The bedroom door was gently pushed open again.

Although the little woman who stood up gently from the recliner looked calm and calm, her slightly trembling wrists and slightly red eyes still revealed her emotions.

"Are you okay?"

Gu Jingsheng stared at her deeply, very deep, then smiled faintly, nodded and said, "...yes."

"There is something in the hall. I want to rush over and deal with it now," he explained softly, slowly spreading his arms to her side, facing her soft but slightly short-spunk face, and instructed softly, "You are at home... stay with your baby, don't go out. I promise to come back before 11 o'clock, okay?"

She trembled with her long eyelashes, then nodded, very slowly and well-behaved.

Gu Jingsheng smiled slightly, couldn't help but gently hold her hair, bowed her head, and slowly put a kiss on her forehead.

In this way, it is eternal diagnosis.

He got up, walked out to get his cell phone jacket and keys, looked at her for the last time, and went out.

The moment the door was gently closed, Lin Yitong felt a silent pain in her heart, her eyes were slightly wet and hot, and the warmth of the belly that had been warmed by him was still there. She sat quietly for a while, but had to get up, open the bedroom door and walk into the living room, where the phone was hanging quietly. She walked over, held it for a while, and dialed Lu Qing's phone number.

Lu Qing picked it up and patiently continued to tempt her and finished speaking.

Because she knew that she was disgusted with this matter and was unwilling to do so. No matter how righteous she went, it would not be easy for her to betray Gu Jingsheng's news and route.

This made him even more curious, wanting to know how Hosran forced her to obey so much.

"That's it? Did he go out? Did he say where he went?" Lu Qing tried hard to put his tone to the lightest and asked her.

The slim man shook his head and gently shook his head, "No."

"Tongtong," Lu Qing said softly, "You don't have to hide it."

"I didn't hear it clearly." Her voice was dry, but she was firm and not afraid.

"...Okay." Lu Qing agreed, "The specific details can't be explained clearly on the phone. I'm here now, and you will come down when you hear the sound of the horn. Can we have an interview?"

She didn't speak for a long time.

"Tongtong," Lu Qing shouted, "Are you scared?"

The tiny man seemed to react in an instant, and his pale face rose with a smile and said in a low voice: "No."

"I'm not afraid at all," she smiled, the tiny water light flashed like stars in her eyes. She recalled everything Gu Jingsheng said to her in the past two days, and also recalled the promise she received after competing with Huo Siran with all her dignity. "Jing Sheng did not do anything that hurts the world. Even if you want to investigate, you have to monitor the whole process...what is scary?"

This is also the reason why she felt that the ending was not afraid of at all even if she was threatened.

Lu Qing was silent for a long time.

"We'll see you later." He finished this in a gentle tone and soothing manner, and hung up the phone gently.

The slim man hung up the phone and sat down, and posted on the sofa for more than ten minutes. His current situation made her have no goal except to ensure that Gu Jingsheng is fine... She didn't know what to do next, what should the child who was still in her belly do... No one cared about these.

The only person who cares about these is Gu Jingsheng.

She clearly remembered that when she came to see him on the bus that day, the almost ecstatic expression on his face, as if the small reflection in his pupils was everything about him.

He cared so much about the baby in her belly who had not yet formed.

He cared so much.

This perception made her smile gradually, and her eyes became wet as she smiled, and she was unconsciously compared to the figure that appeared the most times on the alarm clock. But some people... cannot think about it, and when they think about it, their hearts and lungs will be suffocated and their hearts and lungs will be broken.

"Drip—Drip—"

The horn sounded outside.

It was probably Lu Qing who came.

The slim figure stood up, opened the door, walked out, and there were more than twenty steps downstairs. The first thing she saw was the high beam, which made people's eyes blurry and shine, and they couldn't see clearly what was inside the car.

He raised his little hand, gently blocked the light in front of him, and stood there motionless.

The light finally went out, and her little hand slowly lowered. She thought she would see Lu Qing's friendly smiling face, but she didn't expect that the figure sitting in the Hummer was like a knife and axe, deep and indifferent, especially the deep-concave eyes and white thin lips further showed her emotions at the moment. His sudden appearance almost shocked Lin Yitong, and the blood on her little face almost faded away.

The light went out, and Hosran sat in the car, staring at her with a cigarette for a long time, and finally opened the door and got out of the car.

The black military boots tapped on the ground and made a sound, still looking solemn and stern. He slowly walked to her and spoke, "Are you talking here or going to the car?"

The slim figure's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his head, trying hard to pretend to be calm and fearless, which made people feel a little distressed when they looked at it, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Where is Commander Lu?"

Hosran remained silent.

Now, she didn't have to guess what was going on. There are always too many ways for Hosran to achieve the goal he wanted.

With her lips curled, she was so tactful that she didn't ask any questions, and walked around him and headed towards the Hummer.

When Huo Siran got into the car, the cigarette in his hand was still igniting. He had just taken a sip from his mouth, but his eyes swept over her lower abdomen and moved away coldly. He threw the cigarette butt under his feet and stepped on it with military boots.

"What's the name of the person who called him?"

"Sir Zhong..." she replied softly, "Maybe it is the director..."

"Didn't you say where to go?"

