A contract, provoke a cold president

Tang Zong was still laughing at Song Eryi yesterday, saying that he had a serious tendency to be abused. He was stabbed in the chest first, then shot three times, and finally lay unconscious in the hospital.

Such a sturdy woman, I'm afraid only Song Eryi likes it, if it were him, she would have kicked her far away, out of sight and out of mind.

So, Cao Cao came to Tang's house today.

Jian Wenwen held a gun in his hand, and wrote directly on Tang Zong's forehead. He kept backing away, with an apologetic smile on his face.

"If you have something to say, be careful, bullets have no eyes, and I'm still so young, I haven't lived enough, you...you must be merciful."

Jian Winni was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, she kicked over the coffee table aggressively, the living room was in a mess, Wang Yiyi upstairs ran out of the room when she heard the sound, and rushed straight to the living room without thinking.

"Tell me! Where did you hide Zhuo Bei! Hand it over to me immediately!"

"Zhuo Bei?" Tang Zong said he was unfamiliar with this name, then shook his head blankly, "I don't know what you are talking about!"

Jian Winni became angry in an instant, and pulled the trigger, ready to kill him, "Tang Zong, do you really think I dare not shoot! Song Eryi is still in the hospital, do you want to sleep in the bed next to him too!"

Wang Yiyi rushed to stand in front of Tang Zong as if oiled on the soles of her feet, looking very nervous, "Susu, if Tang Zong did something, something you don't like, I apologize to you on his behalf, we have It’s okay to talk about it carefully, really don’t be impulsive, the children are at home.”

"Yiyi, it's none of your business, get out of the way!" Jian Winni pushed her aside rudely, and strode closer to Tang Zong.

"Yiyi, stand far away, and be careful not to hurt you. This is between me and her. Don't meddle in it." Tang Zong could feel that Jane Winnie had lost her mind, and he was really afraid of hurting Wang Yiyi. It's too late to regret.

Song Eryi had spoken a long time ago. If Jian Wenni didn't come back to him for a day, Zhuo Bei wouldn't let her out for a day. Even if he knew Zhuo Bei's basis, he wouldn't say it.

Choosing between betraying his brother and offending Jane Winnie, he would rather choose to offend Jane Winnie, after all, this is a good way for Jane Winnie.

The career of a female killer is not suitable for Jane Winnie at all. After all, she is a killing machine, and she can only obey, not disobey.

Now it's black and white, she and Zhuo Bei are wanted, they have already made too many enemies, if they can't wash their hands, there will be endless troubles.

He really wanted to save Jane Winnie from the sea of ​​suffering, the key was whether she was willing or not.

Wang Yiyi was standing beside her, anxious to death, but Tang Zong seemed very calm, "Tang Zong, what's going on, please tell me quickly."

Tang Zong gave her a reassuring smile, "It's okay, it's just a misunderstanding, I guess it was a quarrel with Song Eryi, there is no place to vent your grievances."

"Tang Zong, if you insist on not handing over Zhuo Bei, believe it or not, I will blow up the Tang family."

"Letter!" It's no longer the old Jane Winnie, how could he not know, even the man he loves most can be attacked, so what's the bombing of the Tang family.

If she can't get an answer, it is absolutely impossible for Jane Winnie to give up. She can sacrifice anything, as long as Zhuo Bei can come out.

"I'm asking you for the last time, Zhuo Bei, where is it!"

"She is safe." Tang Zong only answered four words.

Jane Winnie cried out frantically, fired a pistol at the chandelier in the living room, and then the loud booming sound spread out in the living room in an instant, scaring Wang Yiyi's back into a cold sweat.

"Tang Zong, I'm going to blow up your Tang family!"

In the Middle East, Mo Lanfeng was lying sickly in the courtyard, his once beautiful eyes were also blank at this moment, and he looked as if he was not angry at all.

Half a month has passed, and there is still no news from Zhuo Bei, and his illness has become more and more serious, and there is no improvement at all.

Ji Junjun sat down on the chair next to him without saying a word, and said lightly: "This really doesn't look like your character. Didn't it mean that you don't like Zhuo Bei? Now that there are fewer people making noise about you, why do you look unhappy?"

Mo Lanfeng's gaze was still blank, but the corners of his mouth moved slowly, "This has nothing to do with you."

Ji Junjun has always been a cold girl, but at this time she showed a wry smile, feeling sore in her heart, she didn't know what it was like.

How could it have nothing to do with her? I have been liking Mo Lanfeng for ten years. She has changed from a lively girl to a cold girl. Isn't it all for the sake of getting closer to Mo Lanfeng?

Even if I could say a word to him every time, I would be happy in my heart, but I still pretended not to care.

Of course she knew that Zhuo Bei was a very strong opponent, but she still didn't want her ten years of thought to go to waste.

Zhuo Bei vigorously pursued him, but she only dared to approach him silently.

