……

Just when Jian Junxi was about to explain something to Wen Hao......

Lin Yiyi ran to the door of the rooftop and shouted: "Snow ......"

"There are outsiders!" Yang Hui covered her mouth in time.

Jian Junxi and Wen Hao turned around at the same time, and saw that Lin Yiyi couldn't cry anymore and wanted to run over, but was tightly pulled by Yang Hui.

"Take care of Nangong Jing and Qin Li, talk to Yan Rongliang, take revenge second, and protect my parents!

The president's words can only represent him personally, there are undercover agents in them, it is impossible for those people to let me go, you must end it as soon as possible and leave here with my parents! ”

Jian Junxi hurriedly explained, turned around and walked to the cabin door.

"Jian Junxi......" Lin Yiyi let out a thunderous call, which resounded in the sky.

Jian Junxi's footsteps were stunned, his clenched hands loosened and clenched, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he didn't dare to turn back.

Life and death break the heart, the pain is hard to collect in the eyes, and the heartache is like a knife, endless......

"You have to go home...... Did you hear that...... Mom and Dad will always be waiting for you at home...... Woowoo...... Did you hear that......"

Lin Yiyi let out a terrible cry, like a mother beast in a desperate situation, not worried about her child, her painful cry, the voice was heart-wrenching, and the voice made Ruan Ji despair.

Yang Hui grabbed her arm, tears kept scratching out of her eyes, and even her pores were mourning and sobbing.

Hearing this, Abu and Ji Zhong in the cabin couldn't help but redden, Wen Hao didn't overdo it......

Jian Junxi was still resolute, and his steps were like a thousand gold, and he waved his hand as he walked into the cabin......

"Cher...... You must be safe...... Woo woo woo ......" Looking at the back of her desperate boarding, Lin Yiyi covered her lips and was grief-stricken......

Tears shed thousands of lines, I only hope she can return safely......

As the plane took off, a continuous drizzle suddenly fell in the dark night sky.

Like a bead of fog, like a cow's hair, hitting the skin, so cold, so desolate, as if God was also sad, weeping for her grief......

"Cher...... Don't you forget...... Mom and Dad will always be here for you...... Waiting for you to get home...... Woowoo woo ......"

Lin Yiyi didn't know whether to cry towards the plane or the gray sky, crying until she couldn't breathe, and completely fainted in Yang Hui's arms.

Yang Hui hugged her with tears like a fountain, looked at the plane that gradually disappeared into the night sky, choked up and prayed: "Master Jiang, Weiwei, if you have a spirit in the sky, you must bless Xue'er to go home safely!"

All mistakes are our fault, as long as the child is safe, we can do anything...... Woowoo woo ......."

Wen Hao stood not far away and heard it, as if thousands of devil's claws were scratching fiercely in his heart, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

on the plane

Jian Junxi glared at the machine and glanced at five experts, four men and one woman, all wearing black down overalls.

The eldest of the four men looked to be in his fifties, and the youngest was in his thirties, each with a pair of glasses on his face.

The woman looked to be in her early twenties, with eyes like shooting stars and a smart eye.

The face depicted with light makeup looks delicate and refined, with a sense of arrogance, which makes people dare not despise it at first glance.

After the five people saw her, their expressionless faces stiffened slightly, and a young man and a woman stood up abruptly, nodding and calling, "Xiye is so ......"

The other three older men just nodded slightly.

If you count by generation, they can be his father and grandfather, and they can't call them such names.

(End of chapter)