V2.chapter 296

Tang Zong was still laughing at Song Eryi yesterday, saying that he had a serious tendency to be abused. First, he was stabbed in the chest, and then he was shot three times. Finally, he was lying in the hospital, unconscious.

Such a tough woman, I'm afraid only song Eryi likes it. If it's him, he'll kick him far away, out of sight and out of mind.

So today, Cao Cao came to the Tang family.

With a gun in her hand, Jane wrote directly on Tang Zong's forehead. He retreated and kept smiling.

"If you have something to say, be careful that the bullet has no eyes. Moreover, I'm so young that I haven't lived enough. You You must be merciful. "

Jane Winnie was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. She kicked the tea table over with a domineering kick. The living room was in a mess. Wang Yiyi, upstairs, ran out of the room. Without much thought, she went straight to the living room.

"Say it! Where did you hide ZhuoBi! Give it to me at once

"Chubby?" Tang Zong said he was unfamiliar with the name, then shook his head blankly, "I don't know what you're talking about!"

Jane Winnie was instantly angry, pulled the trigger, and was ready to crash him, "Tang Zong, do you really think I dare not shoot! Song Eryi is still in the hospital. Do you want to sleep in the bed next to him? "

Wang Yiyi's feet like oil, rushed to block in front of Tang Zong, a very nervous look, "Su Su, if Tang Zong did anything, you don't like things, I apologize for him, we have something to say, OK, really don't be impulsive, the children are at home."

"Yiyi, it's none of your business. Get out of the way!" Jane Winnie pushed her aside rudely and strode close to Tang Zong.

"Yiyi, you stand far away, be careful to hurt you, this is between me and her, you don't get involved." Tang Zongneng can feel that now Jane Winnie has lost her mind. He is really afraid of hurting Wang Yiyi, but it is too late to regret.

Song Eryi had already said that if Jane Winnie didn't come back to him one day, Zhuo Bei would not let her out. Even if he knew the basis of Zhuo Bei, he would not say it.

The choice between betraying his brother and offending Jane Winnie was that he would rather offend Jane Winnie. After all, it was a good way for Jane Winnie.

The occupation of female killer is not suitable for Jane Winnie at all. After all, it is a killing machine. Only obedience is allowed.

Now both black and white are wanted. She and Zhuo Bei are wanted. They have made too many enemies. If they can't wash their hands on this, they will be in trouble.

He really wanted to rescue Jane Winnie from the sea of misery, the key is whether she would like to.

Wang Yiyi stood beside him, all anxious, but Tang Zong seemed very calm, "Tang Zong, what's going on here, please tell me quickly."

Tang Zong gave her a reassuring smile, "it's OK. It's just a misunderstanding. I guess it's a quarrel with song Eryi. There's no place to vent my resentment."

"Tang Zong, if you insist on not handing over Zhuo Bei, believe it or not, I will blow up the Tang family."

"Letter!" It was not Jane Winnie before. How could he not know that even the man he loved best could start to blow up the Tang family.

Without an answer, Jane Winnie could never give up. She could sacrifice anything, as long as ZhuoBi could come out.

"I'm asking you for the last time, chubby, where is it?"

"She's safe." Tang Zong only answered four words.

Jane Winnie called out in a frenzy. The pistol aimed at the chandelier in the living room, fired a shot, and then the loud noise immediately dispersed in the living room. Suddenly, Wang Yiyi was in a cold sweat.

"Tang Zong, I'm going to blow up your Tang family!"

In the Middle East, Mo Lanfeng is sick and lying in the courtyard. His once beautiful eyes are empty and dull at the moment. His appearance seems to have no anger at all.

Half a month later, Zhuo Bei had no news, and his illness became more and more serious, and did not improve at all.

Without a word, Ji Junjun sat down on the chair beside him and said faintly, "it's not like your character. It doesn't mean you don't like Zhuo Bei. Now that there are less people making noise to you, how can you look unhappy?"

Mo LAN Feng eyes are still empty, but the corners of the mouth slowly moved, "this and you have nothing to do with it."

Ji Junjun has always been the sister of Gao Leng, but at this time he showed a bitter smile. He was sour in his heart and didn't know what it was like.

How can it have nothing to do with her, has been like Mo Lanfeng for ten years, she from a lively girl to a high cold girl, all this is not for a little bit close to Mo Lanfeng.

Even if it is to be able to say a word with him every time, in the heart is happy, but also want to pretend not to care.

Of course, she knew that Zhuo Bei was a strong opponent, but she still didn't want to let her ten years of thinking go to waste.

