Chapter 1799

The door was pushed open, the secretary looked pitifully at the children squatting on the ground, watching them cry in pain, although pity, but she did not.

Anyway, the boss has also paid enough sincerity. It doesn't matter how these children come from.

"There's something fresh, boss."

Hamad raised his eyebrows. "Today is really a good day."

It was a 16, 17-year-old boy. Although he was older than expected, he was more beautiful than expected. He was not easy to cry.

"Do you know what to do next?" He teased and looked at the young man in front of him.

The boy has a cool hairstyle, and the hair on his forehead will never interfere with his clear eyes.

He slowly took off his coat and untied the belt. No shyness, so sophisticated that it is easy to forget that in front of just a teenager.

"May I ask you a question?" I asked when I was less ready to unfasten the belt.

Hamad was interested in this different teenager. "Say, but I don't have to answer you."

The boy came to him and said, "do you remember how many children are under you?"

"Ha ha ha." Hamad laughed wildly. "I don't know that. It's a meaningless question."

The boy pulled at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, I'll be relieved."

He reached for his hand and groped behind him, but his eyes were wide and unbelievable.

"Are you looking for this?" Hamad played with his pistol and scoffed, "who sent you here? It's a miscalculation. "

It is not the first time that Si Wenbing's body is chilly from the inside to the outside, but it is the first time that he is caught so quickly.

There was a sharp pain in his body, his limbs tied, a stabbing pain in his back, and the liquid dripping from the candle covered his back and solidified.

"Have a better time." Ahmed approaches with a smile.

One night, for nearly seven hours, there were loud laughter coming from the open room, but few other sounds were heard. Occasionally, I heard one or two dull hum because of the extreme pain.

Near five o'clock in the morning, a shot woke up the sleepy bodyguard.

Rushed into the room, there was blood on the mirror, and Hamad was lying on the ground, head down.

People were even more surprised to see the tragedy of the teenager in the room than to see Hamad lying in the blood.

How could anyone be tortured like that? When they were sent in, they were clearly a healthy teenager. Only one night, they turned into such a terrible look. Even the secretary who was used to seeing what Hamid had done frowned. It was too much.

Lying on the side of the boy moved, people were surprised, for a time all forgot to respond, he was embarrassed to climb up, toward the direction of the window slowly move.

Someone wanted to do something, but the Secretary stopped him. If he was hurt like that, he could not live. There was a gunshot again. The boy was shot in the abdomen, and the blood gushed out like a fountain.

"Mr. Hamad!" Secretary quickly fell down beside him, Hamad covered his abdomen, gnashing his teeth at the direction of the boy's fall.

Si Wenbing listened quietly, as if listening to unimportant things.

Hamad said, a gun against the edge of his head, powerful enough to sink into the temple.

"It's wonderful." Si Wenbing said coldly, then looked at the door.

Haiziyu could feel his sight falling on him, and his feet were faster than his consciousness. When she regained consciousness, he had already run to the original room.

Run back to the room, the breath is not even, Si Wenbing has stood at the door, but did not mention the matter just now, just said: "go."

Haiziyu followed him. They went to another passage, so she didn't know where the man had gone.

It turned out that he had such a past. There was a reason why he didn't want to be close to people in Ye's house. She didn't know him.

Her head suddenly bumped into the solid meat wall, she was stunned, then quickly pushed away, retreated too fast, but staggered to fall.

An arm was firmly around her waist, and the silk shirt was smooth and smooth with the foreign skirt.

"Be careful." Si Wenbing steadies her, and then staggers

haiziyu feels his waist and limbs burning, and the kind of heart beating that fits very close just now still lingers in the softest position of the heart.

Looking at the girl in front of her red face and low head, Si Wenbing glanced at it, but it didn't change.

Si Wenbing took her to a restaurant owned by local people. The owner's wife, dressed in typical Iraqi clothes, was leaning against the bar to chat with people.

The waiters were not particularly enthusiastic and lazy. They left after they ordered the order.

The first thing came up. It was a common toast with a thin layer of strawberry jam.

Haiziyu reached out his left hand and was about to get the bread. When his wrist reached into the air, he was caught.

Si Wenbing's palm is very cold, which is not consistent with the current weather.The hand he held was transmitted to the heart, a throbbing feeling.

