Chapter 92

"Mr. Zhang, here we are!" A companion left behind, with a climbing rope tied around his waist, is slowly approaching Zhang lingshuo. Seeing Zhang lingshuo's hand, he was surprised, "Mr. Zhang, your hand?"

"I'm fine! Pull Mr. Johnson up as soon as possible. He's running out of strength

"Yes." The companion leaned down, hung in the air, tied Johnson's waist with another rope, "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Johnson, you can let go."

At this time, the two people slowly separate the hand.

Johnson was pulled up, and his face was not a bit cold.

Zhang lingshuo was also helped up, sitting cross legged next to Johnson, stretched out his red hand, powerless but firm in the air.

"We're out of trouble."

Next to him was Johnson. He looked at him and held out his hand tremblingly for a long time. In the middle, he fell because his arm couldn't be lifted. Zhang lingshuo didn't move. He was still waiting in the air with his hands blue with cold.

"You are right."

Finally, Johnson's hand touched Zhang lingshuo's hand, and a relieved smile appeared on their faces, and other people also breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's the matter?"

"I wonder if it is necessary to develop this bamboo forest." Zhang lingshuo didn't look back.

Johnson took another look at Zhang lingshuo. At least they are still competitors. Why is he so straightforward?

"Why did you save me yesterday?" Asked Johnson. If not for Zhang lingshuo, he would have been buried at the bottom of the cliff.

"Nothing. It's not what we Chinese do to see death and not save it. "

"Even the enemy?" Johnson didn't understand the complex.

"Well. It's a poisonous snake. When it's still alive, it can save me or it will. " Zhang lingshuo closed his eyes and said.

"You compare me to a viper?" Johnson's eyes were icy blue and he couldn't believe it.

"What do you think?" Zhang lingshuo smiles.

"Whatever you compare me to, it's true that you saved me. I'm cruel and vicious. As long as I want something, I will do whatever I can, but I will do what I say! "

Zhang lingshuo said nothing.

"Zhuxi town is yours. I won't interfere any more. But when we meet again in the shopping mall, I'll still do it step by step as before, and I won't be soft! " Although Zhuxi town has always been Zhang lingshuo's, it has to be better said.

"Thank you very much."

Johnson turned quickly, got in the car and left.

Fortunately, a lot of people around him suddenly pulled this kind of trick.

He doesn't stay any longer. Mo Hui at home must be worried.

**

early in the morning, Mo Hui came to the tree covered with red prayer sticks. She didn't let herself get cold. She put on a cotton hat and put on all the clothes she could put on. She also wore three pairs of socks and thick snow boots. Wu Yang made fun of her as a polar bear.

Polar bear is nothing, as long as it doesn't get cold, let him worry.

She had diarrhea all night yesterday, didn't get a little sleep until the morning, and had a nightmare. They were terrified by Zhang Qing, Wu Yucan and Wu Yang.

So today Wu Yang came out with Mo Hui. She sat on the stone bench under the tree and watched Mo Hui walk back and forth in front of her. During this period of time, she understood that Mo Hui was not the kind of woman who was easily flustered, and even some of them lacked the minimum enthusiasm for everything. They were very easygoing and didn't ask for anything.

But as long as it's about Zhang lingshuo, her indifference and her calmness will disappear in a moment, and become a straightforward and transparent child. In this world, there is a kind of person who can burn up for love. Mo Hui is the purest one she has ever seen, and Zhang lingshuo is also one.

These two people are a perfect match. It's not about appearance, it's not about fame and wealth, it's just about two people's hearts. Mo Hui is indifferent to everyone, but straight, only warm to Zhang lingshuo; Zhang lingshuo is gentle and polite to everyone, only willful to Mo Hui; they complement each other.

"Don't go back." Wu Yang opens his mouth and stops Mo Hui, who has been walking.

Mo Hui stops and looks at Wu Yang, who is still cold.

"You and he are very lucky! Lucky enough to meet each other at such a young age, to love each other unreservedly after all kinds of experiences. " Wu Yang said seriously that he had a decision in mind.

Mo Hui began to smile, nodded his head and showed a big smile.

Wu Yang frowned and wanted to say that she hated this kind of stupid smile.

"Mel, I'm sorry." Don't apologize.

"I'm sorry, what? I'm the one who took over love." Wu Yang picks his eyebrows.

"Oh." Mo Hui answered foolishly again and stopped talking.

