Huo Jingchen's action is Weidun. He looks up at her and says stubbornly, "I don't believe it."
Zhao Siqing lowered his eyes, covered the complexity of the bottom of his eyes and said slowly: "you are domineering and paranoid, and your mood is always unstable. Even if I am willing to forgive you, I will always consider for the children. If he lives in such an unstable environment in the future, I am afraid that he will become the same person as you..."
As he spoke, Zhao Siqing burst into tears.
The hand tied behind her tightly clenched into a fist, and her fingernails pinched into the meat, but she didn't seem to feel the pain.
In fact, these days, she did think about almost.
But she didn't want to break up with him, she still wanted to be with him, even though the ending might still be painful.
She did not fail to see his efforts, nor did she fail to see his forbearance. She knew that he had been changing.
So she still wants to try with him.
In other words, her feelings for him have long been in the long time and hurt, and become an unbreakable love.
Huo Jingchen was in a trance for a few seconds, woke up, took back his eyes and said slowly: "if you don't want to be with me, we die together just today, so I will still pester you in the afterlife."
He has a very light voice and can't hear much emotion.
There is no reason, but Zhao Siqing can hear his firmness and calm.
Zhao Siqing's throat is astringent, but he can't say anything more cruel.
She looked at the man in front of her in silence. In just a few seconds, her sweat wet his clothes.
He sipped his lips, his eyes steadfast.
At this moment, Zhao Siqing's heart suddenly calmed down.
If they can't hide today, at least they are three of them who died together, right?
Both of them didn't speak again. The atmosphere in the garage suddenly became solemn and tense. Tang Fu, who was beside, was stiff and stiff. It seemed that he began to breathe hard.
No one knows how much dynamite Li Feihuan hid, but he knows that Li Feihuan is a madman.
He just hated so many years. The president was happy for two years, but he had to face the end.
Li Feihuan stared at Huo Jingchen's movements without hesitation. "It seems that Huo Shao is really sure of himself, but he doesn't know that Zhao Siqing is waiting for you to rescue him."
In a blink of an eye, with only 30 seconds left, Huo Jingchen has only passed one fifth of these leads.
What makes people feel heavy is that the lead in the middle area is more complicated, which makes it clear that Li Feihuan really wants their lives.
Seeing that this was not possible, Tang Ji approached cautiously from one side and tried to catch up with Huo Jingchen to help him dismantle some explosives.
Because I remember how Huo Jingchen lived, the speed of Tang Zhi was a little faster.
With two minutes to go, he came up and tried to help Huo dismantle some of the too dangerous leads.
The whole shirt of Huo Jingchen was completely wet with sweat.
His eyes were heavy and his nerves were as taut as these leads.
"Take down the top one." Huo Jingchen turns his head and looks at Tang Ji. Until he becomes a baby of several years old, he will never be able to walk again.
Tang Zhi's throat knot was fretting, obviously hanging a heart. After opening the thread box, he carefully dismantled a piece of explosive and put it on the ground.
Without a thread, the gap is a little larger, but it is still very difficult.
"Take it apart again." Huo Jingchen spoke in a deep voice, with anxiety in his hoarse voice.
Tang Zhi twisted his eyebrows, looked at another thread box, turned his head to Huo Jingchen and said, "this one can't be removed, it's only for thread cutting."