"In Iraq, don't use your left hand when eating or receiving food, because people here think that the left hand is not clean." He said slowly.

Haiziyu looked around. Sure enough, someone looked at this side. She apologized and said, "I'm sorry."

Si Wenbing let go of her hand, and then lowered his head to eat from the plate.

After a meal, Si Wenbing did not seem to be in a hurry to return to the place where Hamad was held, but walked slowly along the street.

Pedestrians on the road are in a hurry, and they seem reluctant to stay on the main road.

The huge display screen in the square is broadcasting news, and the content is still about the disappearance of Ahmed. These news have been playing in infinite circulation since yesterday, as if we hope that all the people in Urumqi and even Iraq can see it.

"That Are you going to kill him? "

Even haiziyu was shocked when he put forward the word.

Si Wenbing slowed down the speed, "will."

"Is it because of that?" When haiziyu heard her voice as light as a mosquito ant, she felt very sad and couldn't help feeling sad. The sadness spread from the deep of her soul.

Si Wenbing glanced at her with the corner of his eye. There was doubt in the corner of his eye. Why did she feel sad? Clearly, he didn't mean anything to her, didn't he? Just because it's not a harmonious life, she can show that expression.

There was only a dim light at the entrance of the dark lane, and even the tramp didn't like to run into it.

Haiziyu was only concerned about his sadness. His wrist was suddenly caught, and a force dragged her into the darkness.

Si Wenbing pressed her on the wall, his arm against the wall above her head, leaned over her and said, "Why are you sad?"

Her eyes widened slightly, for he could see her emotion, and for a moment she wanted to reach out and touch his face.

The fingers touch the smooth and cold face. It turns out that his face is as cold as his fingers. What about other places? Is it the same cold?

"Answer me?"

The cheek is gently stirred by talking, and the touch is more obvious.

"I don't know." Haiziyu is honest about his feelings.

Si Wenbing's black eyes carefully looked at the girl's face in front of her, took a step back, and then walked outside.

She didn't lie. The girl just couldn't hide her mind.

16? What was he doing at that time? In a word, it's not reading, going to school, being the flower of our country.

Haizi YUI bowed his head and followed him. His answer must have been very poor, so he felt disappointed.

"I killed him just because the task wasn't finished, not because of what he did."

Haiziyu realized that he was answering his previous question, "mission?"

The front corner is the hospital, and now you can see the spire of the hospital.

Si Wenbing took the initiative to speak, "did you hear all the things just now?"

Haizi nodded, "yes."

"This is my life, completely different from what you think." His voice suddenly disappeared into his throat.

The hospital has been surrounded by the army, Hamid has been rescued, is talking to the people around him endlessly.

How can be found, although the other party's hacking skills are superb, but he has tried to avoid.

"Sorry, it could be me." Haiziyu looks at Hamad sitting in the car. The man in front of him has a cold look in his eyes. He wants to hide the truth of the matter.

She swallowed her saliva. "I called my aunt. My aunt's friend seems to be from the military."

Si Wenbing is even more calm than he imagined. He looks deeply at the cars that have gone away from the dust, and the special forces that rush out from the hospital gate.

They set foot on the road again, but this time they went to haiziyu's hotel.

Seeing the shadow of the hotel, Si Wenbing stopped, "enter, and then forget everything today."

"Don't you want to know why I came here?" Haizi shouts, and people around him look sideways.

Si Wenbing's forward pace is only a little pause, and then continue to move forward.

"Si Wenbing! I came to see you! I like you Haizi's heart was throbbing when he roared.

He finally stopped and turned, "so you came here just for an answer?"

Haiziyu nodded, though she knew it wasn't like this. She came here, is loyal to her heart's expectations, is loyal to the pursuit of love, but how to say these words ah, how to use words to express her strong and shameful love ah!

"I never liked you." Si Wenbing pushed the mirror frame, "is that ok?"

What is it like to be rejected? Sea in the encounter on the way to countless fantasies, perhaps at that time will hurt heart? Or catch him and make a lot of noise?

But when I really heard this sentence, I felt flustered and embarrassed, and I just wanted to escape immediately.Si Wenbing looks at the direction of her leaving coldly, and then leaves when the person disappears.