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Qiao Weihuan sat on the sofa and waited for a while, and it didn't take long for Han Yirou to call in.

"Huan'er, what's the matter, I heard my dad say that you have encountered a terrorist/terrorist action?!" As soon as the phone was connected, Han Yirou's overly excited voice shook her: "How are you?" Are there any injuries? Oh my God, how could this happen? What luck are you guys?! How are you, speak quickly! ”

"Rourou, you didn't give me a chance to speak......"

"Give it now!"

"Uncle Han was slightly injured, I'm fine."

The local political/political situation is unstable, which is not a glorious thing, so the incident in Baghdad did not spread, and Han Yirou didn't know anything, she just learned about it from Uncle Han. However, Uncle Han asked a bunch of inexplicable questions, she couldn't answer any of them, all her thoughts were on the safety of Uncle Han and Qiao Weihuan, but Uncle Han just fooled her with nothing to do, and didn't say anything about the key issues, which made her even more worried.

Now hearing Qiao Weihuan say this, there is no abnormality in his voice and tone, Han Yirou let out a long sigh of relief, and let go of his hanging heart.

"It's okay, my dad is really, half of the words are angry...... No, you're also a non-truth-teller, so I think I'd better go over and see for myself. If you let me know you're lying to me too, just wait. ”

Qiao Weihuan raised his eyes, "Flesh." ”

"Hey!"

Han Yirou waited for a long time, but didn't hear her words, only the almost inaudible sound of breathing, and two light wisps floated out of the microphone.

Her heart jumped, "Huan'er, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Not me."

Qiao Weihuan pinched her fingers and stared intently at the bedside lamp on the opposite wall.

"Minglang is injured, it is very serious, and it may leave sequelae."

Qiao Weihuan heard a sudden silence at that end, and then there was a beep.

Han Yirou threw the phone out directly.

Han Yirou, who was born with divine power, was too shocked to throw the battery and the mobile phone into pieces. She stood stunned for a while, then trotted over again, shaking her hands and bending over, picking up the phone and battery.

However, this thing is really not forbidden to toss, Han Yirou flipped over the screen, pressed the power button stiffly, and the split screen did not see any light, and the fine cobwebs on top of the black quietly laughed at her.

The scattered voices of people and vehicles on the street were gone, and Han Yirou slowly raised his head, and the surrounding scene collapsed and cracked silently.

Han Yirou slowly sat on the ground, raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, rubbing out a hot water.

At noon the next day, Han Yirou flew to Baghdad.

Qiao Weihuan went to the airport, picked up Han Yirou, who was pale, and went straight to the hospital without saying a word.

On the way, Han Yirou didn't say a word, until she saw Fu Minglang on the hospital bed, Han Yirou's eyes suddenly reddened.

She seemed to be stepping on cotton under her feet, and walked two meters slowly, and her weak legs lost their strength.

The hospital is a magical place, and all the entanglements of love and hatred will be purified by the wooden instruments and pure white, and condensed into heavy tears.

Han Yirou couldn't support herself and knelt on the ground, lying on the edge of the bed, putting her head on the bed, and slowly, her shoulders began to tremble.

Fu Minglang didn't wake up, he fell asleep, unaware of the silent crying next to him.

The water droplets fell into the quilt and were quickly swallowed up by their lines.

Qiao Weihuan didn't say a word, and helped the crumbling Han Yirou out of the hospital.

"Huan'er." Han Yirou grabbed Qiao Weihuan's arm, turned her head, opened a pair of red and swollen eyes, and asked her in a dumb voice, "What will he do in the future?" ”

Qiao Weihuan said softly: "I will give him a normal environment, so that he can be like before, without facing the eyes of the outside world." ”

"Can it be the same?" Han Yirou leaned on Qiao Weihuan's shoulder, clenched her fist to cover her lips, and her intermittent voice, along with the choked voice, still came out irrepressibly, "How old is he, his life hasn't started yet, he follows you all day long, he hasn't grown up, he hasn't been anywhere, how can he ...... at this time?"

Han Yirou slid down from the thin shoulder, her fingers inserted/inserted into the hair, and she kept shaking her head.

"How can those people do this? Why did God do this to him?! It's unfair, it's so unfair......"

