Chapter 443 (2/2)
Mu Zi Nan looked at Ai Qian's pale face, his dark eyes tingled.
After all---
He can't continue to hide what he has been hiding
”Shallow.”
Mu Zi Nan gently called her name, just like they used to, clenched hands, gently fell on her shoulder, want to give her strength.
AI shallow cold look at him, no response.
Mu Zi Nan's eyes trembled slightly, holding AI Qian Qian's shoulder, he made more efforts, and said slowly in a heavy voice,
”You have to be prepared.”
Psychological preparation
It's psychological preparation.
Instant---
AI Qianqian only felt a burst of biting cold all over her body, fragmentary eroding her skin.
Indifferent eyes to the cold night outside the window, a stabbing pain.
……
Then AI Qian turned his head, looked at mu Zinan more alienated, loosened his clenched lips and asked him coldly,
”With the cold air coming from Siberia, the whole country suddenly cooled down and entered the cold winter ahead of time.
prepare in mind?
Muzinan, what kind of psychological preparation should I have to meet this winter? Don't you think it's a little late? ”
AI's distant eyes were cold.
Mu Zi Nan holds the palm of AI Qian Qian's shoulder tightly and shakes fiercely, but he can't say a word to refute her.
Slowly, Mu Zi Nan released AI Qian.
He handed AI Qianqian the black file bag on the other side and leaned heavily into the driver's seat, with a dispirited tone,
”Look at this first.”
……
Under the dim lights---
AI Qianqian looked at the black file bag in his hand and opened it with uncontrollable shaking.
When AI Qianqian saw the things in the file bag at first sight---
He raised his hand and covered his mouth tightly!
Hard to suppress in the eyes of the tears, but can no longer resist!
All of a sudden, I burst into tears!
Click---
He smashed the first piece of paper full of black words and wetted the top two black words,
”Posthumous letter”!
In the narrow closed carriage, the weeping sound of death and depression spread out in the dark and shivering night.
It's like a rose in full bloom in front of the grave. It's windy and rainy. The broken petals are spinning and withering in the desperate and desolate world
……
Italy.
In the dark fire laboratory, Vernon Ji has awakened.
That handsome cheek, but not a trace of blood, just like in the most piercing winter frozen in general, swallowed all the arrogant edge of Vernon Ji.
Slowly, Vernon Ji's eyelids opened, and he saw a group of people standing in front of his bed.
There are Ji Zefeng, Gu Yimi, the boss, Xiao Miaomiao and Mo Li.
Bai Xue, who has not recovered well, has been flying for a long time. Just after seeing Vernon Ji, she is sent back to his room by her boss to have a rest.
Gu Yimi tightly holds Vernon Ji's cold palm, and in his gentle eyebrows, there is a pain in his heart.
If she can, she really hopes that she can take the place of her little son to bear such a painful illness.
Ji Tianmiao also changed his usual noisy and domineering, quietly lying beside Ji Tianqi's bed, always laughing strangely and evil little face, also stained by sadness.
……
Seeing Vernon Ji wake up, everyone is excited.
Gu Yimi even can't help shaking his body, but he is firmly held by Ji Zefeng.
Ji Tianmiao's eyes were hurt, and suddenly he was surprised, but he was so excited that he deliberately lowered his voice and called to him,
”Little brother!”