C63 (1/2)

”So long to pick it up?” There was a little anger in the coldness, and a voice came from the microphone.

Yan qingoak did not expect that this strong and dangerous man in the past was the same to her.

Also did not have much nonsense, he opened a mouth directly, the tone is full of urgency, ”Lan Lan was taken away by the people of the police station, you hurry to save her!”

As soon as the voice dropped, the other end of the phone was suddenly hung up.

You don't have to know the speed of the man's action.

On the white Bentley, Ling Ji smokes a cigarette and throws the cigarette end away.

His eyes were staring out of the window, his face indifferently asked, ”where's the boy Bai Yuhan?”

He had ordered before, let him help to look at blue Lan's, the result, at present had such a big matter, that boy's side unexpectedly did not have any movement.

Shuk heard the tone of the president's mouth, and turned his head in a hurry. The man behind him carefully replied, ”I was called back by the old man of the white family.”

”Oh?” Ling Ji cold voice a hum, eyebrows slightly wrung, for a long time did not hear people mention such a name in front of him, ”continue to say.”

”I think he contacted you too much Just... ”

Listening to his bad tone, Shuk drove with a high concentration and carefully replied.

”Well, for such a long time, he is the same as before.” He sneered, took a lighter out of his pocket and lit a cigarette again, but this time he didn't intend to smoke. Instead, he stuck it on his fingertips and smelled the nicotine.

”Yes, all these years.” Schuck echoed, and his thoughts drifted away many years ago.

For the sake of that woman, the president was beaten by the old master Ling and his whole body was covered with blood, which really shocked him.

”Stop.” The man in the back seat of the car suddenly opened his mouth, and his eyes glanced into the distance. On the grass, there was a bunch of small yellow flowers which could not be named.

The door was opened by a pair of powerful hands, and the hand-made high-grade leather shoes stepped down from the car.

Shuk quickly got out of the car and followed him, not sure what he wanted to do.

Ling Ji wrapped the little yellow flower with a handkerchief, gently forced it off, put it on the tip of his nose, and then went to the next place, repeating the same action. After a while, the hand already held a small yellow flower.

She plucked a green grass leaf and recalled the way she stood in the breeze, weaving a wreath for him. Her fingers were twining. He had only seen her weave it once, but he didn't expect that there was a similar one made by a model.

”Good looking?” He spoke faintly, as if without asking people around him.

”Good looking.” Shuk didn't know whether he was asking himself or answering himself. He couldn't figure out for a moment, so he responded in a low voice.

In his memory, the appearance of the little girl was blurred. He only vaguely felt that if she could grow up, she should have some slight imagination with his wife.

Holding the wreath tightly, Ling Ji walked back to the car again and motioned for Shuke to turn the car around.

”President, didn't we go to the central police station to save Madame?”

Shuk was not sure about the meaning of his descendants for a moment. He trembled and asked in a low voice. He didn't hear the answer for a long time, so he shrank his neck and didn't dare to speak again.

Bentley turned around and headed for the road he had avoided for a long time.

Under the Kasai bridge, on both sides of the river, there was a circle of fishermen.

Ling Ji stood on the bridge, overlooking the people below, indifferent. The bunch of small yellow flowers clenched in the hand trembled in the breeze.

As if afraid that they would be cold, he stretched out his warm palm and slowly comforted him. After a long time, he spoke faintly, ”it's the same river, and I don't know if you will receive it.”

With that, throw them down.