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The news of Ding Han came very slowly.

Pei Qingcheng felt that a century had passed.

Ding Han's phone call finally came.

Pei Qingcheng is second to second, but stopped for a long time to speak.

"How?"

"Do you think it's lifelike to fall from a height of several thousand meters?" Ding Han's tone, mixed with a very strong irony.

Pei Qingcheng could hear that his anger had reached its peak.

"Well, isn't it?" Cover the chest, the heart has almost jumped out.

"Waiting for DNA test results, six hours." There was no temperature in Ding Han's voice: "madam, is there anything else?"

"No It was very difficult to say a word, but he held the phone and asked, "are you sure it's his helicopter? Is it possible to make a mistake?"

"The wreckage of the plane has been found. It's definitely Yeh's plane."

"Then why didn't you follow?"

"A small helicopter can only have one pilot and one passenger. We didn't have time to apply for a route. Private planes are not allowed to enter the country. So I choose a small helicopter with a lower safety factor. Do you understand me?" Ding Han's aggressive tone: "I have a lot of things to arrange. By the way, the identity of the pilot has been determined. Who else can there be?"

With a bang, the phone hung up.

Ding Han was very angry with Pei Qingcheng.

He couldn't have strangled her.

Again and again she let Ye tired hurt, this time finally let him die.

Pei Qingcheng leaned against the wall and slowly fell on the floor. The room was dark, and her heart was also dark.

Unparalleled despair surrounded her from all directions, like a worm gnawing at her body.

She never knew that something happened to Ye tired, which was so painful and painful to her.

Suddenly, the door was knocked open. Nurse Zhou and aunt LV rushed in from outside, turned on the light and looked at Pei Qingcheng lying on the ground.

"What's the matter with you, second lady? What's wrong with you?" They helped her up and sat down on the sofa.

"Bring me the phone." Pei Qingcheng opened his mouth, his voice hoarse can not hear clearly.

"Second lady." Aunt LV handed Pei Qingcheng a towel: "wipe your face, your voice is hoarse, I'll pour you a glass of water."

Did she cry?

Looking up at nurse Zhou blankly, he said, "did you hear what I just cried?"

"Yes, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me." Nurse Zhou was terrified and bravely explored her forehead: "no burning. You cried so loud just now. It's the kind of wailing that tears heart and lungs. What's the matter with you?"

There was something wrong with her senses. She didn't realize she was crying.

For a while, her soul seemed to fly away.

I don't know what I did.

Nurse Zhou handed the phone to Pei Qingcheng. She held the phone but didn't know who to call.

Nurse Zhou stood aside for a long time and asked tentatively, "second miss, the porridge is ready. Would you like a little more?"

Aunt Lu said again, "why don't you put some bath water first and have a bath?"

Pei Qingcheng did not answer, because she did not hear at all.

She was trapped in a dark black hole, no light, no sound, only she.

In this way, I don't know how long it took Pei Qingcheng to wake up and wave to them: "you go out!"

"Second miss, you haven't had dinner yet..." aunt Lu hesitated.

She shook her hand feebly again, and they went out.

"Turn off the lights." She said.

Nurse Zhou and aunt Lu looked at each other and turned off the ceiling light on the wall.

She began to call Ding Han again and again, and no one answered.

The more he didn't answer, the more panic Pei Qingcheng felt.

If it is good news, Ding Han will definitely inform her at the first time.

The heart is not flustered, replaced by the quiet like death.

Sitting in bed and looking out the window for a long time, the moon in Athens is no different from that in China.

It's the same thing anyway.

The same cold, the same no temperature.

Unable to sleep at all, he lifted the quilt, got out of the bed and walked out of the room.

Aunt Lu has gone back to her room to sleep. Nurse Zhou is asleep on the sofa. The variety show is still on the TV.

Gently open the door, looking back, nurse Zhou is still asleep, did not hear.

He stepped out.

Have been down the elevator out of the apartment building, holding a mobile phone in hand, keep dialing to Ding Han.

At the end of the call, the prompt tone changed from a busy tone to a cold mechanical female voice: the phone you dialed has been turned off.Either Pei Qingcheng hit no electricity, or get bored, simply shut down.

Leaning against the side of the road, leaning against a tree, she squatted down slowly.

With her hands around her knees, her abdomen was a little bit against her, and she bent over her back.

It's a strange gesture.

At about eleven o'clock, there were still many people in the street.

Passers by in a hurry, passing by Pei Qingcheng.

No one cares about a woman squatting here.

Pei Qingcheng naturally doesn't care about himself squatting here without image.

Suddenly burst out a wail cry, as if to the body's sadness to all shout out, the heart will feel a little comfortable.

Some people stop by Pei Qingcheng, but foreigners generally pay attention to privacy. They just look at it and don't ask.

She held herself in her arms and wept in a foreign street.

A kind passer-by stopped by her side and asked in English, "are you OK, miss?"

She couldn't cry for herself, and her body was shaking like fallen leaves in a strong wind.

Deep, dull, sexy voice line seems to be mixed with some metal noise.