Qiao Weihuan held her shoulder, touched the cold ground with one knee, and hugged the person who was about to collapse from crying.

"Flesh, there is no justice under the sky. Just like I lost my child, Minglang lost my health, no one will uphold justice, no amount of pity and amendage is useless, if I lose it, I lose it. ”

Han Yi paused softly and opened his blank eyes, "...... Huan'er? ”

Qiao Weihuan rubbed away the water on Han Yirou's face, blinked her sour eyes, and her somewhat blurred gaze fell on the slowly approaching black vehicle.

"It's useless to regret, it's useless to cry, after being too sad, you always have to find a way to live and be a person who has the ability to never lose anything again."

Han Yirou finally cried until she fainted.

The man in the suit asked Qiao Weihuan with his eyes, and when he saw her nodding, he forcibly took Han Yirou out of the car.

Qiao Weihuan wiped Han Yirou's swollen face from crying, carefully covered her with a quilt, and then went back to her room. She took off her long coat and turtleneck sweater, grabbed the hem and raised her arms, and before she could take them all off, she heard the door of the bathroom seem to open.

Qiao Weihuan paused, and then continued to take it off.

Her slender waist and black bra slowly appeared, followed by arms, shoulders, and neck. The tight collar drives the long hair, creating the most delicate ripples.

As soon as she took it off, a nightgown fell on her body, covering her all over her head and tail.

He Zhengxiao's unique low tone sounded in his ears in a deep voice, "Don't be afraid of catching a cold, huh?" ”

Qiao Weihuan poked her head out of the bathrobe with difficulty, "I wear a lot, and I wear autumn pants, the kind that is particularly thick." ”

He Zhengxiao's deep eyes slid down and landed on the two thin legs exposed under her bathrobe.

Qiao Weihuan was about to tie her belt, but her fingers changed direction halfway, reached into the bathrobe and pulled off the trouser chain, and pulled off her pants.

He Zhengxiao: "......"

Sure enough, it is a very thick autumn pants, and wearing it, B City can survive the middle of winter.

Qiao Weihuan simply didn't take off her autumn pants, stepped on the carpet to get to bed, and lay down comfortably.

The bed next to her sank, Qiao Weihuan turned her head, the slender male body was close at hand, and her arms were crossed and stretched out above her head.

Qiao Weihuan silently turned sideways, pillowed He Zhengxiao's arm, and slowly wrapped around his narrow waist.

"Sleepy?"

"Sort of."

"Sleep for a while."

His voice was low and deep, his chest vibrated faintly, and the big hand on the back of his neck gently patted her back, and the silent warmth made her feel sleepy.

Qiao Weihuan yawned, with some physiological tears in his half-squinted eyes, and said vaguely: "I want to go back to City B in a few days, will you go back?" ”

He Zhengxiao lowered his eyes, and from under her long hair sockets, he saw a pale cyan.

"The 19th, the opening ceremony of the Mondez."

There is still half a month, so he is going to go back to City B soon.

No, the opening ceremony of the Mondez?

Qiao Weihuan woke up in vain and looked up at him: "Didn't you say that it will open next month?" ”

He Zhengxiao's long fingers brushed away the long hair that covered her cheeks, "It's a good thing that it can end early." ”

Qiao Weihuan tasted this sentence and felt that what He Zhengxiao said was very right. It's a blessing for everyone to finish early.

It seems that her time is really running out.

Qiao Weihuan buried his face in the man's broad chest again, and the tip of his nose rubbed against his hard chest.

The tiny touch was transmitted to the skin through the soft shirt, and through the nerves into the chest, causing a little tickle.

He Zhengxiao curled the corners of his lips and waited for her next move without saying a word.

Qiao Weihuan saw that he didn't react, didn't ask and didn't make any other movements, thought about it, turned over and sat up, his straight legs went around his two long legs, and sat on top of him. She held the man's abdomen with both hands, and felt that the tight abdominal muscles under her hands were hot and hard, burning her a little in a trance.

Eight years ago, on a hot night in a hurry, she only remembered that she was nervous to death, whether it hurt more or was more comfortable, and she couldn't understand why, let alone think about how good this man's figure was, because she was not in the mood to look at it at all.

went around and around, the two of them became this kind of relationship, and every time she did it, she was made into a trance by He Zhengxiao, and she didn't have much chance to think about anything else......

