze, the mist in his eyes blurred his face, but Song Weize, who looked like a teenager, floated in his mind, and said to himself with high spirits, when he grows up, he must become a doctor who saves lives and helps the world, to help those who are in urgent need but unable to do anything, so that they can no longer only wait for death.

blinked lightly, and while his heart was sour and scared, a trace of empathetic pride floated. How could she forget that this was his dream since childhood, and now that it can finally be realized, what reason and qualification does she have to stop him?

The tears in her eyes finally slipped down the corners of her eyes, she held Song Weize's big hand on the back of her hand, looking at his gentle face even though it was hazy, and her heart became more and more reluctant and worried.

She stepped forward suddenly, took the initiative to reach out and hug him, and a choked noise came out of his arms, with a stubborn request, "Brother Song, you must come back safely!" ”

Feeling the softness and sweetness in his arms is something he has been looking forward to for a long time but can't, and now he can finally hold her in his arms, but he didn't expect it to be when he parted.

He lowered his eyes, wrapped his big hand around the woman's petite body, closed his eyes lightly, and firmly put this fragrance and touch in the depths of his heart, never forgetting.

One hand stroked her long silky shawl hair, and the soft noise whispered in her ear, "Fool, I'm still waiting to see you get married, how can I be reluctant to come back." ”

Bei Xiaorou bit her lip tightly, tears rolled down like beads, she buried her head in the man's arms, choked up and could barely speak.

Even if he said this, how could she rest assured, in that kind of place full of war, guns and bullets never showed mercy, who could easily promise anything, she knew, he said this just to not worry herself.

In the quiet store, her low sobbing voice clearly echoed in everyone's ears, even if she couldn't see her face, she could still guess that she must be reluctant to burst into tears at this moment.

Yang Anan and Pei Minghui were also shocked by this sudden news, and when they came back to their senses, they saw Bei Xiaorou crying softly in Song Weize's arms, and their faces were also full of worry.

And Lei Ziqian, looking at the little woman's black head, listening to the gently choked sobbing, a trace of distress floated in his black eyes, his eyebrows were locked, and his eyes moved to Song Weize, who was comforting the woman in a low voice, and the light in his eyes was surging.

He pursed his lips lightly and asked aloud, "What is the specific time of departure?" ”

Song Weize patted the woman's hand on the back for a slight pause, and told without much thought, "At two o'clock in the afternoon the day after tomorrow, I will fly to City B first, and then take a plane the next day after gathering." “

Lei Ziqian nodded lightly, then took out his mobile phone and dialed the number, and after the other end was connected, he ordered directly in a deep voice: "Ji, at the latest the morning after tomorrow, prepare a set of new miniature communication watches designed by you, and guarantee me that it can be unimpeded in country D." ”

"What, are you going to country D? Young Master, are you impatient? Over there, Ji Ming's shocked roar came out clearly through the earpiece.

"Don't talk nonsense, give me what I want!" Lei Ziqian stared at his eyebrows and hung up the phone after explaining.

Hearing what he said, the other four looked at him with puzzled faces, and Bei Xiaorou also straightened up from Song Weize's arms, with tears still hanging from the corners of her eyes, looking at him in a daze.

After the man hung up the phone, he saw her expression, his heart was slightly tight, his eyebrows were locked tighter and tighter, he pursed his lips, walked to her in two steps, stretched out his fingers, and gently helped her wipe away the tears on her cheeks, and looked at her deeply with dark eyes, with distress and helplessness.

"Ziqian, what did you mean by what you just said?" Pei Xiaorou grabbed his hand with trembling hands, and her eyes that were washed with tears looked at him tightly.

There was a sudden emptiness in front of him, Song Weize silently withdrew his big hand, put it on his side and held it tightly, and after taking a deep breath, he raised his eyes and looked at Lei Ziqian.

The man backhanded, held her still cold little hand tightly in the palm of his hand, and with the other hand, gently tucked the hair flowing on her forehead, and under her urgent gaze, he whispered to explain her doubts, "The things I asked Ji Ming to prepare, even if you are in country D, can keep communication open, so don't cry anymore." ”

A hint of surprise appeared in Bei Xiaorou's eyes, and she grabbed his big hand tightly, and there was no need to question it, because she knew that he would not lie to her.

Turning her head to look at Song Weize behind her, different from the previous sorrow, her eyes flashed with a kind of water, after pushing away the haze, she finally saw the bright light of dawn, she pursed her lips, her little face was full of cautious requests, "Brother Song, you must contact us every day to let me know that you are safe, okay?" “

Song Weize lowered his eyes and looked at the little face in front of him with a worried request, his heart was soft, how could he refuse her request.

He nodded, and when he saw that a smile finally appeared on her face, his eyes behind the lenses followed gentle, and he stared at her quietly, wanting to reflect her face at the moment in the depths of his heart and cherish it.

And Bei Xiaorou didn't know the twists and turns in his heart, just happy to be able to learn his news in time, Lei Ziqian behind him saw that she was finally no longer sad, and his face couldn't help but ease a lot.

Song Weize raised his eyes and saw the doting soft light in his black eyes, which was similar to the coldness he faced when facing others.

The fine pain in his heart was mixed with a hint of reassurance, and he pulled his lips and smiled bitterly silently, he thought, his letting go was the right thing to do.

"Mr. Lei, thank you." Restraining the emotions in his heart, he looked at Lei Ziqian, his handsome face was full of sincere gratitude.

Lei Ziqian turned his gaze that fell on the little woman to him, pursed his lips lightly, stretched out his big hand, his dark eyes were bright, and he had a hint of admiration, "We're waiting for you to come back!" “

Song Weize was slightly stunned, then the corners of his lips hooked a clear arc, reached out to hold his big palm back, and promised in a low but cautious voice: "Okay." ”