"This body seems to have come out of thin air! Strange to say, there is no one to report a case when there is no one alive? No response from the family! It's not like being an orphan or a vagrant beggar? "
Looking back at him, Mo Yan sighed again:
"sometimes, women are more careful than men. This time, thanks to the forensic lady, otherwise I don't know when I can solve this case and take you out -"
if he stays in it for a year and a half, he will be the first to kill him.
It's hard to be a company boss! Sure enough, the assistant is the best. There are people on the top and people on the bottom. Just use your brain and run errands occasionally!
Thought life, Mo Yan can't help but also secretly despise himself: really didn't attend! It's really not the material to be a general. I don't even have any idea!
At this time, Feng Yimo also raised his head distractedly and asked: "Hao's girlfriend?" My friend?
Did he miss something? How many turns have you made? Who is it?
"It's Ye Ling, the chemical genius known as" poison rose ", who was fished out of prison. Her friend's name seems to be Yu or something! It's said that Lu Shao seems to be a little bit It's serious! However, both of them are well-known. They are full of talent and have some real skills! "
Mo Yan began to gossip, and Feng Yimo felt dizzy when he heard: "well ~"
really, who was detained, and how could he say that?
The sight falls inadvertently, the face of Feng Yimo changes, and his hands tremble: "stop! Stop the car
"Brother Feng?"
Suddenly, Mo Yan turned back and was startled: "brother Feng, what's the matter?"
He blinked his eyes and rubbed them forcefully. His lips trembled and exclaimed in amazement. A layer of mist floated in his eyes:
"she is still alive! She's still alive
Reaching out, he spread his mobile phone in front of Mo Yan: "you see, you see! She is still alive, Xiao Li is still alive, she must be still alive, she praised grandma
As soon as his sight fell, Mo Yan's mind was confused. On his mobile phone, there was a space sent by his grandmother. It was a picture of praying for blessings in front of the temple on the mountain, but the message was that children and grandchildren have their own blessings!
Look at the date, it's yesterday. It's estimated that grandma should have gone for his suspected detention!
There are only two people who like it, one is Li Nuo, the other is Feng Jingyi, so it's very conspicuous.
"Her cell phone is in use! She must still be alive
Excited to no avail, Feng Yimo began to tremble: grandma finally learned to send a circle of friends! Does it mean they may have been in touch?
Pick up the mobile phone, Feng Yimo made a call to Li Nuo first, but suddenly a basin of cold water poured down: [sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off, please dial later, sorry -]
in a moment, his face also changed a few times: "turn off? Why shut down? "
He was dull. Feng Yimo's face was green and white. His heart was aching. Unconsciously, his hand had been pressed to his heart.
"Brother Feng, are you ok? Don't do that. Don't get excited! Is it just the phone number used by others? Or was it picked up? Or - "
" no! unable! She must be alive! Otherwise, how could she praise grandma? No ~ "
she shakes her head eagerly and denies it. Feng Yimo's brain is buzzing. Then, when she thinks of something, she opens her circle of friends. With a slip of familiar news, Feng Yimo's tears can no longer stop:
" she's still alive! My little pear is still alive ~ she is still alive ~ "
it seems that there is only such a sentence left in my mind. My chest is surging uncontrollably. For a long time, Feng Yimo doesn't move. He takes a deep breath, whisks away the water mist from the bottom of his eyes, and his caressing action stops suddenly.
The latest news is a self portrait of her. Although she is quite mellow, only half of her face is covered by her hair, it's obvious that it's her and she looks very good.
[seven days later, I can finally go home. I'm moved to Qingcheng, another Hometown I love! ]
followed by a series of crying and smiling expression, her style, but let Feng Yimo heart suddenly pain: what has she experienced? Why does her tone seem to be full of emotion?
Finally?
Where is she? What happened to her? Can't she come back? Is it because of the air crash or -
countless thoughts in his mind flashed by, but nothing made him happier than to suddenly see her take a picture of himself.
The mood is agitated to indescribable, seal with Mo Mo silent, Mo Yan is a face of disbelief: how is this possible?
She's coming back in seven days? Where is she? You're not going to fly again, are you?
Conditionally, Feng Yimo's heart suddenly began to ache: seven days later? Isn't that today?
No!
Suddenly, his breath seemed to stop again: "she came back in today's plane! Go and find out. Which flight does she take and what time is it? Come onThe same accident, he will never allow to happen to her again!
Absolutely not!
It's hard to sit and stand. For a while, Feng Yimo's heart aches again. It seems that he is going to be gouged out: "she turned off? Is she already on the plane? "
Front, receive the instruction, Mo Yan has quickly called out.
"Brother Feng, if my sister-in-law survives, she will be blessed. She will be fine! Just don't know which airport she landed from? "
Waiting time, every minute, every second is like suffering, holding a mobile phone, sealed with desert, the veins on the hand are faintly jumping, but the palm is full of cold sweat.
Ten minutes later, Mo Yan's mobile phone rang.
Turning back, he was also obviously excited and tongue tied: "Nancheng airport is still a plane in Kuala Lumpur. The plane just took off and arrived at 4 p.m.!"
Did you actually get her information? She's really alive!
It was a dream. In a flash, Mo Yan didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
"To the airport! Check the movement of the plane, use all the relations that can be used, find the nearest person, arrange the private plane half way to meet in the fastest way, and follow the escort in the whole process. There must be no more accidents! "
"Yes
After that, they contacted several telephone numbers, determined the flight route and current location of the plane, arranged everything, and then rushed to the airport.
At that moment, Feng Yimo's mood is beyond description. He is willing to exchange the whole world for the reality and dream of this moment. Holding the dog, clutching the mobile phone, his heart seemed to jump out. He once again covered the deep water mist at the bottom of his eyes.
When he got to the airport again, Feng Yimo's mood was completely different from the past. In less than 10 minutes or more than half an hour, someone would tell him the current position and condition of the plane. Every time, he seemed to be walking through the gate of hell. When the clock rang at four o'clock, looking at the subtitles of the safe arrival of the plane on the display board, Feng Yimo's mental arithmetic fell to the ground and looked at the black Another heart comes up from the exit of pressing the ground and moving the head:
so many people? Where is she? Will it be crowded?