"Nothing? I just," she choked up, "I just had nightmares, a little scared, nothing. ”

She turned in his arms, her back to him, half of her face buried in the fluffy down pillow.

Jin Zeming half-propped himself up, his fingers flicked her to cover her face, and the tear-soaked hair slowly reached behind her ears.

Under the light, her fine white neck contrasted with her jet-black hair.

The white ones are like porcelain, and the black ones are like clouds and waterfalls.

He lowered his head and leaned closely, his lips pressed against her slightly cool cheek, and said in a dumb voice, "I love you!" ”

She nodded, silently weeping.

Behind him, there is a familiar body temperature and breath.

She didn't know if their identities would be threatened if they were revealed to the world, whether they would threaten their two young children.

Although SR is not her child, she likes him.

"It's okay, let's sleep!" She said in a hoarse voice.

His strong arms wrapped around her, trying his best to comfort her in the best way he could, "When I'm done, I'll spend more time with you." ”

She was about to say something when there was a soft knock outside the door.

Jin Zeming looked at the time, half past four in the morning.

At this time, knocking on the door, something big should have happened.

He kissed Luo Xingchen comfortingly, and then hurriedly got up, grabbed his pajamas and put them on.

When I opened the door, there was Qing Cang standing outside the door.

"What's wrong?" Jin Zeming's heart tightened, and he closed the door with his hand, because Qing Cang's face was ugly.

"Your Excellency, news has just come from the Winton Villa that the president's wife has committed suicide"

Qing Cang kept his voice very low, a little afraid that Luo Xingchen in the room would hear it.

"What about people?" Jin Zeming frowned.

"I've been sent to the hospital, rest assured, this matter won't get out." Qing Cang bowed his head slightly, waiting for Jin Zeming's orders.

Jin Zeming subconsciously looked back at the closed door, no matter what, Fang Yunyun was SR's mother.

It is reasonable for him to ignore such a thing.

"Prepare the car and go to the hospital."

After giving the order, Jin Zeming turned around and entered the room.

Hearing the door, Luo Xingchen, who was lying on the side of the bed, asked, "Is there something wrong?" Is something wrong? ”

Someone suddenly came looking for it so late, most likely something happened.

"Where is the war again?" She asked, alarmed.

Jin Zeming walked over quickly and smiled at her, "Of course it's not a war, it's just a bit urgent, and I have to rush over now." Don't wait for me to sleep first! ”

He caressed her cheeks lovingly, his doting eyes lingering on her pale face.

"There you go! I'm fine. ”

"Thank you!" He smiled and went to the cloakroom.

After a while, he changed his clothes and came out.

Luo Xingchen lay there, motionless, as if asleep.

He was a little hesitant to go over and comfort her, but after thinking about it, he left lightly.

He was most at ease with this woman, and if he saw her tears again, he thought he wouldn't be able to step over the threshold.

In order to avoid people's eyes, Jin Zeming did not take the president's special car, but got into Qingcang's car.

Along the way, news came that Fang Yunyun was out of danger.

Jin Zeming had a gloomy face and looked out of the car window.

"How did she kill herself?" He asked.

"Mrs. President's wrists cut!" Qing Cang replied cautiously.

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