Xu Fei screamed, her vision went dark, and she fainted.
"Leng Zimo, Leng Zimo, don't die..." Not far away, Luo Jun emerged from Leng Zimo's arms and looked at his closed eyes. His face was full of fear, and his big eyes were filled with fear.
Shui Se, "Leng Zimo, you don't want to die... I haven't called you dad yet!"
Leng Zirui jumped off the helicopter and looked at Leng Zimo who fell on the ground and Luo Jun beside him. He originally wanted to go up to comfort him, but when he heard Luo Jun's words, he raised his lips slightly and stopped.
"Zimo!"
"Mr. Leng!"
There was a rapid sound of footsteps. Luo Xiaoqian, John, Ah Jiu, Xu Shaochuan... everyone rushed to the rooftop. Several special team members rushed over immediately and put their guns on the bodies of Xu Fei and Tang Ming.
Looking at the unconscious Xu Fei, Leng Zirui frowned slightly and said, "Send her to the hospital!"
"Yes!" The military doctor who followed behind immediately lifted Xu Fei onto the stand.
"Zimo!" Seeing Leng Zimo lying on the ground, Luo Xiaoqian screamed and rushed over, holding his shoulders, "Zimo, don't scare me, wake up...someone comes...
Send him to the hospital..."
"Cough!" Leng Zimo coughed violently and slowly got up from the ground, "Don't worry, I'm fine!"
Wearing a body armor, he was not injured, but because the distance was too close, Tang Ming's shot hit him in the back of the heart, and the impact of the bullet knocked him unconscious.
There were already tears in Luo Jun's big eyes. Seeing Leng Zimo "resurrected from the dead", the little guy suddenly looked surprised.
"Dad!" He shouted happily, and rushed into Leng Zimo's arms. His little arms hugged his neck tightly, "You're not dead, that's great..."
Listening to the long-lost call of daddy, Leng Zimo also had mixed feelings in his heart. He hugged the soft little person in his arms tightly and said, "Hey, daddy is here. Dad hasn't heard enough of you calling me. Why?"
Will he die?!"
Luo Xiaoqian had a smile on her face, but tears in her eyes. Her throat was so congested that she couldn't speak. She just stretched out her arms and hugged the two men, one big and one small, tightly.
Looking at the family of three hugging each other, even cold men like John and Ah Jiu had hot eyes. Leng Zirui raised the corners of his lips and leaned against the helicopter, raised his hand to wipe his face, and muttered, "Obviously
It’s already dark, why is the sun still so dazzling!”
Several military doctors came over worriedly and looked at the father and son, "Mr. Leng, how are you doing?"
At this time, John, Ah Jiu and others had also reacted and helped the three of them up from the ground.
"I'm fine, but my son has a scratch and needs to take care of the wound." Leng Zimo stood up with the little guy in his arms, held up the little guy's palm with concern, and helped him blow the scratch on the back of his little hand.
Does it hurt?"
Luo Jun immediately shook his head and looked at him with concern with his big eyes, "Dad, does your back hurt? Can I help you with it?"
Leng Zimo looked at the little guy's face and felt the full of care in his eyes. He just gently raised his lips and said, "No need to blow, you just need to kiss me and it won't hurt."
The little guy immediately pouted his little mouth and came over, held his head, and kissed his face several times, only kissing half of his cheeks with drool all over him, "Dad, does it still hurt?"
"
"It doesn't hurt anymore!" Leng Zimo raised his hand and hugged his little head, leaning it against his face, "Dad doesn't hurt anymore. As long as it doesn't hurt in silence, Dad won't hurt!"