The chin was pinched by the man's long fingers, Qiao Weihuan woke up, and looked at Shanghe Zhengxiao's dark eyes.

He rubbed the woman's sharp chin with his thumb, traced her facial features with his eyes, looked at a little red at the end of her eyes, moved his Adam's apple slightly, and his voice was elegant and hoarse, "Huanhuan, you are angry now." ”

Qiao Weihuan was very thick-skinned, and made a look of incomprehension, "I think that when you ask someone to do something, you should look into the other party's eyes and speak, so that you can appear sincere." ”

He Zhengxiao laughed slowly, he withdrew his hand, put his arm behind his head, raised his other hand, and pointed his straight index and middle fingers at the corners of his upper lip.

Qiao Weihuan licked his lips, slowly bent down, hugged the man's perfectly curved neck, and put his lips against those cold lips in his calm eyes.

She closed her eyes, tentatively stuck out the tip of her tongue, and swept half a circle over his thin lips, seeing that he didn't react, she simply bit down his lip.

Qiao Weihuan's kissing skills were learned from He Zhengxiao. However, she only learned a little skin, and she didn't grasp the essence at all, and she didn't grasp the strength of the bite, and it was a little heavier.

The chests of the two were pressed together, and she felt the breath of the man below her stagnate, tense her chest and laughed.

Then she was clasped into his arms by his resolute arm, hugged her and turned over, she turned from an advantage to a disadvantage, and before she could react, she was attacked by his lips and tongue.

Every corner of the mouth was carefully cared for, Qiao Weihuan was made to breathe unsteadily by his gentle and fierce kiss, and her closed eyelashes fluttered several times.

Just when Qiao Weihuan felt that she was about to lose her breath, the ups and downs that could make people unconscious finally stopped.

The person who was kissed and his face was red, he opened his eyes breathlessly, his long eyelashes were hung with fine droplets, and his eyes were hazy to look at him.

He Zhengxiao propped his arms on the bed, his long fingers pinched down her delicate lips, his eyes were deep and quiet, and there was no half-emotion/tide in his peaceful voice, "You want to go to the opening ceremony?" ”

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……

Qiao Weihuan sat on the sofa and waited for a while, and it didn't take long for Han Yirou to call in.

"Huan'er, what's the matter, I heard my dad say that you have encountered a terrorist/terrorist action?!" As soon as the phone was connected, Han Yirou's overly excited voice shook her: "How are you?" Are there any injuries? Oh my God, how could this happen? What luck are you guys?! How are you, speak quickly! ”

"Rourou, you didn't give me a chance to speak......"

"Give it now!"

"Uncle Han was slightly injured, I'm fine."

The local political/political situation is unstable, which is not a glorious thing, so the incident in Baghdad did not spread, and Han Yirou didn't know anything, she just learned about it from Uncle Han. However, Uncle Han asked a bunch of inexplicable questions, she couldn't answer any of them, all her thoughts were on the safety of Uncle Han and Qiao Weihuan, but Uncle Han just fooled her with nothing to do, and didn't say anything about the key issues, which made her even more worried.

Now hearing Qiao Weihuan say this, there is no abnormality in his voice and tone, Han Yirou let out a long sigh of relief, and let go of his hanging heart.

"It's okay, my dad is really, half of the words are angry...... No, you're also a non-truth-teller, so I think I'd better go over and see for myself. If you let me know you're lying to me too, just wait. ”

Qiao Weihuan raised his eyes, "Flesh." ”

"Hey!"

Han Yirou waited for a long time, but didn't hear her words, only the almost inaudible sound of breathing, and two light wisps floated out of the microphone.

Her heart jumped, "Huan'er, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Not me."

Qiao Weihuan pinched her fingers and stared intently at the bedside lamp on the opposite wall.

"Minglang is injured, it is very serious, and it may leave sequelae."

Qiao Weihuan heard a sudden silence at that end, and then there was a beep.

Han Yirou threw the phone out directly.

Han Yirou, who was born with divine power, was too shocked to throw the battery and the mobile phone into pieces. She stood stunned for a while, then trotted over again, shaking her hands and bending over, picking up the phone and battery.

However, this thing is really not forbidden to toss, Han Yirou flipped over the screen, pressed the power button stiffly, and the split screen did not see any light, and the fine cobwebs on top of the black quietly laughed at her.

