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The lines burned all the way, and there was a burst of cheers at the scene.

The models came out in sequence, and Carle stepped forward wearing the first set of looks. He looked ahead, but felt a bunch of eyes closely following him from the side.

He went backstage to fight a battle and changed his second outfit. He no longer received special treatment for this show. He was neither the opening lead nor the finale, but he had three looks to go. To some extent, he was recognized by the brand.

He stepped onto the runway again, and the flame lines on the ground were still burning hot, as if he had been following his gaze.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd at the corner of the stage. Carl saw a group of masked men rushing out from nowhere and throwing several black packages in various directions. The crowd screamed. Someone quickly reacted and stood up to go to the door. rushed out.

The dense smoke emitted from the black package was pungent and pungent. Everyone, including the models on the stage, couldn't help squatting down and coughing loudly, and Jiaer couldn't stop crying.

A thought flashed in my mind, MD!Actually encountered a legendary terrorist attack!

The other party chose a place with such a dense crowd and such a confined space, which must have been carefully planned.

The crowd was still struggling to rush out the door, and the antique and old buildings couldn't bear the sudden influx of people. In the chaos, some people fell down and were trampled on by others, screaming and screaming...

Through the thick fog, Jiaer saw a light blue figure squatting down on the side of the stage and moving towards him. He also stretched out his hand, trying to catch him quickly.

Jiaer squatted down on the runway, and saw a black package rolling to the place where the flames were burning not far away. A terrible thought flashed through his mind, before he could shout it out, he heard a huge explosion beside him It sounded, Jiaer's last impression before he passed out was a light blue figure rushing towards him and covering him...

It was like a very long dream. In the dream, Jiaer had been running in a desert, with the scorching sun above his head, and every step he took was deep in the sand. There seemed to be a companion beside him, but he couldn’t see the other’s face clearly. People sometimes exist, sometimes disappear for no reason, and then suddenly reappear... Jiaer was very tired from walking, feeling his body was burning, he hoped that his companion who often disappeared could bring him a pot of water when he came back, and But the other party didn't seem to understand what he said at all... He tried hard to see who it was, but there was only one outline, a familiar outline...

When Jiaer woke up, he felt as if he had been roasted by fire from the inside to the outside. With a hoarse voice, he could only utter one word, "Water."

Someone handed him a glass of water, Jiaer opened his eyes, and saw a face that couldn't possibly appear in front of him, Zhou Mingfei.

"No, I'm his wife."

Even though he was still not fully conscious, Jiaer was still stunned.

Carl glanced around to make sure he was still in Paris, at the hospital.

Zhou Mingfei remained silent, and only handed the water glass to Jiaer's lips. Jiaer took a sip, and countless questions filled his mind, "Why is Zhou Mingfei here? Where is Xia Zhixing? Where is he? Is he okay? What about myself?"

With so many questions, Jiaer only opened his mouth and didn't make any sound. He didn't know where to start for a moment.

Zhou Mingfei said lightly, "I came here when I saw the news."

Jia Er tried to raise his head, and found that he was wearing a hospital gown, and his left thigh was covered with bandages. His heart sank, "My leg?!"

"It's okay, it's just a mild burn, and the doctor has already treated it." Zhou Mingfei's comforting tone made Jiaer very uncomfortable.

"How long have I been out?" Carl asked.

"Maybe more than 20 hours. When I came, you had already slept for more than ten hours." Zhou Mingfei said.

"Xia... where's my manager?" Jiaer only cared about this right now.

"He is more serious than you. He has extensive burns on his back and legs and needs surgery." Zhou Mingfei looked at the time. "The surgery should be almost over."

Zhou Mingfei's tone was extremely cold, as if this was news that he was extremely reluctant to say but had to tell Jiaer.

Carl struggled to get up, "I'm going to see him."

Zhou Mingfei held him down and shouted angrily, "There are doctors and nurses who will take care of him, can you take care of yourself first?!"

Jiaer was stunned, staring at Zhou Mingfei and asked softly, "Why do you arrange what I should do?"

Zhou Mingfei also froze, and the hand holding Jiaer gradually softened.

Jiaer rings the bell to call the nurse, asks about Xia Zhixing's situation, asks the nurse to find a wheelchair, and waits for him outside the operating room.

Standing aside, Zhou Mingfei's face was ashen all the time. When the nurse found the wheelchair, Zhou Mingfei picked up Jiaer, put him gently on the wheelchair, and said, "I'll push you there."

