Leng Zimo snatched the bag, opened it, and took out the casual clothes and canvas shoes inside. He immediately determined that these were Luo Xiaoqian's clothes.
"This is Xiaoqian's clothes!"
He bought most of her clothes, and he came to Qingdao to hold the wedding this time to give her a surprise.
Because he didn't tell her before that all her luggage was packed by him himself. He put this casual outfit into her suitcase with his own hands, so he naturally recognized it. Moreover, the unique way of tying shoelaces was completely unique.
His style.
He is responsible for everything about her, and he knows it better than anyone else.
"When we boarded the ship, they had already left. Some passengers on the ship saw them leaving from the room. They said that there was a silver-haired man holding a long-haired girl. The girl was wearing a golden skirt and was slender.
...The time was about four hours ago." The staff member sighed, "They left after killing the crew members."
Four hours?!
Was he four hours late?!
Leng Zimo tightened his fingers and held the casual clothes that Luo Xiaoqian had taken off in his hand.
"We showed the tourists Luo Xiaoqian's photo. Because the ship was hijacked, the tourists were not allowed to leave the room. They were not sure if it was her. However, before it deviated from the course, someone heard gunshots and sounds on the deck.
It seems that someone tried to escape and asked the maritime surveillance ship for help... However, they crashed the ship. There were obvious signs of damage to the bow, there were blood stains on the iron frame, and a body. We also found some bloody bodies.
Gauze, but I can’t be sure who was injured..."
Listening to the staff's voices, Leng Zimo's heart tightened more and more.
She is still pregnant and facing so many demons alone, every minute must be suffering.
When he thought of this, he felt extremely distressed.
His heart ached so much that he could hardly breathe. Holding Luo Xiaoqian's clothes tightly in his hands, he squatted down weakly, his heart full of guilt and self-blame.
From the beginning of the wedding to now, he has been in a very nervous state almost all day long. Running back and forth, he was already extremely tired. Now that he is suffering from such psychological stimulation, his body is close to collapse.
point.
"Zimo?!" Huangfu Ao worriedly held his shoulders, "Cheer up, there is no blood on Xiao Qian's clothes. I guess that the injured... is not her..."
"The airport..." Leng Zimo suddenly stood up and grabbed Huangfu Ao, "Go to the airport quickly, he must want to take her away..."
"gentlemen!"
Seeing his shaky appearance, Asang and another subordinate immediately held his arm and helped him sit down on the side of the bed.
"Zimo!" Huangfu Ao looked at his pale face, "I'll go, you stay here to rest first..."
Leng Zimo gritted his teeth and stood up, "I'll be with you..."
"No!" Huangfu Ao pressed him onto the bed again, "Xiao Qian is missing and is still waiting for you in the hospital silently. You can't fall down at this time, do you understand?"
Hearing Mo Mo's name, Leng Zimo took a deep breath and said, "Asang, you go with Huangfu!"
"Yes!" Asang immediately ordered a subordinate behind him, "Xiao Cheng, you stay and take care of me."
Several people left quickly, and the subordinate stood beside Leng Zimo with concern, "Sir, would you... drink some water?!"