Mo Lanfeng once said that he hates noisy girls, such as Zhuo Bei, so she turned into a gentle appearance, which made him like it.

Mo Lanfeng once said that he hates girls who throw themselves into his arms, such as Zhuo Bei, so she pretends everything, becomes aloof, keeps strangers away, and makes him like it.

To love someone is to become his favorite appearance, she has been working hard.

Perhaps she should be happy that Zhuo Bei disappeared, but Mo Lanfeng was sad. She knew very well that Zhuo Bei must have an important position in his heart, and she couldn't compare to it at all.

But, she didn't want to give up, she had worked so hard for so many years to become the best woman for Mo Lanfeng, to change everything for him, she just wanted to change him.

"Seeing how depressed you are now, people who don't know think you like Zhuo Bei."

"Shut up!" Mo Lanfeng yelled at Ji Junjun who was beside him in his usual indifferent voice, as if he was being told something was wrong, eager to cover up the truth of the matter.

Ji Junjun stared at him, smiled softly, seemed to be very mocking, "Hehe, I really don't understand your Mo Lanfeng, why is it so difficult for you to admit that you like it."

Suddenly, Mo Lanfeng got up and left the courtyard without looking back.

With his sickly appearance, he looked like Sister Lin who had fallen from the world. He didn't look like a man at all, but looked like a weak woman.

Everyone here knows that Mo Lanfeng is seriously ill, so the surroundings of his room are extremely quiet, there is no sound at all, for fear of affecting his illness, even Song Luxi, who loves the most excitement on weekdays, will not come now bother him.

He gently sat on the chair, and opened the bottom, very hidden drawer, which contained a small wooden box that had been around for a long time.

The crisp and sweet bell sounded melodiously the moment he opened the box.

It is a music box, with a lifelike little white rabbit standing in the center, with its eyes closed, it seems that everything is so beautiful, and then it rotates around the center point over and over again.

Zhuo Bei is a rabbit. This is the year when he first met her, he asked the royal craftsman to create her unique music box.

I wanted to give it to her, but in the end I kept it selfishly and engraved her name on it.

That year, he was ten years old and she was six years old.

She is the only daughter of the Earl's family, and he is the first heir to the Middle East royal family.

The white princess dress and that clean smile are things that he will never forget in his life. She was swinging on a swing, and her silver bell-like smile was deeply embedded in his heart.

Childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts, all the best words, are the best when applied to them. From elementary school, to junior high school, and even to high school, they will always be in the same school.

No matter how far the classrooms are, she will never tire. Sometimes, just to say a word to him, she has to run half of the school and climb the sixth floor to his classroom.

He was even used to having a sticky little tail always following behind him, calling him with a smile, Brother Feng.

Originally thought that all of this could continue to be so beautiful, but the reality is so cruel.

When his father first came to power, in order to stabilize his position, he did not hesitate to cultivate his own snobbery secretly, causing the royal family to complain. The Zhuo family can also be regarded as an old member of the royal family. Being eradicated one by one, the Zhuo family finally gave up their titles and withdrew from the power struggle of the royal family. In exchange, the Zhuo family was safe.

It is precisely because of this that for so many years, no matter how many times Zhuo Bei said he liked her, he would remain indifferent, and even deliberately told her that the person he liked was Ji Junjun's type.

It's not that I don't like it, it's that I can't like it!

He has even decided that Zhuo Bei is the person he wants to marry in this life, and even thought that they will hold a wedding when she becomes an adult, but he can't, because his father once said that the legacy of the Zhuo family will eventually become an obstacle to power, If he hadn't threatened him with his life, the Zhuo family would have died long ago!

Zhuo Bei wouldn't understand how hard he had been through all these years, when she was young, maybe in her eyes, everything was the most beautiful.

She is simple, innocent, and kind-hearted, so he can't help liking her.

Therefore, the best way to think about Zhuo Bei is not to love her and stay away from her.

He would rather be alone in this life and never marry, all he wants is for her to be safe.

At the bottom of the box is Zhuo Bei, photos one after another, from small to big, from her chubby appearance to her current appearance of a beauty, from her short hair to her waist-length hair now.

On the back of each one, he will write the words "i love you" in his own handwriting.

Fifty-two thousand and 13 sheets.

Knowing her for 22 years, this thick stack of photos is his silent miss in his life.

Since you can't love, then stay with her, from head to old age, and tell her in this life that company is the longest confession of love.

From the bottom of the box, Mo Lanfeng took out the hair that he had treasured for many years. It was a strand of hair that he had quietly cut off during Zhuo Bei's nap time. He was like holding a rare treasure, not daring to move.

In the end, there was a trace of sadness in his eyes, and his cheek was lightly attached to the hair that was being stroked, feeling more and more sad in his heart, and his nasal cavity was sore that he wanted to cry.