The smile on the corner of Rong Che's lips stiffened slightly, and Lin Qinghuan's whispering stopped abruptly.

There are only the two of them and the little African boy named Hamo in this manor, and in the two days they have lived here, no one has come to disturb them, and the surrounding environment Rong Che has also seen in private, it is an ordinary African village, nothing abnormal.

In addition, Song Licheng has not shown up again.

For so long, Rong Che didn't know what he wanted to do.

Usually they stay downstairs, and Hammer rarely appears in their field of vision, but now ......

It didn't take long for Hammer to push the door in, and when he looked at the two of them, his clear eyebrows were filled with panic and nervousness, but the moment his eyes fell on them, he was a little relieved.

Lin Qinghuan: "......"

At first, she believed in Rong Che, so she naturally believed that the child in front of her was an ordinary nine-year-old child, and then she was forced to take on the responsibility of life early.

But now.

The child in front of her was still a nine-year-old, but it was difficult for her to look at him with such simple and pure thoughts.

Rong Che was as always, his eyebrows twisted involuntarily, and there was a little doubt in his tone: "What's wrong?" ”

Hamo was a little embarrassed, his mouth opened, and he stopped talking for a while before he said slowly: "The satellite TV said that it would rain tonight, and I suddenly thought of it...... The skylight in the attic didn't seem to close, so I came up and took a look. ”

Rong Che: "......"

Lazily raised the corners of his lips, and after laughing, he responded slowly: "Well, then you go and get busy." ”

But Hammer didn't go.

Standing at the door a little cramped, the hand holding the doorknob was also extremely restless, Lin Qinghuan was still on Rong Che, his arm stopped at his neck, and his posture was slightly ambiguous.

"Is there anything else?"

Juncher asked him in English.

Hamo hesitated, but finally said, "It's late, you guys go back to your room to rest, otherwise it will be very cold if it rains for a while." ”

Rong Che: "......"

It seems that he is still worried about Lin Qinghuan after all.

But......

It's hard to feel warm in this way.

It's just that people are under the roof, in order not to cause unnecessary panic, Rong Che really has no reason to do anything with him in such a trivial matter.

The stairs down from the attic are extremely narrow, and Rong Che was careful and careful when he first came up, not to mention that it was already late and the light was not very good.

"Be careful." As a child, Rong Che was not too harsh on him, so he helped him when he came down, but Hammer hurriedly avoided him.

Rong Che was a little surprised, and twisted his eyebrows, with a little incomprehension in his eyes.

After a while, Hamo slowly spoke: "The wound on my arm is not healed yet, you just touched it, and it hurts a little." ”

Rong Che didn't say anything.

It was only after settling Lin Qinghuan back to the room and sleeping that he took the disinfection potion and medical bandages to find him.

In the past, Hammer was alone tending to a wound on his arm.

He can bandage it simply, but there is no medicine, hemostasis and healing are very slow, and the weather in Africa is hot, and the wound is already somewhat inflamed.

Rong Che was not in a hurry, and hugged his shoulders and watched from the side for a while.

There is also surveillance in his room, but there is only one place, and there is a satellite phone next to the needle, presumably to facilitate contact.

As for eavesdropping, listening devices and so on, it is estimated that they are also essential.

Other......

Not really.

These are some very conventional monitoring methods.

He hadn't spoken since he came in, and Hamo had always been curious about what he wanted to do, but he didn't dare to ask easily, so he stopped what he was doing and stared at him for a long time before he spoke: "You are looking for me, is there anything wrong?" ”

Rong Che came back to his senses.

He raised the corners of his lips lightly, and his tone was as easy-going as ever: "It's nothing, come and help you deal with the wound." ”

Hamo didn't dare to move, standing still, not knowing whether to refuse or not.

Rong Che didn't mind, just finished speaking, he went straight over, sat on his bed, put aside all the things he needed for a while, raised his arm, stared at the wound for a while and said, "If you don't deal with it well, your arm will be useless." ”

Hammer: "......"

Silent and unsure of how to answer.

Rong Che: "How did you get hurt?" ”

He was silent for a long time before he cautiously spoke: "Snatching other people's things, being beaten." ”

This kind of thing is also very common in more chaotic countries and regions, although it is very undesirable, but people do everything in order to survive.

Rong Che didn't want to comment on his behavior, he just felt ...... If there is a better living environment, perhaps it will be more comfortable to accuse them of doing something wrong.

Of course.

"It's not right to rob someone else's stuff, don't do it next time."

Hamo: "I know. ”

He nodded, and then concentrated on bandaging his wound.

After a long while, he slowly spoke again: "How is your sister?" Is the injury a little better? ”

"I don't know."

