Chapter 812

Zhang Xingyun didn't have good breath to go back, hum, really when he didn't hear what she said?

"Emperor!" The moment she saw Zhang Xingyun, she was very excited, but without time to speak, she was pulled into the room by Ling Xiaoya.

Originally some noisy living room instantly quiet down, only two people left.

Zhang Xingyun raises her eyes and looks into a pair of autumn eyes. She hasn't seen her for more than half a month. Ling Xiaoya is still so beautiful. Even if she just sits there, she still has a dazzling brilliance.

"You... Are back." After watching Zhang Xingyun for a long time, Ling Xiaoya opened her mouth first, her voice was a little hoarse, and she also had a little sob.

"Well, I'm back." Zhang Xingyun didn't look away from her eyes. She said firmly, as if she was making a promise.

There is no imagination of the storm, there is no imagination of blood, we have expected countless kinds of meeting dialogue, thought of countless solutions, but there is no such.

You're back.

When Zhang Xingyun hears these four words, it seems that something bumps into his chest, making the heart of the wind and frost tremble violently.

Even in the rain of gunfire and crisis, Zhang Xingyun did not feel her heartbeat so clearly. The original simple and warm greetings were so touching.

All the ups and downs or magnificent have the end of that moment, when all can make people blood boiling things are gone, the rest is only these simple and ordinary happiness.

For Zhang Xingyun, who is likely to die every hour and every second, such happiness is enough to make him moved.

When was the last time you felt that way?

In the dead world, every time she receives a task, as long as the blood is away, she must send herself. She doesn't say anything, just looks at her going.

They all know that the killers' lives are very fragile. They never beg for tomorrow, and they don't want to say goodbye.

I'm afraid I'll never see you again.

Blood from only in his completion of the task back at that moment, light asked, "back?"

It is a stupid question, but every time he is willing to answer it seriously.

It is this kind of waiting that makes him never think about giving up in the desperate situation. No matter what kind of danger, he can regain his fighting spirit when he thinks that there are still people waiting for him to go back.

After leaving from the blood, Zhang Xingyun thought that the place in his heart was dead, but now he heard such words again, he even unconsciously wet his eyes.

Compared with the time before, Ling Xiaoya helped to give him the warmth of the collar more thoroughly, more deeply into the bone marrow.

It seems that I haven't heard such a word for a long time.

Only when he heard these words did he really understand that it was a Huguang villa, his own home, and his wife waiting for him to go home.

For a moment, Zhang Xingyun's eyes are full of soft light, and she can't help but walk towards Ling Xiaoya.

And Ling Xiaoya also slowly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, slightly raised her face, seems to be expecting something.

The glittering and translucent lips stir the heart strings of Zhang Xingyun, and those who are out of control bow their heads.

Suddenly, Ling Xiaoya opened her eyes, "husband, twelve catties."

Zhang Xingyun was confused by the God, "what 12 Jin?" My wife didn't let me buy anything?

It's not sent to the mobile phone before it, I can't see it. Forget it. I'll tell you the truth. My wife will forgive me.

Zhang Xingyun is about to open her mouth when she sees lingxiaoya's Qianqian jade pointing at her back.

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