Chapter 661

On the chair in the park, a figure sitting there for a long time did not leave. Huohuo searched today's news from his mobile phone. Now the whole network is full of news about the president's upcoming wedding.

Netizens have the blessing message, for this marriage is full of blessing, of course, his people like him to choose the first lady.

The fire eye ground twinkles a thick sadness, she didn't expect, oneself in retrieve past of the first time know, unexpectedly is his marriage affair.

There is a kind of unspeakable sadness grab her heart, at the same time, it seems that this is the best outcome between them.

He married a wife who was useful to his politics, and she, a killer who did not belong to this country at all, her best ending was to see him happy, and at the same time, like his people, congratulate him.

Now she is just like a ghost. In addition to the fake identity he gave her, she doesn't even belong to the residents of any country in the world. She has a frightening identity, a killer.

She betrayed the organization, betrayed her teammates, and now she is a lonely soul, even across the untouchable Honghe River from this man.

Now, she finally knows why she has made every effort to stand beside him, because this man has already become the most important existence in her heart.

She gently reached out and stroked the wound on her chest, which had already formed a scar and had no pain, but it was as if this man was the only thing that belonged to her, something that would never disappear from her life.

She slightly took a breath, holding the mobile phone, she is ready to turn to Xi fenghan's phone, but, she suddenly does not need, in her heart, his number, has already become a chest number.

Her slender fingers gently input a sentence, "Feng Han, Congratulations, I'm gone, don't read."

After losing this sentence, she got up and went to the direction of a man-made lake. She stood in front of a railing and looked at the calm lake. She took a deep breath, raised her hand and threw her mobile phone to the calm lake.

Splashed a little bit of water, and finally returned to calm, just like the relationship between her and him, no matter how powerful, how complex entanglement, finally, like the lake, returned to the original calm.

Xi fenghan, goodbye.

I'm glad I met you in my life.

Under the brilliant sunset, a thin and lonely figure disappeared in the street.

Once the fire, came back, wake up, at the same time, will no longer become the man's shackles.

Xi fenghan is returning to the presidential palace from Yang's house when he hears the sound of a text message. After a while, he picks up his mobile phone and turns it on. He sees a text message on the screen, showing the sender's fire. His slender fingers slash away, and there is only a simple sentence on the message.

Looking at these simple words, it seems that every word has been cut into a blade and stabbed into his heart.

When she saw his wedding news, Xi fenghan was staring at these words tightly. Suddenly, his chest hurt as if he had an epileptic seizure. He put his mobile phone aside, covered his chest, and clenched his fist into the meat, as if someone had cut his most important thing from his soul with a knife.

She's gone?

Xi fenghan picks up his cell phone and dials the fiery phone. What he gets is a cold mechanical voice, "sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off Please pull it later... "

Xi Feng Han ordered the bodyguard in front of him, "go to my former residence."

Half an hour later, Xi fenghan came to his former suite. Everything was tidy, but he had a hunch that Huohuo would never come back.

Since then, a week later, a grand wedding was held all over the country.

Global attention,

on that day, on a beach in a neighboring country, a girl stood in front of an ice bar. She looked at the not very clear TV screen of the owner of the ice bar and saw some wonderful pictures of the wedding ceremony. She had long hair on her head at random, and her whole body was full of the momentum of keeping strangers away.

The two men behind her had noticed her for a long time and wanted to talk to her. However, when one of them bravely came over to hold her shoulder, the girl gave a cold sweep, and the man froze his arm.

Before he recovered, the girl had left.

She is on fire, her heart is like a light dandelion, floating with the wind, there is no kind of scenery in the world worthy of her to enjoy, there is no place to attract her.

She is walking on the beach with a bottle of water. At this moment, on the beach, several young mothers are playing with their three - or four-year-old children. The picture is warm and loving, and the children's tender calls and giggles fill the whole beach.

There are also young girls holding their parents' arms, taking all kinds of self portraits like a child who has not grown up. When a beautiful picture is taken, the parents' eyes look at their children, full of tenderness and love.

"Dad, how did I get here?" A little girl suddenly ran to her father and asked, "did I jump out of the stone?""Who said that you were born out of your mother's stomach after a hard day and night."

"Does every child have a father and a mother?"

"Everyone has a mom and dad." My father's voice was very firm.

Standing beside the fire looking at a father and daughter away, she has no direction in mind, suddenly jumped out of a make her want to do.

What about her? She can't jump out of the stone! She also has parents, although she was raised in the base, but who gave birth to her? Where are her parents? Who is she?

This long life, she thought she had nothing to care about, no, now, she has.

She wants to find her parents. She never knows what it's like to be a concubine in front of her parents. Maybe, this can become her goal and dream for the rest of her life and find her own family.

At the end of a busy and grand wedding day, the whole presidential palace was decorated with lights, as beautiful as an ancient palace. Even the lights became red palace lanterns with happy words. Tonight is the president's big day.

Xi fenghan is dressed in a black suit and wears the bridegroom's brooch on his left chest. He is as handsome as the prince of the middle world. He comes from the guests to the new house. Today, he hasn't touched any wine. He looks calm and rational, and no one dares to drink his wine. In the beautiful wedding room, Yang YunRuo mops the floor in a white wedding dress. She stands in front of the French window and looks at the long-standing fireworks on the square outside the presidential palace. Her eyes are very bright.