Wu Yang stares at her fiercely. She has long found that she is a stranger in Mo Hui's life. She doesn't have much to say. If she wants to say that the topic must be about Zhang lingshuo, then she can talk endlessly. At least it's a little more than oh, um. Forget it. Anyway, it's none of her business. In the future, don't be bullied by Zhang lingshuo. It doesn't have much to do with her."Hey, you're not afraid of Zhang lingshuo bullying you when you get married?" Wu Yang still wants to know.

"He will not." Mo Hui said with a blank appearance but firm attitude.

"How do you know? Love is the most perishable, you do not know when the feelings between you changed? I can tell you that as long as you don't get married, I won't give up for a day. " Wu Yang half threatened.

"Oh." Mo Hui Oh again, clearly nodded, she did not know how to answer.

Wu Yang suddenly has a feeling of "I'm an idiot". Why does she have to say so many words to Mo Hui that she can't understand at all? What she means is to express that no matter before or after their marriage, her status will be threatened at any time, because women who like Zhang lingshuo are like crucian carp across the river. Moreover, women in the United States are much more open than those in this small town. It is not impossible for Zhang lingshuo to bear the temptation and have anything to do with other women. Don't come back like this at that time. How can you compete with Xiaosan?

Although Wu Yang doesn't think Zhang lingshuo is the kind of person who is easily seduced by beauty, he doesn't rule out that some bold women have drugged him, such as her.

Bah, why does she divide her ranks like this.

"Forget it, wait for yourself. It's so cold outside that it's freezing. I'll go back first Wu Yang got up with a disgusting look on his face and left.

Don't look down at the footprints you just left. They are messy and heavy.

She knew in her heart what Wu Yanggang had just suggested and that Zhang lingshuo would never do that. He is a person with emotional cleanliness. He doesn't care. He will never pay more attention to it. No matter what you look like, he can ignore it. Even if he wasn't, she knew he wouldn't.

These days, he has been trying to let her understand that he and she are in love, he attaches great importance to her, care about her. How much she loves him, he loves her the same. He's telling her with action.

It's good that she understands. It's good that she can feel it. Love is a matter for her and him. She doesn't need to share too much with others, does she? She knows in her heart how good he is and how worthy of her love. These are her feelings. She keeps them in her heart, savors them carefully every day, and then gives the same feedback.

That's good, that's good!

Thinking of this, Mo Hui gently smiles and looks up at the silk tapestry full of blessings flying in the wind and snow, some of which are hung up by them. What she wrote is "wish to live with Zhang lingshuo". When he wrote, Zhang lingshuo sat beside her. At that time, the light in his black eyes was more brilliant than any light in the world. Then his lips and feet rose and rose again. His eyes, which never smile, turned into a beautiful crescent moon.

She didn't see what was written on his silk tapestry, but she thought it was also about her!

The road in the distance sounded the sound of wheel pressure, Mo Hui ran forward for a few steps. It's really their car!

Four cars drove by Mo Hui's side, only honked, no one got off.

She was a little at a loss. Did he take another road, or did they miss it?

"Mr. Zhang is still behind!" When Mo Bo came back to the car, he yelled.

Mo Hui nodded at him and continued to wait patiently.

The people in the car blew a few loud whistles and then roared away.

Mo Hui didn't wait long this time. He saw a familiar sound of a car coming slowly towards her. On the driver's seat was the man who was more and more smiling and more rogue. His teeth were whiter and more dazzling than the snow on the ground.

Mo Hui began to run towards the car, walking light!

As soon as Zhang lingshuo saw that the woman who wrapped herself up in rice dumplings was rushing towards his car, he quickly stopped the car for fear that this guy would have trouble if he didn't know how to control his speed.

Before he got out of the car, he specially found a pair of gloves to put on, so as not to make the little woman cry.

"I'm back!" As soon as he got out of the car, the polar bear doll rushed into his arms.

When Zhang lingshuo smiles, he knows that they have a tacit understanding.

Mo Hui didn't speak. He put his hands around Zhang lingshuo's waist.

"Mo Hui..." He wanted to say that if she held him too tightly, his bones would hurt.

"I miss you!" A little muffled voice came from his chest. Zhang lingshuo heard her words, a little slow to respond, and then showed a smile that can be called giggle.

"Me too." Zhang lingshuo hugged his little body, which was very close to his arms. At this moment, he knew how much he liked the feeling of holding her, warm, soft, and how kind he wanted to be. God knows how lucky he is to see her again and hold her again after last night's event.

"I dreamt that you almost fell off the cliff." Her tone is slightly coquettish and tells her inner worry.

"I'm in front of you now? It was just a dream. " Zhang lingshuo raised her lips. She must have been frightened by the dream. She would have used a soft tone that she had never had before. Mo Hui, who would not have been coquettish, would have been coquettish to him.