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"I know."

The sense of oppression in that gaze was too heavy, and Qiao Weihuan couldn't stand it and opened her eyes.

The moment the long eyelashes fell, the black ripples under the eyes spread out layer by layer, and slowly became a pool of still water.

The three views do not agree, and the two of them will quarrel again, and she doesn't want to quarrel.

Qiao Weihuan bent down hard, put his forehead on He Zhengxiao's shoulder, and whispered: "He Zhengxiao, I'm in a low mood now, let's not talk about this." ”

He Zhengxiao lowered his deep eyes, looked at her for a moment, and then pressed his big hand on her back.

Qiao Weihuan remained motionless, listening to his low and gentle voice, "Go back to the hotel." ”

Uncle Zhong answered.

The car moved forward steadily, and there was no more noise in the carriage, and the sound of the slow flow of air could be faintly heard.

It was so quiet that the sound of their breathing became clear.

One sinks and one is light, one is deep and one is soft, slowly overlapping together.

After a while, Qiao Weihuan couldn't help but move, and whispered, "I'm hot." ”

He Zhengxiao's big hand pressed and buckled her back into his arms.

"Bear with me."

“……”

The car stopped outside the hotel, He Zhengxiao carried the zongzi into the room, gently put it on the bed, and then pulled the quilt on her body.

Qiao Weihuan's face was very red, and her ears were also red, like a crayfish.

The heat that was covered condensed into fine beads of sweat, and the long brown hair stuck to the cheeks and neck, looking a little embarrassed.

Qiao Weihuan saw He Zhengxiao take off his coat elegantly, closed the curtains with his long fingers, and then went to bed.

The big hand patted her on the back softly, and her mellow voice was very hard.

"Sleep well, stay up late these days, and you won't want to get out of bed again."

The light of day is about to appear, and the meager bright color passes through the gap deliberately left between the curtains, and a narrow line of light makes people's eyelids sink when they see it.

The force on the back was neither light nor heavy, the rhythm was slow and orderly, and the sleepy insects were animated by the rhythm and the man's slightly hoarse voice, and rushed up.

Qiao Weihuan's eyelids became heavier and heavier, she tentatively reached out, slowly hugged the man's narrow waist, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

He Zhengxiao patted her back slowly, listened to her breathing become lighter and steady, and soon fell asleep completely.

He stared at the little face for a long time, and slowly stopped moving.

The child is gone, and it can be adopted. If she has no children, she can't come back.

It's also a good thing for her.

Pulling away the half-amputated arm she had placed on his waist, he got out of bed and walked out of the room with his coat in his big hands.

Outside the door, Uncle Zhong was waiting, and when he saw him come out, he immediately said, "Young Master, Mr. Han has arrived." ”

Uncle Han also didn't sleep all night, his nose hurt very much, and he was still thinking about Qiao Weihuan and the young man, so he sat in the hospital until dawn.

Just as he was about to go to breakfast, a man in a black suit knocked on his hospital room door.

Uncle Han stared at the wall-like big man with a solemn face: "...... Who are you looking for? ”

The man in the suit bent down respectfully: "Mr. Han, my husband is thinking about how uncomfortable it is to live in the hospital, so I have prepared a suite in the hotel and invite you to come over." ”

"Your husband?"

"My husband is the Duke of Demville."

Uncle Han's face stiffened, and he raised his hand to point at the man in the suit, "Demville?!" ”

When he arrived at the hotel, Uncle Han was first invited to the restaurant, which was empty.

Uncle Han sat down, and after waiting for a short time, he heard steady footsteps. He looked up and saw a tall figure, cold dark gray, a compelling momentum, and a subtle restraint in a polite demeanor, which made people dare not underestimate it.

The aura is too strong, and when you see it, you know that you are not an ordinary person, and it is not easy to speak.

He Zhengxiao pulled out a chair and sat down, and his every move was full of natural coldness.

"You're the Duke of Demville?"

"Also surnamed He, Mr. Han."

He Zhengxiao was kind and polite, straight to the point, "The man who has a relationship with Huanhuan, my name is He Zhengxiao." ”

This breath!