The scattered voices of people and vehicles on the street were gone, and Han Yirou slowly raised his head, and the surrounding scene collapsed and cracked silently.

Han Yirou slowly sat on the ground, raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, rubbing out a hot water.

At noon the next day, Han Yirou flew to Baghdad.

Qiao Weihuan went to the airport, picked up Han Yirou, who was pale, and went straight to the hospital without saying a word.

On the way, Han Yirou didn't say a word, until she saw Fu Minglang on the hospital bed, Han Yirou's eyes suddenly reddened.

She seemed to be stepping on cotton under her feet, and walked two meters slowly, and her weak legs lost their strength.

The hospital is a magical place, and all the entanglements of love and hatred will be purified by the wooden instruments and pure white, and condensed into heavy tears.

Han Yirou couldn't support herself and knelt on the ground, lying on the edge of the bed, putting her head on the bed, and slowly, her shoulders began to tremble.

Fu Minglang didn't wake up, he fell asleep, unaware of the silent crying next to him.

The water droplets fell into the quilt and were quickly swallowed up by their lines.

Qiao Weihuan didn't say a word, and helped the crumbling Han Yirou out of the hospital.

"Huan'er." Han Yirou grabbed Qiao Weihuan's arm, turned her head, opened a pair of red and swollen eyes, and asked her in a dumb voice, "What will he do in the future?" ”

Qiao Weihuan said softly: "I will give him a normal environment, so that he can be like before, without facing the eyes of the outside world." ”

"Can it be the same?" Han Yirou leaned on Qiao Weihuan's shoulder, clenched her fist to cover her lips, and her intermittent voice, along with the choked voice, still came out irrepressibly, "How old is he, his life hasn't started yet, he follows you all day long, he hasn't grown up, he hasn't been anywhere, how can he ...... at this time?"

Han Yirou slid down from the thin shoulder, her fingers inserted/inserted into the hair, and she kept shaking her head.

"How can those people do this? Why did God do this to him?! It's unfair, it's so unfair......"

Qiao Weihuan held her shoulder, touched the cold ground with one knee, and hugged the person who was about to collapse from crying.

"Flesh, there is no justice under the sky. Just like I lost my child, Minglang lost my health, no one will uphold justice, no amount of pity and amendage is useless, if I lose it, I lose it. ”

Han Yi paused softly and opened his blank eyes, "...... Huan'er? ”

Qiao Weihuan rubbed away the water on Han Yirou's face, blinked her sour eyes, and her somewhat blurred gaze fell on the slowly approaching black vehicle.

"It's useless to regret, it's useless to cry, after being too sad, you always have to find a way to live and be a person who has the ability to never lose anything again."

Han Yirou finally cried until she fainted.

The man in the suit asked Qiao Weihuan with his eyes, and when he saw her nodding, he forcibly took Han Yirou out of the car.

Qiao Weihuan wiped Han Yirou's swollen face from crying, carefully covered her with a quilt, and then went back to her room. She took off her long coat and turtleneck sweater, grabbed the hem and raised her arms, and before she could take them all off, she heard the door of the bathroom seem to open.

Qiao Weihuan paused, and then continued to take it off.

Her slender waist and black bra slowly appeared, followed by arms, shoulders, and neck. The tight collar drives the long hair, creating the most delicate ripples.

As soon as she took it off, a nightgown fell on her body, covering her all over her head and tail.

He Zhengxiao's unique low tone sounded in his ears in a deep voice, "Don't be afraid of catching a cold, huh?" ”

Qiao Weihuan poked her head out of the bathrobe with difficulty, "I wear a lot, and I wear autumn pants, the kind that is particularly thick." ”

He Zhengxiao's deep eyes slid down and landed on the two thin legs exposed under her bathrobe.

Qiao Weihuan was about to tie her belt, but her fingers changed direction halfway, reached into the bathrobe and pulled off the trouser chain, and pulled off her pants.

He Zhengxiao: "......"

Sure enough, it is a very thick autumn pants, and wearing it, B City can survive the middle of winter.

Qiao Weihuan simply didn't take off her autumn pants, stepped on the carpet to get to bed, and lay down comfortably.

