"I can do it! Team he, you have to tell fengxuelan that I won't break my promise from Qinghui!"
Leaving Qinghui, he Yaoshi doesn't know whether he should tell fengxuelan his words or not.
Sometimes the cruelest thing for a person is not complete despair, but a glimmer of hope.
He Yaoshi experienced heartbreaking parting. The people he cherished most in his life left him and their son. Every time in the dead of night, he Yaoshi has to endure the pain of anxiety, because there is still a little hope in his heart. Maybe the woman can come back to him, maybe their family can be as happy as ever
Such hope is too painful.
Perhaps, he should let Feng Xuelan break her expectation for Zong Mingzhe and let her get rid of this misfortune. After all, Feng Xuelan is still so young. The relationship between her and Zong Mingzhe... May be diluted by time and smoothed by years
How to choose?
He Yaoshi's heart is tangled.
He is a commander, indecision is a commander's taboo, but in the face of this matter, he Yaoshi still had to weigh the pros and cons again and again, and had to be treated with great caution.
Finally, he made up his mind.
He would rather be a bad man, would rather betray his commitment to Li Qinghui, would rather break Feng Xuelan's heart with lies, and then forcibly break all the relationship between her and Zong Mingzhe. Let her despair, let her give up, and then find a way to let her start her own life again
He Yaoshi knows that this must be what Zong Mingzhe wants to see.
Zong Mingzhe must not want his beloved woman to suffer for him. He must want Feng Xuelan to regain happiness and spend his life with a smile.
He took a deep breath and clenched his teeth. He Yaoshi pushed open the iron door.
However, to his surprise.
He didn't see the wind and snow.
Behind the iron door and in front of the glass wall, there is only a delicate pen lying on the ground
He Yaoshi walked over and picked up the pen. He remembered what Zong Mingzhe had told him.
"Team he, do you think it's silly for me to give my girlfriend a pen? Probably no one writes love letters these days?"
At that time, Zong Mingzhe had a rare smile on his face.
"Then let her write for you! After ten or twenty years, it must be very different to look at what she wrote when she was young." he Yaoshi thought that if the woman he loved deeply could leave him a few words, it might also reduce the pain in his heart.
Looking at the pen in his hand, he looked up at Zong Mingzhe lying on the glass wall. He Yaoshi's heart was like being crushed by someone.
However, the next second, reason returned to he Yaoshi's mind. He suddenly realized that why did fengxuelan leave such an important thing here?
He Yaoshi rushed out of the intensive care unit and shouted at Qin huhao, who was still wiping tears, "don't cry! Go find fengxuelan quickly!"
Qin huhao was stunned when he heard the speech. Then he realized that Feng Xuelan was not in the intensive care unit, and immediately thought of the worst result!
That silly girl can't think of doing stupid things!
They immediately looked separately, but they didn't find the trace of wind and snow!
"What team! What should we do? Let the hospital have more people to help find it again!" Qin huhao said anxiously.
He Yaoshi immediately shook his head, lowered his voice and told Qin huhao, "don't tell anyone about this! If someone asks you where fengxuelan has gone, you'll tell them that fengxuelan has been taken back to rest by my mother, okay?"
Qin huhao couldn't touch his head for a moment, but he nodded reflexively at he Yaoshi.
He Yaoshi's orders, he absolutely obeyed.
Leaving Qin huhao here, he Yaoshi hurried out of the hospital and dialed a few calls. What he wanted to know soon returned the results. Feng Xuelan didn't go anywhere.
This woman is missing!
He Yaoshi sat in his car, thinking quickly in his mind, why did fengxuelan disappear? Where can she go? What is she doing?
One question after another kept jumping in his mind, and his eyes remained on the pen in his hand.
Exquisite pen, I don't know what kind of answer it will give him
Feng Xuelan doesn't care.
Feng Xuelan doesn't care about anything now.
All she had left was to avenge Zong Mingzhe!
She can't let go of those who hurt Zong Mingzhe! Even if she was going to die, she would let those people bury Zong Mingzhe!
All the sadness in her heart turned into a huge power at this moment, supporting her to complete it!
Revenge!
Revenge!
Revenge!
Fengxuelan is like a beast just breaking free from its cage, frantically looking for her prey and her favorite blood!
Feng Xuelan has found the destination he wants to go to.
But it's a very distant place. It's not easy to go there.
Fengxuelan now has nothing, no money, no weapons, and no one can help her. However, these things are hard not to turn down the wind and snow. At this time, she is no longer the soldier who must abide by discipline in the military camp, but a killer without taboos. She is a specially trained God of death with the coldest soul!
She changed her military uniform and went to the warehouse where she saved Chris.
The warehouse once ruled by the man code named "24" has now changed ownership. It has been thoroughly investigated and cleaned up here, but fengxuelan is different from those law enforcement investigators. Fengxuelan can easily torture the news that law enforcement personnel can't ask.
She soon learned that the business of "24" had been taken over by another man, and their entrenched location had been transferred.
Feng Xuelan didn't delay for a moment. She broke into the place occupied by the group alone and beat them up.
However, fengxuelan doesn't want to get anything from them. Money? Feng Xuelan despises it. Not to mention the clumsy weapons they used.
What she wanted to know was who set up an ambush and skillfully killed Chris and them.
It must not be easy for someone who has the ability to design that trap.
Only such a person can provide Feng Xuelan with everything she needs now.
As a result, as Feng Xuelan expected, the heirs of 24 did use various means to find the man, and they did find the man. However, due to the identity of that person, they can't move a hair of others at all.