Uncle Han's longevity eyebrows jumped, and his palm slapped on the table, "What did you say, what do you mean by something to do with Huan'er?" She's a girl's house, you can't tell you clearly, what kind of heart does it ruin her reputation when it goes out! ”

"Mr. Han, why Huanhuan left Manchester, you should know it."

He Zhengxiao leaned on the back of the chair, and his dark eyes were so dark that Uncle Han couldn't see clearly.

"We had a relationship eight years ago, and now it's just deeper."

This time, Uncle Han's eyebrows began to twitch, of course he knew why Qiao Weihuan left, and how he left, so he went to Syria to meet him.

But the phrase "the relationship is deeper" ......

"Huan'er's child is yours?"

Looking at the man opposite, he bowed slightly, Uncle Han pondered for a moment, took out the glasses lens from his pocket, and looked at it carefully.

This appearance is too good, I can't see how bad my heart is.

But he can almost understand the reason why Huan'er worked so hard to leave Manchester and became pregnant with the old man's child.

has no feelings, her temperament will make people close to her?

Bad fate!

Uncle Han put away the lenses, and his face immediately turned cold, "What is the matter with you looking for my old man on purpose?" ”

He Zhengxiao's long finger on the table flicked lightly.

The attitude became very fast, and like Mrs. Joe, he was very resistant to his association with women.

Just knowing that it happened eight years ago, it shouldn't be this reaction.

He Zhengxiao said slowly, "It's rude, there is something, I want to ask Mr. Han for help." ”

"I know the name of your family, and my reputation is prominent, and I can help you with an old man."

Uncle Han said coldly: "I originally wanted to meet Huan'er's boyfriend, and I thought that someone was still suitable, so I urged me to get married, but now I know that it's you, and I don't have to worry about her future." My old man can't turn around, he is blunt, our family can't afford your identity, and I don't look down on the disturbances in the big family, I don't agree with your business. ”

"Mr. Han may have misunderstood, Huanhuan has never been a person from a small family."

"Is it a misunderstanding, I know, what happened to her in the past is in the past, no need to mention it!"

Uncle Han stood up and said with a calm face: "I don't want to be particular about your character, I hope she will suffer less now, and you won't have anything to do with Huan'er in the future." Huan'er is also in the hotel, right? I heard your subordinate say, she's sleeping now? When she wakes up, I'll take her away right away. ”

Uncle Han turned around and was about to leave, when he heard a steady voice behind him: "The scar on Mrs. Qiao's stomach, Mr. Han knows where it came from?" ”

Uncle Han glared and turned back, "You still dare to mention this?!" ”

"Regarding this matter, I think Mr. Han was deceived by Mrs. Qiao."

Uncle Han was shocked, and his anger rose: "Young man, you accumulate some virtue!" ”

He covered his heart and blushed, "You did that kind of thing to Huan'er's mother, and now you want to slander people's reputation?" Fortunately, Huan'er didn't know about it yet, if she knew, how would she face her mother?! As long as you still have a little conscience, break off with Huan'er as soon as possible, don't make her difficult to be! ”

It seems that Uncle Han also knows that Mrs. Qiao has not told Qiao Weihuan......

"Didn't Mr. Han doubt the truth of this matter?" He Zhengxiao curled the corners of his lips, and the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, "What happened back then, Huanhuan didn't know, Mr. Han should have heard about it from Mrs. Qiao, I think, you have never been certified." ”

Uncle Han was angry, and when he heard this, he was still inadvertently stunned.

He didn't have a certificate, but according to common sense, he couldn't listen to strangers, let alone the Dimmervilles.

However, the junior on the opposite side has a heavy momentum, and he is stable, no matter what his attitude is, he always does not show the mountain dew, and he is a deep hidden.

The posture of speaking has a deep wisdom, which makes it impossible to question his words.

Especially when he crossed his ten fingers and his long fingers moved slightly, Uncle Han felt that he was pulling the clouds on the chessboard through the invisible line.

"I don't know if Mr. Han is clear, but when he is not stimulated, he actively shows abnormal performance, and it is not post-traumatic stress disorder."

……

Qiao Weihuan's mobile phone was placed in the bag, and through the leather, the mobile phone rang on the table, "buzzing" and shaking. Qiao Weihuan on the bed opened his eyes suddenly, with the red blood color of being awakened in the corners of his eyes, and sat up directly from the bed.

