Abduct A Mommy And Bring Her Home

Qin Ziqing nodded subconsciously and replied: "Yes, I have to go back to deal with the company's affairs."

Wen Langyun frowned slightly: "Did something happen temporarily?"

Qin Ziqing also said before that she had already settled or postponed all the work, but now she wants to go back early?

Qin Ziqing blinked: "No, I'm just tired of playing here."

Tired of playing.

Wen Langyun lowered his eyes and didn't speak any more, the atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle.

Qin Ziqing frowned, and suddenly felt that there was something wrong with his speech, as if he got tired of Wen Langyun after he got hold of him.

After being silent for a while, Wen Langyun asked again: "When are you leaving?"

"The day after tomorrow." Qin Ziqing shrugged, "I bought the ticket yesterday morning. Fortunately, you came last night. If it's a few days later, you won't be able to see me."

Yesterday morning, before Wen Langyun and Qin Ziqing called.

So it has nothing to do with him.

The atmosphere suddenly relaxed again, Wen Langyun nodded, and leaned back on the chair: "If there is anything that can help, just let me know."

Qin Ziqing squinted his eyes and smiled: "It's all trivial matters, I don't need Mr. Wen's help."

Knowing that Qin Ziqing is about to leave, the remaining time becomes extremely precious. Tomorrow is Qin Ziqing's last day here.

Wen Langyun wasn't sure how long Qin Ziqing's "like" would last, even though she had been very hard on her before, Wen Langyun also knew clearly that this kind of affection was not stable.

She is like a gust of wind. When she is interested, she will wrap around you and dance with you. No matter how tightly you wrap your coat, she can find a gap to slip in, making you truly feel her presence.

But the wind is the wind after all. You don't know when the wind will blow and when it will go away. The wind is something that cannot be grasped or touched.

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and the streets have already been decorated with red, green and green. People are coming and going on the street, and the eyes are full of three colors of red, green and white. There are also people dressed as Santa Claus selling some strange things at the stalls. Weird little thing.

Foreigners attach as much importance to Christmas Eve as Chinese people attach to Spring Festival. Pedestrians on the street have warm smiles on their faces, and Qin Ziqing, parents with their children on the street, is gradually looking outside in a daze.

Wen Langyun looked at her quietly for a while, then asked the person in front to stop the car, and grabbed Qin Ziqing's hand: "Let's go down and have a look."

Qin Ziqing did not resist, and got out of the car with Wen Langyun, and the two blended into the crowd.

Wen Langyun's hands were warm and strong, and he didn't seem to want to let go after getting off the car. Qin Ziqing felt the vibration in his chest became more and more obvious, and then gradually calmed down.

The crowd was surging, and the two held hands. Qin Ziqing never believed in eternity, but at this moment, she had the idea that she could walk with the person next to her forever.

Suddenly, the tip of her nose felt cold, something white fell in front of Qin Ziqing's eyes, and there were several exclamations from the crowd. She looked up and saw holy snowflakes falling from the black sky.

"Wow!"

On such a special day, the falling snow makes people feel comfortable physically and mentally. Qin Ziqing stretched out his hand to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky. Stains, leaving only a trace of coolness.

She bent her eyes, and unconsciously turned her head to look at Wen Langyun: "It's snowing!"

Wen Langyun looked at her tenderly: "Well, it's snowing."

Qin Ziqing was in a daze.

She remembered a sentence she had read somewhere: On a snowy day, a person's beauty will increase a lot more than usual, and the specific increase depends on how much you like that person.

But now Wen Langyun seemed to shine in her eyes.

She suddenly doesn't want to play this kind of chasing game anymore, why bother?

After all, she and Wen Langyun have connected with each other, why waste their time?

Qin Ziqing suddenly felt a strong sense of courage. She gritted her teeth and raised her eyes: "Wen Langyun, you..."

In the middle of speaking, her words suddenly got stuck in her throat. Just behind Wen Langyun, Qin Ziqing saw a man wearing a hat, whose figure was somewhat familiar.

Wasn't that one of the guys who knocked over her ice cream that day?

However, she blinked again, only to find that the man had disappeared.

She got it wrong?

"What's wrong?"

Wen Langyun turned his head slightly, and then turned back quickly. Qin Ziqing also blushed when he saw it again.

Right behind them, there was a couple, they embraced each other tightly, kissing deeply, as if no one else was there.

Qin Ziqing's eyes widened: "I, what I saw just now was not this!"

"Then what are you looking at?"

"...It's nothing, maybe I read it wrong." Qin Ziqing shook his head.

With such an interruption, the courage that was full just now seemed to be like a snowflake, it existed for a short time, but it will disappear after a while.

She pursed her lips and let out a long sigh. Suddenly, a gunshot sounded in the bustling night sky. The peaceful street just now suddenly exploded like a hot oil pan with a drop of water splashed on it.

"Ahhh!!!"

"Run! Help!!"

"Mother--"

Wen Langyun frowned slightly, and the crowd rushed towards them with endless screams, and they were about to hit them. Wen Langyun and Qin Ziqing immediately surrounded several people: "Sir! You and Miss Qin, get in the car first!"

Wen Langyun nodded, and walked forward with Qin Ziqing in his arms, but failed to pull her. Turning his head, Qin Ziqing's body was stiff, as if he was nailed to the ground, his face was pale, and he stared blankly at him. Touching the ground, the body trembled slightly.

Gunshots...blood...mom...

The rush of people fleeing for their lives came fiercely, Wen Langyun didn't care about waiting for Qin Ziqing to regain his sanity, he directly picked her up and ran into the car quickly.

Qin Ziqing glanced back in a daze.

The huge and beautiful Christmas tree in the distance was burning, and the fire rushed to the sky with gray smoke, and the air that was still cold just now carried the smell of burning.

There are several people standing on a high place, wearing strange costumes, holding clubs or iron rods in their hands, and waving them in all directions, creating a chaos of demons.

In the distant sky, for some unknown reason, someone set off fireworks, and the colorful fireworks flew into the night sky. There were two "bangs", and a letter "S" appeared in the dark background.

Wen Langyun and his team got into the car at the fastest speed, and the car rushed out of the street before the crowds completely blocked the road, and those noisy roars and cracks were instantly blocked from the car door.

The riot behind them got farther and farther away, and finally turned into a small dot and disappeared. Wen Langyun breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head, looked at Qin Ziqing in his arms, and frowned slightly.