Deep love never ends

"If you have an accident or regret halfway, it will bite back on you. It's not fun, and it's uncertain that your brother will suffer with you."

The confrontation that originally developed to the present is the situation that will never die in the future.

Even if I wanted to quit and get things done peacefully, it would have been impossible.

Qin Langjun said don't get involved. Let me let go of the situation and leave all the rest to him.

I don't want to, but I can't.

Even if I don't take the initiative, Wen Ni won't give up.

"I want a specific way."

An Xun still wanted to sell off, I frowned and said again.

The tone is still firm.

These things have been figured out long ago. Now I am stepping on Qin Langjun's bottom line, a little temptation, or even provocation.

The cycle of death like this.

I don't even know whether the final termination will be my own initiative to stop, or if I'm too busy and die.

Probably only when he said something really important, an Xun's face became serious.

At least not the cynical and casual mood just now.

This sudden serious and serious appearance makes me feel a little uncomfortable.

When he handed me something, there was a movement over there.

But this movement came quickly.

There was no time to respond or evacuate.

Someone came out around the corner.

I subconsciously looked over and saw Qin Langjun coming out from there.

The pace is very fast, and the cold style suit on his body makes his momentum cooler.

And came straight at me without a pause.

My hand was pulled out of an Xun's hand.

Palm down, clench the USB flash disk in the palm.

When Qin Langjun came over and pulled me, I hid the USB flash drive without any trace.

He held me with great strength.

You can see the anger in your eyes clearly.

The tone sounded more like questioning, and the anger and worry were almost substantive.

Even if he doesn't say, such a rigid atmosphere can be felt clearly.

"Go."

Qin Langjun's voice was cold. Even if there was only such a word, people didn't dare to question it at will.

The people behind quickly followed.

Not only the people brought by Qin Langjun, but also the bodyguards I threw away. Now they are standing there with a vegetable face, head down, full of anxiety and fear.

The people sent by an Xun to wait were half a beat slower than these people before they ran up.

His face is more unspeakable.

Such an atmosphere is more chaotic than expected.

"Why, I haven't finished yet. What's this for?"

An Xun stood in front with a cynical smile on his face.

Just that kind of smile, at this time, looks more like a provocation.

Qin Langjun paused, but he didn't see an Xun. His sight was still on me.

He clenched my wrist, a little strong, held my hand and broke it off.

Originally, my five fingers were closed, but now he broke them, and the palm of my hand was completely spread upward.

Open your hand. There's nothing in it.

Empty.

Rao, my back is still sweating, and even my palms are wet.

Just when he grabbed my wrist, I took the opportunity to put things in my pocket.

However, there is no guarantee that this thing will be safe or really hidden.

There was nothing in his hand, but his eyebrows didn't stretch much.

Still staring at me.

My whole back is tight, but my face is as relaxed as possible, trying not to see the slightest emotion.

No one answered what an Xun said.

I don't have time to go to Guan anhun.

What I'm more worried about now is whether my things will be found.

I don't think this thing given to me by an Xun is just for fun. If something really important and core is found, let's not talk about whether the plan will miscarry.

Just the way Qin Langjun was really angry, I don't want to experience it.

I looked up at him.

"What are you doing here?"

He asked me.

The voice is not so dumb.

But I don't know if it's my illusion. I always feel that this voice is hoarse and deep.

"Just in time," I said.

The remaining light from the corner of the eye looked to the side.

An Xun was still standing there, but the two groups of people on the other side didn't have a good atmosphere.

I'm afraid if Qin Langjun isn't here now, we'll start working here long ago.

Where can I hold such anger and stand there looking at each other with hatred.

"Yo, are you so possessive that you have to ask such a big question when you happen to meet your friends."

An Xun was not afraid of death, but still gathered up and said without knowing what to do.

When Qin Langjun's face was gloomy, he said slowly, "if I really made an appointment with her on purpose and secretly came to meet, do you think you have to be angry now?"

An Xun didn't seem to feel the atmosphere at all.

It's not urgent or slow to say so.

The tone is also prolonged, full of ambiguous emotions.

When I heard this, I suddenly clicked in my heart, frowned and looked at him.

Seeing an Xun's dandy standing with his hands in his pockets, he still couldn't stop his anger.

Originally, the atmosphere was very tense. I tried to get rid of this stubble. I didn't want to be watched at such a critical time, and I didn't want all the plans to fall short.

But I didn't expect that an Xun was still so arbitrary and perverse.

When he was wayward, he did not care about the overall situation at all, but completely according to his own mind.

Such provocative words, not to mention Qin Langjun's emotion, I turned my head and looked at an Xun angrily.

It's just useless.

Ann Hoon still goes his own way.

It seems that even if Qin Langjun is angry now, he is not afraid at all.

Fortunately, what I was most worried about didn't happen.

By such a interruption, I just took something from an Xun's hand and didn't investigate it again.

I'm in a trance. I don't even know what I'm thinking.

In this ironic dispute between you and me, I was distracted.

The verbal confrontation between the two of them disappeared when they returned to God.

But the atmosphere is even worse than just now.

Qin Langjun didn't know what he said. When I came back, I only heard the second half of the sentence.

Anyway, the tone is not so good, and an Xun's face is not so good.

What I said just now must not be good.

Otherwise, according to an Xun's jumping character, how could he suddenly be so quiet, with a slightly angry mood of suffocation.