When Qiao Weihuan got out of bed, the phone had stopped vibrating. She took out her mobile phone from her bag, and when she looked at the number, it turned out to be Tan Lao.

Qiao Weihuan rubbed her eyes and went to the bathroom. She didn't dare to catch a cold now, nor did she dare to take a bath, so she wiped her face with a towel damp with hot water, and after she was completely sober, she called Tan Lao back.

The old soldier had nothing to do, and called her personally, just to hear that she was in trouble here, to give condolences, and by the way, to talk about Mondez.

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Weihuan opened the curtains and stood by the window to watch the meeting.

Under the noon sun, the flow of people was bustling, and even from a distance, you could see the looks on their faces, as if they were in a good mood.

Within three days, however, the panic caused by the terrorist operation had subsided. Because the sun is still rising, and the earth is not yet destroyed, there is always a way to live a good life.

There is no hurdle that cannot be passed, only people who do not want to go out.

It's time for her to cheer up.

Qiao Weihuan simply opened all the curtains and opened the door quickly, originally wanting to call Uncle Zhong, but he didn't expect to turn his head and see Uncle Han coming out of the elevator.

"Uncle Han?"

Uncle Han nodded, "You go back to the room first, don't blow the wind." ”

His brow was wrinkled, his steps were heavy, his steps were heavy, and he walked a few laps with his hands behind his back.

Qiao Weihuan sat on the sofa and watched him turn around for a long time, "...... Uncle Han, do you have something on your mind? ”

Uncle Han paused and turned his head to look at her.

After a while, he sighed and waved his hand, "You're not a worry-free person, keep it, raise it quickly, let's go back to China." ”

After saying that, he went out.

When the door closed, Qiao Weihuan looked away and began to call Han Yirou, wanting to ask her Uncle Han what it was

What's the situation, the result is that the line is busy.

After a few minutes, she played again, still busy......

Uncle Han returned to his room and continued to circle with his hands behind his back, his head full of what the young man said.

He walked so dizzy that he sat down on a chair tiredly, thought about it, and dialed Han Yirou's number.

"Xiao Rou."

Uncle Han asked in a deep tone, "Dad asked you something......

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

"I know."

The sense of oppression in that gaze was too heavy, and Qiao Weihuan couldn't stand it and opened her eyes.

The moment the long eyelashes fell, the black ripples under the eyes spread out layer by layer, and slowly became a pool of still water.

The three views do not agree, and the two of them will quarrel again, and she doesn't want to quarrel.

Qiao Weihuan bent down hard, put his forehead on He Zhengxiao's shoulder, and whispered: "He Zhengxiao, I'm in a low mood now, let's not talk about this." ”

He Zhengxiao lowered his deep eyes, looked at her for a moment, and then pressed his big hand on her back.

Qiao Weihuan remained motionless, listening to his low and gentle voice, "Go back to the hotel." ”

Uncle Zhong answered.

The car moved forward steadily, and there was no more noise in the carriage, and the sound of the slow flow of air could be faintly heard.

It was so quiet that the sound of their breathing became clear.

One sinks and one is light, one is deep and one is soft, slowly overlapping together.

After a while, Qiao Weihuan couldn't help but move, and whispered, "I'm hot." ”

He Zhengxiao's big hand pressed and buckled her back into his arms.

"Bear with me."

“……”

The car stopped outside the hotel, He Zhengxiao carried the zongzi into the room, gently put it on the bed, and then pulled the quilt on her body.

Qiao Weihuan's face was very red, and her ears were also red, like a crayfish.

The heat that was covered condensed into fine beads of sweat, and the long brown hair stuck to the cheeks and neck, looking a little embarrassed.

Qiao Weihuan saw He Zhengxiao take off his coat elegantly, closed the curtains with his long fingers, and then went to bed.

The big hand patted her on the back softly, and her mellow voice was very hard.

"Sleep well, stay up late these days, and you won't want to get out of bed again."

The light of day is about to appear, and the meager bright color passes through the gap deliberately left between the curtains, and a narrow line of light makes people's eyelids sink when they see it.

The force on the back was neither light nor heavy, the rhythm was slow and orderly, and the sleepy insects were animated by the rhythm and the man's slightly hoarse voice, and rushed up.

