Chapter 1182

"Jinnian..." Looking at her so determined appearance, Qin Luo can only say, "you lie down first, have a good rest."

"Don't you believe me, Qin Luo, I really have a hunch that he is not dead!"

Compared with Qi Jinnian's actions, Shen Huan and ye Jiaqing were more silent. Their faces were dignified. Qi Jinnian's heart sank: "are you hiding something from me. Jiaqing, Huanjie, talk to me. "

"Golden year." Ye Jiaqing sat down beside Qi Jinnian, put his arm around her shoulder and said, "I know you are really sad, but now you are keeping good health, eh? Don't think about anything else, will you

"But I really don't think he's dead. If he died, how could he appear in my dream?" Qi Jinnian couldn't help sobbing, and her helpless helplessness surrounded her deeply.

No one believed her words, she was just like being abandoned, only she was awake.

"Jinnian, we are not willing to give up hope, but Bai Moli has come back." Shen Huan was at one side and had to tell her painfully.

Qi Jinnian stares at several friends in front of her. All of them tell her that Gu Tianqing is dead Really dead Never come back

"I want to have a rest." Qi Jinnian tearful eyes, do not want to say anything more, only hope Gu Tianqing can dream again.

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after she went to bed, the three left the ward.

Fu Zhongqian and Fu Qingliu both rushed over. Fu Qingliu asked, "how is the year of Jin?"

Shen Huan sighed: "she is in a bad mood, and we don't know how to comfort her."

Fu Qingliu was also sad and red in his eyes: "I'm not good. If it's not because of it, Tianqing won't be in trouble..."

"Auntie, it has nothing to do with you. Don't blame yourself." Qin Luo said, "anyone would do that."

But that has always been Fu Qingliu's favorite child. If she can, she really hopes Gu Tianqing doesn't come to save her. She can let her use her own life for looking back on Tianqing's life: "I'll go to see Jinnian, you can talk about it."

She entered the ward and the door closed again.

Fu Zhongqian also wrung his brow and looked sad: "during this period of time, you should accompany Jinnian more. Try not to let her be alone and save her from wishful thinking."

"We will. Don't worry." Shen Huandao.

At this point, the child that Qi Jinnian was pregnant with was not only her burden, but also the only sustenance in her heart, because things became more complicated.

But no one can replace Qi Jinnian. She can only survive on her own.

"You talk first. I'll go and have a look." Qin Luo said.

"Let's go and have a look." Fu Zhongqian said, "we are not to blame for this matter."

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Zhao ChuChu's temper during this period is not very good, not to say moody, but also with a little cold feeling that no one is allowed to enter.

Only Chen Jianghuai has been taking care of her in silence.

When they arrived, they saw Chen Jianghuai standing by the bed talking to Zhao ChuChu, who was standing in front of the window. However, no matter what he said, Zhao did not seem to respond. She was like a doll, as if she had lost her consciousness.

No one can go into her heart, completely closed himself up.

Qin Luo raised his hand and knocked on the door. Chen Jianghuai turned around and nodded at her.

Qin Luo also nodded: "Mr. Chen, bring delicious food to ChuChu again."

"Yes, I've made some soup, but she won't drink it. You can persuade me."

There were so many people in the ward. Although they were not talkative people, Zhao ChuChu only looked at them and frowned. She seemed unwilling to see so many people. Her resistance was written on her face.

Qin Luo took the soup from Chen Jianghuai's hand, went to Zhao ChuChu, and said to her, "ChuChu, how much do you drink it? Even if it's for the sake of the child in the stomach, you don't eat, he has no nutrition, and he doesn't grow fast."

When Zhao ChuChu heard this, he looked down at his stomach, and then reached out to touch her. At last, there was a trace of movement in his indifferent expression. Qin Luo himself fed her a bowl of soup.

"I want to be discharged." After drinking the soup, Zhao ChuChu said, "my parents will take me back, so you can rest assured."

"That's fine." Qin Luo knows that Zhao ChuChu's physical condition is no more serious. Her pain and Qi Jinnian are all in her heart. She goes home to recuperate. The company of her family is better than staying alone in this cold cinema.

After leaving Zhao ChuChu's ward, ye Jiaqing's expression is somewhat serious.

Qin Luo asked her, "Jiaqing, what's wrong with you? Why haven't you spoken?"

Ye Jiaqing looks at Qin Luo and stops talking.

"What's the matter? Just say it."

However, ye Jiaqing just shook his head: "nothing. Maybe it's just my illusion. Go back first."

——New York, USA.

FBI headquarters building.

Standing in front of the desk, mu Hanqiu received the dismissal letter she had been longing for for from her officer, but she was expressionless.

The officer looked at her with approval and regret: "cold autumn, this time you've done a very good job. Don't you really think about staying in the FBI?"

Well done, once, receiving such appreciation is like a supreme honor, but now, these four words bring her only deep pain.

So beautiful behind, with countless blood, she has been working hard to get back this dismissal book, now really got it, but it has no meaning.

At the thought of that day, her heart would still drip blood, as if the pain of a knife gouging out the flesh.

Unable to control her nails, she pinched her nails into her palms. She raised her head, stood up straight, and finally saluted the Army: "Sir, thank you for your care."

Leave the office.

A group of people were waiting for her outside.

White fox and white wolf The brothers and sisters who once lived and died shared weal and woe together. The past is vivid in my memory, but now, we have to make a thorough difference.

When mu Hanqiu looked at them, he was reluctant to give up, but

She hugged everyone one by one, and all the banquets would come to an end. After all, they would be different.

White fox red eyes, mu Hanqiu but help her wipe tears, and then, stride away.

The sky outside is very blue, the air is very fresh, but mu Hanqiu's chest is full of sentimentality. Looking at the dismissal letter that he has worked so hard to get back, it is no longer useful, and it is self mocking.

On the top of the office, the tall officer stood by the bed, dressed in a suit of combat uniform, pulled down the blinds, and looked out. At this time, a subordinate knocked on the door and came in: "Sir, you want me."

"You follow her, if there's any betrayal of the FBI..."

No one can officially leave the FBI, even if Mu Hanqiu's family gets the job offer, but she still has to live under their supervision for five years.