Zhuo Bei's vigorous pursuit of people, but she only dare to approach silently.

Mo Lanfeng once said that he hated noisy girls, such as Zhuo Bei, so she turned into a gentle appearance and let him like it.

Mo Lanfeng once said that he hated the girl who threw herself into her arms, such as Zhuo Bei, so she disguised everything and became cold, so that no one could enter and let him like it.Love a person, is not to become his favorite appearance, she has been working hard.

Perhaps, Zhuo Bei disappeared, she should be happy, but Mo LAN Feng is sad, she is very clear, Zhuo Bei must have an important position in his heart, she simply can not compare.

However, she didn't want to give up. After so many years of hard work, she became the best woman for Mo Lanfeng and changed everything for him. She just wanted to change him.

"Look at you now depressed, do not know people, think you like Zhuo Bei."

"Shut up!" Mo LAN Feng with that has always been indifferent voice, yelling at the side of Ji Jun Jun Jun, like was said to be the center of the matter, eager to cover up the truth of the matter.

Ji Junjun stares at him, chuckles, seems to be very ironic, "ha ha, I really don't understand your Mo LAN Feng, let you admit a like, how can it be so difficult."

Suddenly, Mo LAN Feng got up and left the courtyard without looking back.

His sickly appearance was like sister Lin who had fallen from the world. He did not look like a man at all, but looked like a weak woman.

Everyone here knows that Mo Lanfeng is seriously ill, so all around his room are extremely quiet, and there is no sound at all. For fear of affecting his illness, even song Luxi, who is usually the most lively person, will not disturb him now.

He gently sat down on the chair, opened the bottom, very hidden drawer, inside is a year old small wooden box.

Clear and sweet bell, in the moment he opened the box, melodious ring.

It's an eight tone box with a lifelike white rabbit standing in the middle. It closes its eyes and seems everything is so beautiful. Then it revolves around the central point again and again.

Zhuobei belongs to rabbit. This is the year when he first saw her, he asked the Royal craftsman to create her unique music box.

I wanted to give it to her, but in the end, she was selfish and engraved with her name.

That year, he was ten and she was six.

She was the only daughter of the Earl's family, and he was the first heir to the Middle East Royal family.

The white princess skirt, that clean smile, is something he will never forget in his life, she swings, silver bell like smile, deeply embedded in his heart.

They have no idea. They are childhood sweethearts. All the best words are used in them. From primary school to junior high school, even to high school, they are always in the same school.

No matter how far away the classroom is, she would never be tired. Sometimes she would run half the school and climb the sixth floor to his classroom just to say a word to him.

He has even been used to, always followed by a strong sticky little tail behind him, laughing and shouting at him, brother Feng.

Originally thought that all this, can always be so beautiful, but the fact is so cruel.

The Zhuo family, as an old member of the royal family, is always at odds with evil. The opposition faction led by the Zhuo family has been eradicated one by one. However, the Zhuo family finally abandoned the title and withdrew from the fight for Royal rights, and the Zhuo family was safe and sound.

It is precisely because of this, for so many years, no matter how many times Zhuo Bei said he liked, he would be indifferent to the reason, and even deliberately told her that he liked the type of Ji Junjun.

It's not that you don't like it, you can't like it!

He even thought that Zhuo Bei was the one he wanted to marry in his life. He even thought that when she was an adult, they would have a wedding, but he couldn't, because his father once said that the Zhuo family's legacy would eventually become an obstacle to power. If he hadn't forced her by fate, the Zhuo family would have been killed by Huang Quan!

Zhuo Bei will not understand, so many years, how much he has suffered, when she was small, perhaps in her eyes, everything is the best.

She is simple, she is naive, the heart kind lets him cannot but like.

So, the best way to think about Zhuo Bei is not to love her and stay away from her.

He would rather be alone in this life, never marry, just want to change her safety.

At the bottom of the box, there is Zhuo Bei, one photo after another, from her chubby appearance to her beautiful appearance, from her short hair to her waist now.

On the back of each one, he wrote the words "I love you".

52013.

I have known her for 22 years. This thick pile of photos is the silent missing of him in this life.

Since love can not, then accompany her, from the beginning to the old, with this life to tell her, accompany is the longest love confession.

From the bottom of the box, Mo Lanfeng took out his hair which he had treasured for many years. It was a wisp of hair that he cut off quietly during Zhuo Bei's nap. He was as if holding a rare treasure, and he did not dare to move.

In the end, his eyes were tinged with sadness, and his cheek gently pressed on his hair. He felt more and more sad, and his nose was sour and wanted to cry.

Beibei, where are you.