Looking straight at his flowing short hair, which was covered bit by bit in the vast and falling snow, Mu Wanqing suddenly murmured in a low voice: "I really wish that time would stop at this moment, like this, little one
Devil, we will really grow old together..."
At this time, the world between heaven and earth seemed to be frozen and still, and everything was completely silent.
Everything was quickly disappearing from her eyes and ears. Except for the snowflakes flying all over the sky like dandelions, except for the sound of snow falling, and the sonorous and powerful heartbeat of Yan Mufan, she could see nothing and hear nothing.
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At that moment, Mu Wanqing felt that in the vast white world, there were only two people, her and Yang Mufan, hugging each other tightly in the ice and snow.
The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the heavy snow was flying on the top of the head and face. There were waves of dull pain from the cold, and the skin seemed to be frostbitten, but Mu Wanqing did not feel cold.
Luxurious diamond hotel, presidential suite on the top floor.
After hearing the report from his confidant, Ke Qingtian was a little angry. At the same time, he said to Ji Lianjing with shame and self-reproach: "Ye Jue, it was only my carelessness that led to you falling into Yang Mufan's scheme."
The moment he discovered the "suspected" corpse of Admiration Fan, he only sent people to check the clothing and accessories on the corpse, without counting the number of Ye Ye's casualties at all.
The confidants have just counted: sixty-seven people died in Shiye, seventy-seven were injured, and one person is missing.
There were sixty-seven corpses in the sacrificial hall of the branch, and the missing person has still not been found.
Obviously, Yang Mufan is still alive, and the body of "Yang Mufan" that was blown up beyond recognition is the person who eats the night.
Compared with Ke Qingtian's anger, Ji Lianjing seemed much more leisurely and comfortable.
He just sat quietly on the sofa, silently watching the major media rushing to report on Yang Mufan's deeds, while drinking red wine without a sip.
Ke Qingtian waited for a long time and still didn't hear Ji Lianjing's reply. He couldn't help but feel a little puzzled and curious.
Following Ji Lianjing's gaze, he clearly saw Ji Lianjing's gaze simply falling on Mu Wanqing, who was standing with Yang Mufan outside the airport, hugging each other tightly.
Seeing this scene, Ke Qingtian's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he frowned deeply and tightly.
He hesitated for a moment, and then said slowly: "Ye Jue, the young lady just called and said that the young master was ill and had a high fever and was sent to the hospital. Do you think you should go back to Europe now..."
However, before Ke Qingtian could finish his words, Ji Lianjing suddenly interrupted him with a cold and sinister voice: "You should know that I hate it when others wantonly make decisions for me."
Knowing that his behavior had angered Ji Lianjing, Ke Qingtian quickly nodded and apologized: "Ye Jue, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
Ji Lianjing changed her sitting position at will, and then snorted coldly: "Since Yang Mufan is not dead, the next game will be much more interesting. If he died so quickly, I would not find it interesting. Manager Ke, please give the order.