"I have said it, but I haven't heard it clearly..." She looked out the window and explained, "Maybe it's just an ordinary colleague. He just arrived at the Public Security Bureau and there are always many relationships that need to be connected."

Hosran scoffed at her explanation and sneered: "Breaking up the relationship...is so important that you can leave you at night?"

Lin Yitong's little face as big as a palm turned pale, and she also sat gently and turned her head to look at him: "Or what do you think, I am in his heart, maybe not as important as you think."

"Is it important or not," Hosran sneered even more, putting his hand on her backrest, "You know how you value him, and why do you think he would look down on you so much?"

"..." She had no explanation.

If you continue to argue like this, it will only be fruitless.

It will also make the heart ache, and the cold light in his eyes can hurt her anytime and anywhere.

"..." Lin Yitong closed her eyes gently, and she felt tired and murmured in a hoarse voice, "You ask...what else is there, keep asking... Anyway, you have the power to kill, I can only say what I know..." She chuckled, "But you will know, my guess will be correct... He has never killed anyone... You can't catch him and harm him..."

Hosran's eyes were bloodshot, and his cold eyes stared at the little woman in the seat, and said in a sneer and hoarse voice: "You are provoking me because you have a child in your stomach. I guess what I dare not do to you now?"

The slender figure trembled and curled up for a while, lying on his side, clenched his hands slowly, feeling the coldness spread throughout his body.

Haha... But what can I do? She was not without children before. He still knew what he should do. Now he is afraid, what's the use? Anyway, she can't escape, so she just let everything happen...

The white little mouth was pursed, like a little lamb frozen by the heavy snow in winter, waiting silently for the arrival of death.

It took a long time, and it was as if I was asleep.

Hosran reached out to touch her pale face. She shook for a moment and took it on her own until she felt his harmlessness and the warmth of her palm.

That warm feeling, from the face, to the neck, to the warm shoulders and the tight back.

Finally, her big hand tightened her waist and straightened her up. Before she could open her eyes, the male aura with a strong tobacco smell was suppressed, blocking her lips tightly. She felt uncomfortable immediately. She took a deep breath to relieve her strength and pushed him away, but it was futile. He held her little hand tightly with her big hand and spread it aside, hugged her waist tightly, and tightly blocked her lips from bottom to top, stirring the fragrance in her teeth to the earth, and couldn't avoid it at all. He was so savored every trace of the smell, and he also stained all his breath.

She was about to open her eyes to look at him, and Hosran kissed her again, making her dizzy enough to see his emotions and expressions at the moment.

I can't figure it out clearly what he was thinking.

"It's the result you want, and I have no choice," the tiny man's red lips were slightly swollen, and he had no ability to resist, so he smiled bitterly, warning him, "So, please leave before 11 o'clock..."

Jing Sheng said that he would come back before 11 o'clock.

Huo Siran smiled thickly, pinched her waist tightly and covered her again, kissed her, rubbed her, and had a more force, as if she wanted to tear her apart.

This desperate entanglement is like a fight between wild animals or a merciless bite, it doesn't matter... What's important is that no one knows that this is the last "warmth" between them. If this can barely be considered a warmth.

An unprecedented storm was brewing in the ink night sky of Kyoto, like a thunder dormant in the grass, and it would eventually be in the gap where everyone could not hide their ears, in the darkness hidden in the dawn that would never come... a blast...

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"Martial artery, chemical medicine, biological agent..." The waves rolled and rushed over and then retreated. A man in a black coat stood on the woodcut stone. He narrowed his eyes and held the cigarette in his hand to slow down his voice, "This is only a small part of the early stage, and the large batches are still behind... Look, all our approval documents will no longer be a problem. Even large private enterprises that launder money have found......Tomorrow's escort, do you go with me?"

"I remember telling you that I want to see the person above directly," another tall man turned to him, with a smile on his lips, "I don't have to discuss some words and some things with you."

The man raised his eyebrows and smiled roughly. He wanted to smoke, but found that the sea breeze and humid water vapor had wet the cigarette butts.

"Jing Sheng, how many times do you want me to say it? My attitude represents the attitude of the "bee group" organization in F Country. What else do you want to say?" The man was aggressive and smiled deeply. "Do you want to ask, besides doing these, do you have any other way out?"

"I was not willing to do that thing back then," Gu Jingsheng said softly, calm and calm, "If you want to use it as a threat, you can. But what other ways are there besides doing these things?"

As long as you don't point the gun at your own people and ask him to do something else at will, it's not impossible.

The man smiled, and looked bloody under the faint moonlight sea, and then he spit out two words indifferently, "No, there."

After saying that, he took out the loaded gun from his black coat pocket and met his forehead.

"Aren't you always afraid of nothing and wanting to die? I'll give you my best wishes, die, or go to the delivery address I designated for you on time tomorrow, and you choose." The man said easily.

The black muzzle leads to another world.

At this moment, Gu Jingsheng really had everything in his mind. The sound of waves seemed to take everything away. Death by the sea might be more open-minded and comfortable than dying anywhere. However, the last picture flashed in his mind was that sunny spring day. A slender figure got off the bus, wearing a white dress wrapped in a fiery red scarf, appeared in his vision.

He walked over slowly, raised his hand and gently held the muzzle. Behind the muzzle, his smile was desperate and calm.
Chapter completed!