There was still a distance from the parking lot to the waiting hall, about five or six hundred meters, and Shi He rushed into the rain like this, completely ignoring the downpour and getting wet. Give the power of the literature network

It was almost from head to toe, but after running for 100 meters, Shi He's clothes were all soaked, from the inside out.

But he didn't care, and ran into the waiting hall as fast as he could.

Because it was an international flight waiting hall, although it was already eight o'clock, there were still many passengers coming and going, and when they saw Shi He rushing in, they stopped and cast curious glances at him.

In the eyes of others, Shi He's face was anxious at this moment, as if he was crazy, but he was still handsome and handsome when he was soaked.

And his tall and sturdy figure makes many women can't help but take a few more looks, among which there are extraordinary eyes of appreciation and admiration.

"Xia Tong!" Shi He didn't pause for a moment, running to the service desk while looking for it in the waiting hall.

But the huge hall could not be seen for a while, so he still went to the front desk to ask, and the reception lady told him that there were no flights to New Zealand in this hour.

However, at half past eleven, there will be a direct flight to Auckland.

Shi He was overjoyed, and then turned around and continued to look for it, and on the way, he still dialed Xia Tong's mobile phone without giving up.

Maybe he called too much, Xia Tong finally answered the phone.

"Where are you!?" Shi He pinched his phone, for fear that she would hang up again, so he yelled, "Don't hang up the phone, where are you?!" ”

He strode forward, his eyes searching, and he had already found the business district of the airport from the departure hall.

He searched from house to house, not letting go of any corner.

Xia Tong was silent in the microphone and did not answer, Shi He's brows tightened, and he happened to be walking to the door of a coffee shop called "bluecoffe".

At a casual glance, he saw the familiar figure sitting at the window.

The coffee shop has floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and the woman sits against the window, she sits with her head bowed to her side, her long black hair covering her face, and she can't see her expression clearly at this moment.

The slender body was weak and couldn't help the wind, so I sat there quietly, like a fog, and it felt very ethereal, as if it was going to disappear at any time.

Shi He was shocked, he looked fixedly, his chest felt as if he had been hit hard by a punch, and his breathing instantly stagnated......

"Shi He?" Xia Tong held the phone, and suddenly couldn't hear the voice in the microphone, she raised her head slightly, her eyebrows furrowed, "Shi He?" ……”

She shouted twice, but when no one answered, she hung up the phone.

"Xia Tong ......" It was at the moment when she put down her mobile phone that a man's deep voice came from behind her.

Xia Tong was startled, subconsciously looked back, and found that Shi He had been standing behind her at some point.

He was soaking wet, his white shirt and trousers dripping down the carpet.

Hair, face, nowhere is the man dry, but even so, it does not look embarrassed.

On the contrary, it exuded a Ling Ran aura, which was shocking.

"Shi He......" Xia Tong's eyes widened and he stood up in surprise, "How could you ......?"

"Come with me!" Before she could finish her words, the man had already stepped forward.

He grabbed her wrist violently, and the force of his hand was not well controlled due to his eagerness, and the grip hurt.

Xia Tong frowned, raised his head and stared at the man's gloomy face: "Shi He, what are you going to do!?" It's cold