Jiaer stopped talking, Zhou Mingfei pushed him all the way to the operating room, and saw that the other models who came to Paris together this time were also there, they saw Jiaer, and then saw Zhou Mingfei behind him, they looked at each other, momentarily Didn't understand what was going on.

Among the group of people, Jiaer found a woman among them, with a look of anxiety written all over her face. When the woman saw Jiaer in the wheelchair, she stood up and walked over, saying, "Are you Jiaer? Tell me, what happened then?"

"At that time... terrorists attacked and threw gas bombs, and then one rolled onto the runway, and there was fire on the runway, and the gas bombs exploded when it caught fire..." Jia Er tried his best to describe clearly.

"Why did you hurt like this? He was in the stands! You were injured less than him on the stage." The woman was puzzled, her voice full of doubts.

"He is...to save me." Jiaer met the other party's gaze and said softly.

The woman looked at Jiaer with anger, and Jiaer also had doubts in his heart. He asked tentatively, "Are you also Xia Zhixing's friend?"

The other party's eyes were full of meaning, he paused for a second, and said word by word, "No, I am his wife."

Jia Er froze, recovered after three seconds, suppressed the shock in his heart, tried his best to maintain calm, but his hands began to tremble unconsciously.

He heard the other person say, "You can call me Rachel." But he didn't know how to respond.

At this time, he couldn't see that Zhou Mingfei behind him opened his mouth faintly, leaned down and said to Jiaer, "Jiaer, let's go back to the ward. There are so many people here who care about Xia Zhixing, and you are one of them."

"No," Jiaer said with a cold voice, "Here he is, because of my injury, I won't leave anyway."

Then he turned his head and said to Zhou Mingfei, "If you don't want to be here, you can go back and rest first."

Zhou Mingfei seemed to be stunned for a moment, but he didn't leave, and waited at the door of the operating room with a sigh of relief.

Finally, when the operating room lights came on and the door opened, the doctors and nurses pushed Xia Zhixing, who was still in a coma under anesthesia, out. Jiaer saw Xia Zhixing lying prone on the operating bed, and he guessed that his back must be seriously injured. He couldn't see Xia Zhixing. Zhixing's face, I glanced at it but couldn't help it anymore, and cried out loudly.

Rachel followed closely beside the operating bed, all the way back to Xia Zhixing's ward, and was in the same room with Jiaer. Only then did Jiaer realize that this ward was full of people who were injured by the bomb that night, and there were two of them. An unknown model, and an audience.

Together with several model companions, the nurse placed Xia Zhixing on the hospital bed very carefully. Xia Zhixing couldn't lie on his back for a long time. The back injury required a long healing period, and the hospital bed was also specially designed. Jiaer Looking at this normally unrestrained person lying unconscious on the bed at this moment, all this is because of saving him, the guilt and distress in my heart can't be added.

And when he saw Rachel, who was also written with distress and concern beside the hospital bed, Jiaer felt inexplicably sad and a trace of unspeakable anger.

He really wanted Xia Zhixing to wake up quickly, and he wished he could immediately ask him harshly, "Why didn't you tell me that you were married?!"

All of this was seen by Zhou Mingfei. He saw the news at his home in Shanghai and rushed to the airport without packing his luggage. Only caring about another person, he found that Jiaer could no longer see him.

On the way to the hospital from the Paris airport, news from Qingyun came one after another. Yiyi witnessed the terrorist attack and explosion at the scene, and knowing that Jiaer was seriously injured, Zhou Mingfei panicked when he saw the news.

He didn't know how Jiaer's injury was and how serious it was, so he had countless thoughts and preconceptions in his mind. He found that his inexplicable anger towards Jiaer had all disappeared from the moment he saw the news of the attack. He just wanted to see this person quickly, hug him tightly like before, he wanted to see Jiaer well, and he couldn't care about anything else.

But at this moment, the person who made him worry and fear was only focused on others. Zhou Mingfei felt that he was going to explode, and saw that Jia Er was hurting a leg, but he couldn't say a word of cruelty, so he just let everything go smoothly. According to Jiaer's wish, if he wants to watch Xia Zhixing for surgery, then push him; if he wants to stay in front of the hospital bed, then accompany him.

Jiaer looked at Zhou Mingfei with mixed feelings in his heart.The person in front of him who was busy looking after him not long ago rubbed his care, dignity, and love with his hands on the ground, and let him go away like throwing a rag, denying their past. Everything... Jiaer didn't know what attitude he should take to face Zhou Mingfei, he chose to face this person and do nothing.

Xia Zhixing finally woke up, turned his face sideways and opened his eyes, vaguely saw a circle of people around, brought them over