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"Do you like this room?" Asked rolchen.

Jing bao'er nodded, "I like it. I like it so much. It's good here. "

"The room is next to you. You can call me whenever you need something." Rolchen also said.

Jing bao'er nodded and looked at Luo Er Chen with a smile. "Rolchen, thank you. Without you, I would still be in prison."

"What are you doing?" Luo Er Chen is still smiling, a smile to love the country, and then smile to love the city.

"Don't you mean to enter the eighth zone of the government secret service of country f? I have already discussed with the president of F country,

you can report tomorrow. Because of your special identity, he made a fake identity for you

From tomorrow on, your name is Jinqi, English name is seven, both parents, age 21.

For the sake of complete secrecy, President John allows you to wear a mask to work all the time. " Rolchen road.

Hearing what rolchen said, Jing bao'er was very happy.

She knew that Luo Erchen could do it, but she didn't expect that Luo Erchen could do it so soon.

Since she told rolchen what she thought, it's only five days, and he's done it!

"Thank you, rolchen. By the way, did you tell the president? I won't carry out some tasks that are unfavorable to Z country. Although I broke up with Jing Rong, I'm still a member of Z country. As long as I'm a member of Z country, I won't do anything harmful to the interests of the motherland. "

"I've made it clear for a long time. Don't worry, the relationship between F and Z is very good now, and they will not secretly send agents to do something harmful to Z's interests."

"That's good..." Jingbao'er smiles.

"I can't call you bao'er any more. I have to call you Xiao Qi..."

"Well." Jingbao nodded heavily.

"I hope you can have a good experience in the secret service here, so that you can build up a super skill in the future, so that you can avenge yourself for your children and yourself..." Rolchen road.

"That's nature One day when the tiger returns to the mountain, I will bloodstain the presidential palace! " Jingbao'er is gnashing her teeth and her eyes are slightly red.

Speaking of Jingrong, she couldn't help crying.

She hated him.

Really hate, hate.

She really wants to kill him now and avenge her children! Avenge herself!

"Xiaoqi, no matter to any time, I will accompany you, guard you, support you." Rolchen also said.

"Luo Erchen, thank you. You really shouldn't..." So good to me.

"Come on, don't talk about it. I don't want to hear you say what you have but don't have." Luo Erchen directly interrupts Jing Baoer and responds with a smile.

"By the way, there's something strange." Luo Erchen changed the subject.

"What's the matter?" Asked Jing bao'er.

"After I robbed you from the first women's prison, up to now, no news has come out, and the media of Z country has not reported any news about your escape place..." Rolchen road.

"Maybe some people have found out their conscience and want to give me back my freedom by the chance of someone breaking the prison

After all, at this juncture, even if he gave me my freedom, I dare not pester him any more,

so he simply blocked the news about my escape, so that everyone still thought that I was still in prison,

as the president of a country, it was too easy for him to do so. " Jingbao'er said coldly.

When it comes to Jing Rong, she feels difficult to breathe. Every oxygen bubble in her lungs is like glass slag, which makes her lungs painful.

"If I didn't continue to kill you, this boy still has a little conscience!" Luo Erchen is cold hum.

"Ha ha...!" Jing Baoer just sneers.

……

Two years later.

At the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, the weather in Z country is very cold.

Presidential palace, Moon Palace master bedroom.

Heavy curtains shade the outside sun, even if the day is bright, the interior is still dark.

Snow white bed ~ on, the man covered with snow-white thin quilt, holding a piece of yellow paper, side and sleep.

Although the paper has turned yellow, the handwriting on it is still clear.

Many years ago, there was a girl named Jing bao'er, lying in front of her desk, writing down every stroke.

It's full of men's names - Jingrong, Jingrong, Jingrong, Jingrong.

So many scenes.

The girl's handwriting is very beautiful, even though time has passed for a long time, the color of the handwriting has not faded.

The man in the dream slowly opens his eyes. At the first glance, what comes into his eyes is the yellow paper full of his name.

Looking at the paper, that clear incomparable himself, the man's heart, mercilessly stabbed.Two years, the girl, has been away from him for two years.

In the past two years, she has not heard from him. He has exhausted his human, material and financial resources, and has never received any news about her.

It's like the girl has completely evaporated.

He missed her for two years, 730 days and 17520 hours.

Without her, every night, he relies on this piece of paper to spend the long cold and lonely night, and relies on the beautiful handwriting of the girl on the paper to find the traces of their love.

Get up, take the paper, go to the French window.

When he opened the curtain, he found that it was cloudy outside again, and the whole world was blown into chaos by the roaring wind.

"It's cooling down again. Where are you now? Is it as cold as the capital where you are

"Without me by your side, it's cold. Before you go out, do you remember to add a coat to yourself? After you go home, do you remember to drink a cup of hot water?"

"Jingbao'er, I really miss you. Every day is like the end of the world without you..."

"Jingbao'er, I don't know if you miss me as much as I miss you once in a while?"

"No, you can't. maybe you still hate me for what I've done so far?"

Jingrong was talking to himself word by word to the chaotic world outside the window.

a gust of wind blowing through the courtyard, dried Wutong leaves, withered with the wind...

after leaving, he was as lonely and miserable as the Wutong trees that had withered in the wind.

He is not happy even if he is rich and powerful.

After Jing bao'er left, he never laughed again, never.

All over the world, only she can make him laugh.

"My girl, where are you, come back, come back to me..." Jing Rong slowly closed his eyes and talked to himself again.

Lighting a cigarette, he began to smoke deeply.

Smoke shrouded between that a handsome face, full of depression.