In fact, Xiang Xiaochuang never fell asleep. After Du Jiawen came downstairs, she got up with her clothes on and stared at a tall sycamore tree in the yard.
Thinking about Ninglu's innocent smile and the feeling of being empty in the middle of the arm, people who have never experienced it may not be able to understand it. The small body was snatched away in his arms...
A gust of wind blew in through the cracked window, making Xiang Xiaochuang feel slightly chilly. The leaves of the sycamore tree were like a few withered butterflies, swooping down from the branches. It was like a beautiful and prosperous scene, but also
The sad and unbearable sacrifice has exhausted the last splendor of life in this autumn.
She shuddered and pinched the corners of her clothes convulsively with her fingers.
"Ninglu, you must be fine! Otherwise, otherwise... I will never be able to forgive myself in my life." She whispered, hearing the faint footsteps on the stairs, she hurriedly turned around and took two steps.
He lay back on the bed. As soon as he covered himself with the quilt up to his neck, Du Jiawen opened the door.
Xiang Xiaochuang closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. When he heard Du Jiawen's faint sigh, he felt sad.
"Xiaochang..." Du Jiawen murmured, reaching into the quilt and holding her hand on the edge of the quilt. Each of his ten fingers was touched by his slender fingers, with a gentle touch.
Passionate.
In an instant, Xiang Xiaochuang understood that his worries were no less serious than his own.
Opening his eyes, Du Jiawen buried his head in the palm of his hand. As if he felt Xiang Xiaochuang's gaze, Du Jiawen raised his head, and their eyes sparkled in the air.
"Don't worry, Xiangtian has completed the control. No matter whether it is Chen Sijia's hand or not, it is impossible for Ninglu to get out of New York."
Xiang Xiaochuang nodded silently, looked at him with gentle eyes, and then moved towards the bed: "You should also sleep for a while, you don't look good either."
"It doesn't matter to me. Only if you take good care of yourself can I rest assured." Du Jiawen squeezed her hand.
Xiang Xiaochuang stretched out his other hand, and with the warmth of the quilt on his fingertips, he brushed away a strand of messy hair that fell in front of his forehead.
"Xiaochang..." Du Jiawen's sigh seemed to come from deep in his heart, and his face suddenly showed a tired color. She used her fingers one by one to her lips carefully.
I traced it with the tip of my tongue and couldn't bear to let go for a long time.
As if he had lost all his strength, Xiang Xiaochuang felt that he was lying on the calm lake, like a small boat drifting with the current.
She and her own life can be completely handed over to the man in front of her. His broad shoulders are enough to bear any weight; his solid chest can carry her joys, sorrows, and joys.
Therefore, there is no need to worry about condensation anymore, he will give them the most complete life for mother and daughter.
He thought that he could not sleep due to his numerous thoughts. But in his gentle and watery eyes, Xiang Xiaochuang still fell asleep, even sleeping peacefully.
Du Jiawen looked at her dreamingly until her breathing calmed down, and then sighed.
Although he was worried about Ninglu, he was even more worried about her heart. Tang Xiangtian's calm tone made him full of confidence in his daughter's safety. However, if Xiang Xiaochuang was diagnosed with a heart disease, it would not be possible to save Xiang Xiaochuang.
It is particularly incredible that most of the women in the Xiang family died suddenly in their thirties or forties. He was afraid that Xiang Xiaochuang would make the same mistake one day, and he did not even dare to imagine...
One hand was still intertwined with hers under the quilt. When he felt her fingers relax, Du Jiawen hesitantly placed it on her chest.
He could feel that there was a heart beating vigorously in his chest. Looking at his watch, fortunately, the heartbeat was not too fast now, and the breath he had been holding in his chest was slowly let out.
The sky was filled with the same hesitant blue as his eyes, and the wind seemed to become biter. He gently lowered the curtains and closed the glass windows tightly.
Du Jiawen vaguely heard the ringing of the phone downstairs. Du Jiawen glanced at Xiang Xiaochuang again and saw that her brows were relaxed and she was obviously sleeping well, so he went downstairs with confidence.
Boss Tang was listening attentively. Du Jiawen walked to the last step of the stairs. He just gave the order: "If you want to save the little lady safely at all costs, you might as well let the word out. That is my granddaughter, Boss Tang. As long as
If there's even a hair missing, just cut them open and there won't be a single one left!"
His tone was calm, but the smell of fireworks in the words could make people choke.
"What's wrong?" Du Jiawen saw him put down the phone and couldn't help asking.
Boss Tang snorted coldly: "You watch Xiao Chuang at home, I'll go out and dispatch people."
"Okay." Du Jiawen agreed calmly, "Uncle Tang, be careful."
Boss Tang raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Don't worry, there is no one in this world who can touch me, Tang!"
He was obviously an old man of half a century, but when he smiled like this, he seemed to see the man who once wore bright clothes and angry horses. The disappearance of Ning Lu really inspired this semi-retired old man to take action.
Du Jiawen sighed and saw that the tea in Boss Tang's cup was half cold, but still full. It could be seen that Boss Tang, who had been keeping a low profile and biding his time, finally became angry.
Of course, he would not be idle. He made several phone calls in a row and closely monitored Chen Sijia and her cousin Chen Siwei. He knew half of Chen Sijia's affairs because of Chen Siwei's help.
At this time, Tang Xiangtian called back, his voice a little anxious: "Du Jiawen, I have tracked down a general area. They changed cars from the highway to City B. Now my father has gone there in person, so Xiaochuang can rest assured that it won't have to wait until night
, I can bring the condensation back intact."
Du Jiawen hurriedly thanked him, and Tang Xiangtian seemed to laugh dryly before retracting the line.
He asked the kitchen to prepare a small snack and a glass of freshly squeezed juice. He served them on a tray and saw that Xiang Xiaochuang was already awake.
"Are you hungry? Eat something first." Du Jiawen brought the tray in front of her. Xiang Xiaochuang was stunned for a moment and blurted out, "Where is Ninglu? Have you found her?"
"Tang Xiangtian has received news that he has returned. He has basically verified where the condensation is. He will bring our daughter back to us in the evening. If she loses a hair, we will settle the account with him."
Xiang Xiaochuang was amused by his domineering tone.
"Xiang Tian said, then it should be fine." She smiled thoughtfully and slowly drank a glass of juice before saying.
"You believe what he says, but you don't believe what I say!" Du Jiawen complained pretending to be dissatisfied.