A group of tall former seals sat in a row under the wall in front of the villa with simple luggage, and one of the baby-faced guys couldn't help but look up at Caesar: "Head, we're just giving in?" ”

The others also looked up at Caesar expectantly.

Caesar looked helpless, spread his hands, sighed, and said: "You haven't been able to touch this level yet, do you know how Instructor Will describes His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?" ”

Will Instructor?

The demon who likes to eat medium-rare steak and likes to punish them for jumping around the camp for 30 laps when it's okay?!

Oh my God, their camp consisted of a large swamp, a small desert, an inland lake, and a forest, all of which were the size of a farm!

Babyface shuddered in unison with the others, a look of apprehension as he recalled some unpleasant past.

Caesar coughed twice and said with a wry smile: "Instructor Will admires this highness the prince very much, he once used a few words to describe the prince, saying that he has the cunning of a fox, the viciousness of a wolf, and the bravery of a lion-"

"And the swans are as loyal to their homeland as their mates."

He still remembered that Instructor Will was full of admiration at that time, patted him on the shoulder, and said seriously: "This last point is what I admire the prince the most, a warrior, a real warrior, only when he has the object he wants to protect, he will burst out with unimaginable combat power!" ”

Babyface was even more frustrated: "The cunning of the fox, the viciousness of the wolf, and the bravery of the lion? Hell, isn't that what the devil asks of us when we train? Someone can really meet his requirements?! ”

Caesar didn't answer his companion's question again, he was more frustrated than his companion, he was most afraid of missing out in their line of work, the 100% success rate before was the golden sign of their mercenary army, and now he was going to take off this signboard with his own hands, it seems that his tough attitude of never discounting is also going to change.

Perhaps, you can give a few old customers a 98% discount?

While thinking casually, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message out unwillingly.

At the same time, Fang Qinghan, who had just changed out of a skirt, found the latest news from his security captain as soon as he turned on his mobile phone:

- Dear Mr. Fang, I regret to inform you that due to some force majeure from your country, we are unable to prevent a young girl from entering your villa, and we admit our negligence and are willing to pay three times the salary you have hired us.

Fang Qinghan looked at the profile photo of the girl sent with the text message, his brows furrowed, and then he let go, a heart, but inexplicably hung high: Hanhan? Is Hanhan going home?

He took a few steps and went directly to the driver's seat of the black Mercedes that came to pick him up, opened the door, and ordered the driver sitting in the driver's seat: "You get down!" ”

He got into the car quickly, fastened his seat belt, clenched the steering wheel with both hands, stepped on the accelerator fiercely, and the car swooped out.

Return to the heart like an arrow.

……

Jian Han refused Guan Cheng's company, and slowly walked up to the second floor alone, relying on her memory, and walked to the bedroom where she saw Shen Han last time, her right hand was holding the golden doorknob, and she didn't move.

I don't know how long it took, she slowly exhaled a long breath, her eyes gradually firmed, no longer hesitated, and opened the door.

The girl lying on the hospital bed was much paler and weaker than the last time she saw her, like a sleeping princess, but she could not resist the passage of time, and finally gradually became weak and old in her dreams.

Jian Han looked at the monitoring instrument on the side, and sure enough, the curve representing the brain wave had now become a smooth and straight straight line.

She slowly raised her hand, her fingertips touched the back of the girl's hand, cold and unconscious, the strong emotional impact she received when she came last time, completely gone, as if lying on the bed at this time, just a perfect doll, has completely lost her consciousness.

Let's end it!

She muttered to herself in her heart, raising her hand little by little, but the moment she touched the oxygen tube, she pulled it out very decisively.

Immediately, her legs went limp, and she sat down on the chair in front of the girl's bed, and her pretty face was buried deep in her hands—she still ended her life completely.

From then on, in this world, there is only Jian Han, no Shen Han.

There was a rush of footsteps behind him, followed by the man's heavy gasps, and the next second, a roar sounded behind him: "Damn! What did you do?! ”

Jian Han's body stiffened, and she slowly turned her head, and what caught her eyes was a heart-warming familiar face that was still handsome even if she was angry, the corners of her lips were hooked, as if she was smiling rather than laughing, as if she was crying rather than crying, and called softly: "Brother Qinghan-"

The young man was stunned, and in the next second, he seemed to understand something, and asked hesitantly, "Hanhan?" ”

Although it was the same pronunciation, Jian Han clearly knew that what he was calling must be another herself, she couldn't help nodding her head again and again, tears welled up, and in a blink of an eye, she couldn't cry: "It's me, I'm back, Brother Qinghan!" ”

So, through heavy tears, she saw the ecstasy on the young man's face, his eyes were bright, the corners of his lips were flying, and his face was pure joy, she suddenly felt that she had died once, but in exchange for Brother Qinghan, who was always calm and calm, first angry and ecstatic, out of control to this point, it was worth it.

At least, when she stepped on the brakes, the strong desire for him to regret it for the rest of his life should have come true.

Jian Han raised his head, wiped a handful of tears indiscriminately, lowered his head, picked up the satchel at hand, took out a few thick notebooks from it, stood up, gritted his teeth and walked in front of Fang Qinghan, silently raised the notebook in his hand, and handed it to him.

Fang Qinghan looked down at the thick stack of notebooks, with a puzzled expression: "Hanhan? ”

Jian Han sniffed fiercely, with tears on his face, he tried to bloom a fragile smile, and when he opened his mouth, he still had a heavy nasal voice, "My brother said, don't make trouble for my mother, but I still caused trouble, so I copied these Tang poems, they were all taught to me by my brother when I was a child, I copied them many, many times, next time my brother goes to see my mother, bring them to my mother!" ”

Fang Qinghan stiffened his fingers that touched the thick stack of notebooks, he raised his head in disbelief, and with a click, the stack of notebooks fell heavily to the ground.