A Long Way to Marriage: Sweet New Wife Loves Not Enough

The smile on Rong Che's lips froze slightly, and Lin Qinghuan's whisper stopped abruptly.

There are only the two of them and the little African boy named Hamo in this manor. During the two days they lived here, no one came to bother them. Rong Che also saw the surrounding environment in private. A typical African village, nothing out of the ordinary.

In addition, Song Licheng has never shown up.

For such a long time, Rong Che didn't know what he wanted to do.

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

Not long after, Ha Mo opened the door and came in. When he looked at the two of them, there was panic and nervousness in his clear eyes, but when his eyes fell on them, he felt a little relieved.

Lin Qinghuan: "..."

At the beginning, 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 under the pressure of life, she took up the responsibility of life early.

But now.

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

Rong Che was the same as before, his brows were involuntarily twitched, and there was some doubt in his tone: "What's wrong?"

Hamo was a little embarrassed, opened his mouth, hesitated to speak for a while, and then said slowly: "The satellite TV said that it will rain tonight, and I suddenly thought... the skylight in the attic seems to be open, so I came up have a look."

Rong Che: "..."

Lazily raised the corners of her lips, and after a smirk, she replied slowly: "Well, then go get busy."

But Harmo didn't leave.

Standing a little awkwardly at the door, the hand holding the doorknob was also extremely restless. Lin Qinghuan was still on Rong Che's body, with her arms around his neck, her posture was a little ambiguous.

"Any thing else?"

Rong Che asked him in English.

Hamo hesitated, but finally said: "It's very late, you go back to your room to rest, otherwise it will be very cold when it rains."

Rong Che: "..."

It seemed that he was still worried about Lin Qinghuan after all.

but……

Care and love in this way, but it is difficult to make people feel warm.

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

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

"Be careful." A child, Rong Che would not be too harsh on him, so he helped him when he came down, but Ha Mo hurriedly avoided.

Rong Che was a little surprised, and frowned, with some incomprehension in his eyes.

After a while, Hamo slowly said, "The wound on my arm is still not healed. You just touched it, and it hurts."

Rong Che didn't say anything.

It was only after Lin Qinghuan settled down and went back to his room to sleep that he went to find him with disinfectant and medical bandages.

In the past, Harmo was alone dealing with the wound on his arm.

He can do simple bandages, but there is no medicine, hemostasis and healing are very slow, and the weather in Africa is hot, the wound is already a little inflamed.

Rong Che was not in a hurry, and looked aside for a while with his arms around his shoulders.

There is also surveillance in his room, but there is only one, and a satellite phone is placed next to the needle, probably for the convenience of contact.

As for bugs and listening devices, they are probably also essential.

others……

It's nothing.

These are some very routine monitoring methods.

He has been silent since he came in. Hamo has been curious about what he wants to do, but he dare not ask easily. He stopped what he was doing, stared at him for a long time, and then said: "You look for me, What's matter?"

Only then did Rong Che come back to his senses.

Mann raised the corners of his lips, and his tone was as easy-going as ever: "It's nothing, come here to help you treat the wound."

Hamo didn't dare to move, he stood where he was, and didn't know whether he should refuse.

Rong Che didn't mind, so he went straight to him after he finished speaking, and sat on his bed, putting aside all the things he would use later, raised his arm, stared at the wound for a while, and said: "If you don't deal with it properly If you don't, your arm will be useless."

Harmo: "..."

He was silent and didn't know how to answer.

Rong Che: "How did you get hurt?"

He was silent for a long time before opening his mouth cautiously: "Steal other people's things and get beaten."

This kind of thing is also very common in chaotic countries and regions. Although it is very inappropriate, people can do anything in order to survive.

Rong Che didn't want to comment on his behavior, but felt... If there was a better living environment, maybe he would feel more at ease when he accused them of doing something wrong.

of course.

"It's wrong to steal other people's things, don't do it next time."

Harmo: "I know."

He nodded, and then concentrated on bandaging his wound.

After a while, I slowly said again: "How is your sister? Is the injury better?"

"I do not know."

Rong Che frowned: "Didn't you ask?"

Hammer: "He didn't ask me to ask, he just told me that he would take good care of my sister."

Rong Che: "Oh..."

Man lightly chuckled, and said nothing else.

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

Rong Che shook his head, then wrapped the medical bandage in his hand bit by bit around his wound, tied it in a knot, and then said again: "No, I just thought you might ask him, after all Mr. Song is not the kind of person who is completely unreasonable."

Harmo: "Song?"

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

Hamo: "..." Dazed, he hesitated for a long time before opening his mouth: "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. It's not surprising."

After that, I won't say anything else.

When she returned to the bedroom, Lin Qinghuan had already fallen asleep, curled up like a child, her brows were slightly wrinkled, and she was sleeping extremely restlessly.

Rong Che leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, she tightened her brows reflexively, and then said to herself, "My husband..."

"kindness."

"Shall we go home?"

Rong Che: "..."

The calloused fingertips landed between her brows, stroking carelessly, trying to smooth the ups and downs between her brows little by little.

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

But only for a moment.

Soon, it returned to normal.

He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips, and said in a low voice, "Be good, maybe...we can go home after dawn."

The corners of Lin Qinghuan's mouth twitched casually, and she lay her head sideways in the palm of his hand, her soft lips pressed against the pulp of his thumb, gentle and long.

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Throughout the night, Rong Che just leaned against the bed.

It was probably because when he was too comfortable with her, it was easy to let down his vigilance. When the darkness in front of the window slowly turned golden, Rong Che closed his eyes for a while.

Lin Qinghuan was tightly protected in his arms, not leaving for a moment.

"Allow……"

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

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

"Did something happen?"

Lin Qinghuan was still very scared.

Rong Che repeatedly shook his head to comfort her: "No, there's nothing, just lie down and get up later."

As he said that, he pressed Lin Qinghuan back into the bed again.

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

Rong Che: "..."

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

However, the outsiders didn't know what was going on inside, they thought that something had happened to Rong Che and the others, and immediately ordered their subordinates to investigate the breakthrough.

Therefore, when the people on the outside quickly descended from the roof to the balcony of the bedroom, and saw the two people in the bedroom holding hands, they were almost ready to curse.

If you're okay, give me a squeak!

What is this for?

Lin Qinghuan had never seen such a battle before, and she was not calm for a moment.

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

Song Yang's voice came from the walkie-talkie they carried with them in real time: "What's going on, please report."

"Safety."

Song Yang: "What about the target task?"

"Target is safe."

Song Yang: "..."

While directing them to search all over 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: "Immediately, you guys do your work first."

Song Yang: "..."

I can go to yours!

Lin Qinghuan was a little confused.

Rong Che carefully lifted her up from the bed: "Let's go, go home."

Lin Qinghuan didn't know what was wrong, although it was an extremely simple sentence, she couldn't help but want to cry.

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

And the other side.

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

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

He raised his eyes and glanced at the computer screen in front of him. It had already shown that it was playing in a loop under the monitoring system with no signal, and every frame was Lin Qinghuan's influence data.

From toddler to slim.

Then there are the last few days.

The size ratio of the photos is a bit strange, almost every one has been cropped, and every one is Lin Qinghuan alone.