Qiao Weihuan's eyelids became heavier and heavier, she tentatively reached out, slowly hugged the man's narrow waist, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

He Zhengxiao patted her back slowly, listened to her breathing become lighter and steady, and soon fell asleep completely.

He stared at the little face for a long time, and slowly stopped moving.

The child is gone, and it can be adopted. If she has no children, she can't come back.

It's also a good thing for her.

Pulling away the half-amputated arm she had placed on his waist, he got out of bed and walked out of the room with his coat in his big hands.

Outside the door, Uncle Zhong was waiting, and when he saw him come out, he immediately said, "Young Master, Mr. Han has arrived." ”

Uncle Han also didn't sleep all night, his nose hurt very much, and he was still thinking about Qiao Weihuan and the young man, so he sat in the hospital until dawn.

Just as he was about to go to breakfast, a man in a black suit knocked on his hospital room door.

Uncle Han stared at the wall-like big man with a solemn face: "...... Who are you looking for? ”

The man in the suit bent down respectfully: "Mr. Han, my husband is thinking about how uncomfortable it is to live in the hospital, so I have prepared a suite in the hotel and invite you to come over." ”

"Your husband?"

"My husband is the Duke of Demville."

Uncle Han's face stiffened, and he raised his hand to point at the man in the suit, "Demville?!" ”

When he arrived at the hotel, Uncle Han was first invited to the restaurant, which was empty.

Uncle Han sat down, and after waiting for a short time, he heard steady footsteps. He looked up and saw a tall figure, cold dark gray, a compelling momentum, and a subtle restraint in a polite demeanor, which made people dare not underestimate it.

The aura is too strong, and when you see it, you know that you are not an ordinary person, and it is not easy to speak.

He Zhengxiao pulled out a chair and sat down, and his every move was full of natural coldness.

"You're the Duke of Demville?"

"Also surnamed He, Mr. Han."

He Zhengxiao was kind and polite, straight to the point, "The man who has a relationship with Huanhuan, my name is He Zhengxiao." ”

This breath!

Uncle Han's longevity eyebrows jumped, and his palm slapped on the table, "What did you say, what do you mean by something to do with Huan'er?" She's a girl's house, you can't tell you clearly, what kind of heart does it ruin her reputation when it goes out! ”

"Mr. Han, why Huanhuan left Manchester, you should know it."

He Zhengxiao leaned on the back of the chair, and his dark eyes were so dark that Uncle Han couldn't see clearly.

"We had a relationship eight years ago, and now it's just deeper."

This time, Uncle Han's eyebrows began to twitch, of course he knew why Qiao Weihuan left, and how he left, so he went to Syria to meet him.

But the phrase "the relationship is deeper" ......

"Huan'er's child is yours?"

Looking at the man opposite, he bowed slightly, Uncle Han pondered for a moment, took out the glasses lens from his pocket, and looked at it carefully.

This appearance is too good, I can't see how bad my heart is.

But he can almost understand the reason why Huan'er worked so hard to leave Manchester and became pregnant with the old man's child.

has no feelings, her temperament will make people close to her?

Bad fate!

Uncle Han put away the lenses, and his face immediately turned cold, "What is the matter with you looking for my old man on purpose?" ”

He Zhengxiao's long finger on the table flicked lightly.

The attitude became very fast, and like Mrs. Joe, he was very resistant to his association with women.

Just knowing that it happened eight years ago, it shouldn't be this reaction.

He Zhengxiao said slowly, "It's rude, there is something, I want to ask Mr. Han for help." ”

"I know the name of your family, and my reputation is prominent, and I can help you with an old man."

Uncle Han said coldly: "I originally wanted to meet Huan'er's boyfriend, and I thought that someone was still suitable, so I urged me to get married, but now I know that it's you, and I don't have to worry about her future." My old man can't turn around, he is blunt, our family can't afford your identity, and I don't look down on the disturbances in the big family, I don't agree with your business. ”

"Mr. Han may have misunderstood, Huanhuan has never been a person from a small family."

"Is it a misunderstanding, I know, what happened to her in the past is in the past, no need to mention it!"