The bed next to her sank, Qiao Weihuan turned her head, the slender male body was close at hand, and her arms were crossed and stretched out above her head.

Qiao Weihuan silently turned sideways, pillowed He Zhengxiao's arm, and slowly wrapped around his narrow waist.

"Sleepy?"

"Sort of."

"Sleep for a while."

His voice was low and deep, his chest vibrated faintly, and the big hand on the back of his neck gently patted her back, and the silent warmth made her feel sleepy.

Qiao Weihuan yawned, with some physiological tears in his half-squinted eyes, and said vaguely: "I want to go back to City B in a few days, will you go back?" ”

He Zhengxiao lowered his eyes, and from under her long hair sockets, he saw a pale cyan.

"The 19th, the opening ceremony of the Mondez."

There is still half a month, so he is going to go back to City B soon.

No, the opening ceremony of the Mondez?

Qiao Weihuan woke up in vain and looked up at him: "Didn't you say that it will open next month?" ”

He Zhengxiao's long fingers brushed away the long hair that covered her cheeks, "It's a good thing that it can end early." ”

Qiao Weihuan tasted this sentence and felt that what He Zhengxiao said was very right. It's a blessing for everyone to finish early.

It seems that her time is really running out.

Qiao Weihuan buried his face in the man's broad chest again, and the tip of his nose rubbed against his hard chest.

The tiny touch was transmitted to the skin through the soft shirt, and through the nerves into the chest, causing a little tickle.

He Zhengxiao curled the corners of his lips and waited for her next move without saying a word.

Qiao Weihuan saw that he didn't react, didn't ask and didn't make any other movements, thought about it, turned over and sat up, his straight legs went around his two long legs, and sat on top of him. She held the man's abdomen with both hands, and felt that the tight abdominal muscles under her hands were hot and hard, burning her a little in a trance.

Eight years ago, on a hot night in a hurry, she only remembered that she was nervous to death, whether it hurt more or was more comfortable, and she couldn't understand why, let alone think about how good this man's figure was, because she was not in the mood to look at it at all.

went around and around, the two of them became this kind of relationship, and every time she did it, she was made into a trance by He Zhengxiao, and she didn't have much chance to think about anything else......

The chin was pinched by the man's long fingers, Qiao Weihuan woke up, and looked at Shanghe Zhengxiao's dark eyes.

He rubbed the woman's sharp chin with his thumb, traced her facial features with his eyes, looked at a little red at the end of her eyes, moved his Adam's apple slightly, and his voice was elegant and hoarse, "Huanhuan, you are angry now." ”

Qiao Weihuan was very thick-skinned, and made a look of incomprehension, "I think that when you ask someone to do something, you should look into the other party's eyes and speak, so that you can appear sincere." ”

He Zhengxiao laughed slowly, he withdrew his hand, put his arm behind his head, raised his other hand, and pointed his straight index and middle fingers at the corners of his upper lip.

Qiao Weihuan licked his lips, slowly bent down, hugged the man's perfectly curved neck, and put his lips against those cold lips in his calm eyes.

She closed her eyes, tentatively stuck out the tip of her tongue, and swept half a circle over his thin lips, seeing that he didn't react, she simply bit down his lip.

Qiao Weihuan's kissing skills were learned from He Zhengxiao. However, she only learned a little skin, and she didn't grasp the essence at all, and she didn't grasp the strength of the bite, and it was a little heavier.

The chests of the two were pressed together, and she felt the breath of the man below her stagnate, tense her chest and laughed.

Then she was clasped into his arms by his resolute arm, hugged her and turned over, she turned from an advantage to a disadvantage, and before she could react, she was attacked by his lips and tongue.

Every corner of the mouth was carefully cared for, Qiao Weihuan was made to breathe unsteadily by his gentle and fierce kiss, and her closed eyelashes fluttered several times.

Just when Qiao Weihuan felt that she was about to lose her breath, the ups and downs that could make people unconscious finally stopped.

The person who was kissed and his face was red, he opened his eyes breathlessly, his long eyelashes were hung with fine droplets, and his eyes were hazy to look at him.

He Zhengxiao propped his arms on the bed, his long fingers pinched down her delicate lips, his eyes were deep and quiet, and there was no half-emotion/tide in his peaceful voice, "You want to go to the opening ceremony?" ”

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