"Can I help you?"

It's Chinese.

In Athens, there are not a few Chinese, and 40 percent of the tourists are Chinese.

But the voice is very familiar, familiar to let Pei Qingcheng confused.

Finally stop the tears, slowly raised his head, from the messy tears and hair to look out.

First, I saw a pair of feet in snow-white sneakers, then straight legs wrapped in blue jeans.

Looking up from the legs, it was a man, wearing a light gray overalls, all over the body exuded a precious cold breath.

Pei Qingcheng stood up, put aside the hair on his face and looked at each other blankly.

He's tall and needs to look up his neck to see his face.

The hair on my forehead swayed slightly in the night wind, and there was a pair of deep pool like eyes under the hair.

It seems that the perfect proportion of facial features is created by a sculptor. Even compared with the European youth with profound facial features, which can be found everywhere in the central street of Athens, it is also outstanding.

Pei Qingcheng took a deep breath, and the air in his chest was a little smoother.

She stood on tiptoe, reached out and touched the man on the cheek.

Warm, soft.

Blinking at a loss, he walked two steps closer to him and stood in front of him.

This time, both hands held his cheek, and there were short and hard Stubbles on his slightly rough chin, which just gave Pei Qingcheng a sense of reality.

The man's eyes, deep and deep, covered her face.

After swallowing his mouth, Pei Qingcheng trembled and said, "you pinch me."

The man pursed his lips, pulled out a good-looking curve at the corner of his lips, stretched out his hand to wipe the tears on her cheek: "cry like a fool, for whom?"

"Pinch me." She repeated, her eyes fixed on the man in front of her.

The man fixed his eyes on her, and suddenly sighed, lowered his head and pressed his lips on Pei Qingcheng's lips.

Hot lips, with a long time of missing, crush Pei Qingcheng's lips.

But it got the most enthusiastic response from Pei Qingcheng.

On the road of people coming and going, two people are close to each other.

Long kiss for three minutes is the limit of Pei Qingcheng. When he is about to gasp, ye tired releases her.

She falls in Ye's tired arms, her ears close to his chest, and hears his heart beating in his chest.

It's a living person.

The man's hand gently brush her back: "not yet said, why are you crying on the road?"

"The sand is squinting."

Chin by the man's fingers to gently raised his head, Zhan black eyes from the hair staring at her: "in this street, where the sand?"

"There is." She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

The heart rate slowly slowed down, the man's arm in his arms, feeling his temperature, only gradually had a little sense of reality.

Without paying attention, tears came down again.

The man covers it with his fingers, but it flows down his fingers.

"Why are you crying again? This time it's still sand? " His voice was hoarse and hard to hide.

I didn't intend to cry, but the tears just couldn't stop.

Pei Qingcheng is not a person who loves to cry, but the tears shed on her.

The words were also intermittent: "tinter said you were dead."

Suddenly, Ding Han's voice sounded from behind: "I have never said so."

Pei Qingcheng immediately turned back. Ding Han was standing on the street with his trouser pockets in his hands, looking leisurely and contented.Pei Qingcheng glared at him, bit his lower lip, and took out his hot mobile phone from his pocket: "I called you all night."

"There's no electricity." He looks innocent.

"He's OK, why don't you tell me the first time?"

"I don't know now." Ding Han shrugged.

At the moment, Pei Qingcheng has an impulse to kick him into the Aegean Sea.

Suddenly, her whole body was lifted up, and she exclaimed in a low voice. Ye was tired to hold her and walk forward: "you don't have shoes on."

Yeah?

She looked down under her feet, and it was true that she had no shoes on.

Just now, I was out of my mind and walked out of the apartment without shoes.

Two hands clasp Ye's tired neck and walk past Ding Han.

She took a hard look at him, leaned against Lin's tired chest and asked softly, "what happened?"

"No big deal, Ding Han." The man suddenly stopped and looked back at Ding Han: "didn't you tell your wife?"

"Tell me what?" Pei Qingcheng also looked back at Ding Han inexplicably.

He looked sluggish and said slowly, "no, I'm not sure if Pei Zhijun has been monitoring the phone number of his wife. For the sake of the truth of the matter, I didn't say it."

Pei Qingcheng more listen to more confused: "in the end what?"

Ye's tired and sharp eyes sweep over Ding Han and turn to Pei Qingcheng, and he immediately becomes gentle.

"It's just a plan. Pei Zhijun thought I was dead, so he relaxed his vigilance. Otherwise, he hid you so tightly. It's really hard to find." Ye is tired of explaining softly.

So it is. Is everything fake?

What about the news? Is it fake?

Ding Han slowly replied in Pei Qingcheng's stunned eyes: "that helicopter is indeed Chinese, which is a coincidence, so it will be wrong. We began to look for the whereabouts of ye in China, and as expected Pei Zhijun was cheated."

Looking at Ding Han's head down, Pei Qingcheng can't help but think of his deep hatred in the phone disguise.

Pei Qingcheng bit his lips and snorted out: "Ding tezhu, what a good play

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