Uncle Han stood up and said with a calm face: "I don't want to be particular about your character, I hope she will suffer less now, and you won't have anything to do with Huan'er in the future." Huan'er is also in the hotel, right? I heard your subordinate say, she's sleeping now? When she wakes up, I'll take her away right away. ”

Uncle Han turned around and was about to leave, when he heard a steady voice behind him: "The scar on Mrs. Qiao's stomach, Mr. Han knows where it came from?" ”

Uncle Han glared and turned back, "You still dare to mention this?!" ”

"Regarding this matter, I think Mr. Han was deceived by Mrs. Qiao."

Uncle Han was shocked, and his anger rose: "Young man, you accumulate some virtue!" ”

He covered his heart and blushed, "You did that kind of thing to Huan'er's mother, and now you want to slander people's reputation?" Fortunately, Huan'er didn't know about it yet, if she knew, how would she face her mother?! As long as you still have a little conscience, break off with Huan'er as soon as possible, don't make her difficult to be! ”

It seems that Uncle Han also knows that Mrs. Qiao has not told Qiao Weihuan......

"Didn't Mr. Han doubt the truth of this matter?" He Zhengxiao curled the corners of his lips, and the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, "What happened back then, Huanhuan didn't know, Mr. Han should have heard about it from Mrs. Qiao, I think, you have never been certified." ”

Uncle Han was angry, and when he heard this, he was still inadvertently stunned.

He didn't have a certificate, but according to common sense, he couldn't listen to strangers, let alone the Dimmervilles.

However, the junior on the opposite side has a heavy momentum, and he is stable, no matter what his attitude is, he always does not show the mountain dew, and he is a deep hidden.

The posture of speaking has a deep wisdom, which makes it impossible to question his words.

Especially when he crossed his ten fingers and his long fingers moved slightly, Uncle Han felt that he was pulling the clouds on the chessboard through the invisible line.

"I don't know if Mr. Han is clear, but when he is not stimulated, he actively shows abnormal performance, and it is not post-traumatic stress disorder."

……

Qiao Weihuan's mobile phone was placed in the bag, and through the leather, the mobile phone rang on the table, "buzzing" and shaking. Qiao Weihuan on the bed opened his eyes suddenly, with the red blood color of being awakened in the corners of his eyes, and sat up directly from the bed.

When Qiao Weihuan got out of bed, the phone had stopped vibrating. She took out her mobile phone from her bag, and when she looked at the number, it turned out to be Tan Lao.

Qiao Weihuan rubbed her eyes and went to the bathroom. She didn't dare to catch a cold now, nor did she dare to take a bath, so she wiped her face with a towel damp with hot water, and after she was completely sober, she called Tan Lao back.

The old soldier had nothing to do, and called her personally, just to hear that she was in trouble here, to give condolences, and by the way, to talk about Mondez.

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Weihuan opened the curtains and stood by the window to watch the meeting.

Under the noon sun, the flow of people was bustling, and even from a distance, you could see the looks on their faces, as if they were in a good mood.

Within three days, however, the panic caused by the terrorist operation had subsided. Because the sun is still rising, and the earth is not yet destroyed, there is always a way to live a good life.

There is no hurdle that cannot be passed, only people who do not want to go out.

It's time for her to cheer up.

Qiao Weihuan simply opened all the curtains and opened the door quickly, originally wanting to call Uncle Zhong, but he didn't expect to turn his head and see Uncle Han coming out of the elevator.

"Uncle Han?"

Uncle Han nodded, "You go back to the room first, don't blow the wind." ”

His brow was wrinkled, his steps were heavy, his steps were heavy, and he walked a few laps with his hands behind his back.

Qiao Weihuan sat on the sofa and watched him turn around for a long time, "...... Uncle Han, do you have something on your mind? ”

Uncle Han paused and turned his head to look at her.

After a while, he sighed and waved his hand, "You're not a worry-free person, keep it, raise it quickly, let's go back to China." ”

After saying that, he went out.

When the door closed, Qiao Weihuan looked away and began to call Han Yirou, wanting to ask her Uncle Han what it was

What's the situation, the result is that the line is busy.

After a few minutes, she played again, still busy......

Uncle Han returned to his room and continued to circle with his hands behind his back, his head full of what the young man said.

He walked so dizzy that he sat down on a chair tiredly, thought about it, and dialed Han Yirou's number.

"Xiao Rou."

Uncle Han asked in a deep tone, "Dad asked you something......

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