Rong Che's eyebrows twisted: "Didn't you ask?" ”

Hamo: "He didn't let me ask, he just told me that he would take care of my sister." ”

Rong Che: "Heh......"

A faint chuckle and no more words.

Hamo was a little puzzled: "Is there any problem?" ”

Rong Che shook his head, then wrapped the medical bandage on his hand around his wound little by little, tied a knot and tied it, and then spoke again: "No, I just think you may be able to ask him, after all, Mr. Song is not the kind of person who is completely unreasonable." ”

Hamo: "Song? ”

Rong Che nodded: "Well, the uncle who helped you is surnamed Song, and he is my wife's father, he didn't sell her child, he just didn't want her anymore." ”

Hamo: "......" was stunned and hesitated for a long time before speaking: "How is it possible...... How can there be parents who don't want their children, they ......"

Rong Che smiled, but his tone was as calm as ever: "You are still young, so you don't know, in fact, there are many people in this world who are not worthy of being parents, nothing unusual." ”

After that, nothing else was said.

When he returned to the bedroom, Lin Qinghuan was already asleep, curled up like a child, his eyebrows slightly twisted, and he was sleeping very unsteadily.

Rong Che leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, she reflexively tightened her eyebrows, and then, Na Na said to herself: "Husband, ......"

"Yes."

"Shall we go home?"

Rong Che: "......"

The calloused fingertips fell between her eyebrows, caressing caress caressing, trying to smooth out the ups and downs of her eyebrows a little bit.

However, hearing her say this, the movements of her hands involuntarily paused.

But only for a moment.

Soon, it was back to normal.

He lowered his head and kissed her on the corner of the lips, and whispered, "Be nice, perhaps...... When dawn comes, we can go home. ”

The corners of Lin Qinghuan's mouth were raised carelessly, and he lay his head sideways in the palm of his hand, his soft lips on the tips of his thumb, gentle and long.

*

All night, Rong Che just leaned against the side of the bed.

Probably because he was too comfortable with her, it was easy to let his guard down, and when the darkness in front of the window slowly turned golden, Rong Che closed his eyes for a moment.

Lin Qinghuan was firmly protected by him in his arms and did not leave for a moment.

"Tolerant ......"

There was a knock on the door outside, and a familiar voice.

Rong Che woke up immediately, and even Lin Qinghuan in his arms woke up.

"Is something wrong?"

Lin Qinghuan was still very scared.

Rong Che shook his head again and again to comfort her: "No, nothing, lie down first, and then get up later." ”

As he spoke, he pressed Lin Qinghuan back into the quilt.

He got up to leave, but Lin Qinghuan held his hand in fear.

Rong Che: "......"

"Okay, I'm not going anywhere, I'm here with you."

However, the people outside didn't know what was going on inside, and they thought that something had happened to them, so they immediately commanded their subordinates to investigate and break through.

So when the people on the periphery descended from the roof to the bedroom terrace, they saw the two people in the bedroom holding hands, and instantly scolded people's hearts.

If you're okay, give it a squeak!

What is this for?

Where has Lin Qinghuan seen this battle, and he is not calm in an instant.

Rong Che held her in his arms, glanced at the people outside, and then gave them a command gesture to clear the danger and understand the retreat.

The walkie-talkie they carried with them also transmitted Song Yang's voice in real time: "What's the situation, report it." ”

"Safety."

Song Yang: "What about the target task?" ”

"The target person is safe."

Song Yang: "......"

While directing them to search all parts of the manor, he knocked on the door outside: "Still silent inside? ”

Lin Qinghuan: "Song Yang? ”

Rong Che nodded, and then said to the people outside: "Right away, you guys are busy first." ”

Song Yang: "......"

I'll you!

Lin Qinghuan was a little confused.

Rong Che carefully picked her up: "Let's go, go home." ”

Lin Qinghuan didn't know what was wrong, it was obviously a simple sentence that couldn't be simpler, but she couldn't help but want to cry.

Rong Che told her about the child again, and she was not in the mood to quarrel with him.

And the other side.

Hu Tianxiao and a pair of elites also successfully broke through the target area, but the building was already empty, and they found a little girl with pipes stuck all over her body in the room on the second floor, and a boy who was knocked unconscious to the ground.

Not far away, dozens of screens are connected to the study, and in the middle of the desk is a priceless black diamond, and the postcard next to it reads: To my dear daughter.

Raising his eyes and glancing at the computer screen in front of him, the monitoring system that had already shown no signal was playing in a loop, and every frame was Lin Qinghuan's influence data.

From toddler to slim.

And then there are the last few days.

The size and proportion of the photos are a little strange, almost every one of them has been cropped, and each one is only Lin Qinghuan.