Sweet Wife in My Arms

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Yes, she is dirty, she has an unpleasant smell on her body, but now, no one will say that she is dirty,

She is very clean, clean in the eyes, clean in the soul.

"Excuse me, can I use your mobile phone?" Her mobile phone had no signal from the beginning, and it has no electricity until now, and Lu Jin's mobile phone has been lost in the hotel and has been smashed. The body was crushed, and even the body could not be found.

"Yes," the reporter quickly took out his mobile phone to Yan Huan.

Yan Huan took it, and then dialed Lu Yi's phone. She was nervous, she was uncomfortable, and she missed him.

"Hey..." There was a man's voice over there, with a trace of unspeakable fatigue, which was audible from his voice.

"Lu Yi, it's me."

Yan Huan sucked her nose, but in this sentence, she was about to cry, and almost couldn't say the second sentence.

"Huanhuan, is it you?"

"Well," Yan Huan sobbed, "It's me."

Lu Yi squeezed the phone in his hand, "Are you okay?" And the sweat in his palm wasn't going out.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Yan Huan sucked his nose. "Dad is also very good. Dad is very powerful. He is our pride. You don't know, he saved more than 20 people by himself. He took everyone, A total of more than 200 people have been rescued."

"I'm also very powerful," she cried, laughing, and crying, "I saved five people myself, all of which I dug out of the ruins myself."

"Yeah, Huanhuan is very powerful and a good soldier," Lu Yi also had hot eyes and a sour nose, and a big man also cried. The man did not cry easily. He didn’t cry until he was sad, but because He moved, he moved for her, and he was grateful for her being alive.

Yan Huan wiped her tears, "Okay, I’m going to save someone, this is someone else’s cell phone, it’s a reporter’s, and you can help me contact Sister Luo and let her use my name Donate 50 million in my name to go out."

"Okay," Lu Yi agreed, and the next words were choked in his throat again.

Yan Huan hung up the phone and returned it to the reporter. There were still tears in the corner of his eyes, but he smiled hard, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," the reporter retracted his cell phone, but also couldn't help but wiped his tears.

Yan Huan stood up and she ran forward.

"Has it been photographed?" The reporter turned around and asked the photographer behind him.

"Well, it was taken."

"Very good, this must be broadcast, what a good positive energy, and may also attract a large wave of donations. In the face of national justice, everything is small."

"Okay," the cameraman promised, and this will be broadcast soon. He also hopes that everyone will see this positive energy, and the natural disasters are merciless, but people are sentimental.

On the TV screen, the Ningshi earthquake at this time almost hurt everyone's heart. All entertainment was stopped. Everyone was on the side of the TV. Even the youngest child may feel it. Adults are heavy, so they are all silent.

The most broadcast on TV every day is about the disaster area, and this progress has been 48 hours since the earthquake in Ning.

At this time, in the camera, I saw a thin woman standing in the distance, her face was dirty, her clothes were ragged, her hands were almost covered with wounds, and suddenly, she covered her face She cried like this, her shoulders were trembling from time to time, the kind of silent, depressive, almost all made everyone feel her sad, her heartbroken.

Yan Huan raised her face, her face was really dirty, and she couldn’t see what she looked like anymore, but she could still feel it. She was very beautiful, but now she wanted a beautiful face. What use.

She borrowed a phone from the reporter and called her family. The tearful smile and the crying comfort.

"I am fine, and my father is fine."

"Dad saved us more than two hundred."

"I am also very powerful. I also saved five people, all of which I dug out by hand."

"You tell me Sister Luo and let her donate the 50 million yuan in my name."

She didn't make a show, she didn't know that others were filming her, she was just talking about what she should say, what she wanted to say, she didn't have any falsehood, she just wanted the people she loved to rest assured.

Rest assured, she is fine.

Rest assured, she saved a lot of people here.

Rest assured, be proud of her.

Also, the 50 million she donated.

And almost all on this day, everyone knows a name called Yan Huan, such a beautiful and delicate woman, but now she is making herself like a beggar, she is moving with the man The bricks save people. She seems to be eating dried noodles with cut throat. If she can’t drink water, she will drink rain water. Sometimes she can’t eat a bite. She ignores the image and lies on the ground. There are people on the ground who may be buried underneath. She can carry a man who is more than her body taller than his body.

On this day, I don't know how many people were infected by this woman, but also moved by this woman, and there was this woman named Yan Huan, the father-in-law.

That was no one else, it was General Lu Jinlu.

The name of General Lu Jin and General Lu also began to make many people familiar with it.

At this time, even the military district was alarmed. Lu Jin had not returned yet, but his rank was promoted again. She is not a general, but a commander. Lu Jin has been sitting above the general's position for more than ten years. He also thought about going up one level, but the next level is more difficult than going to the sky, and he may not have dreamed of it now. He is doing The thing that should be done is because his daughter-in-law has a few words, this is how the job goes up.

At this time, he did not know that he was still saving people.

The 50 million yuan donated by Yan Huan quickly arrived on the account, and other artists and actors could not have fallen behind when they wanted to. Everyone was fighting for donations, and the number would not be small.

Rowling sent a few photos on Yanhuan Weibo. They were all taken by others. The words on the photos really couldn’t be said to be beautiful. She was worn out, with a gray face and mud. There is no image. She sits on the ground and eats instant noodles. A photo of her carrying a big man on her back. Her hands are hurt. She is holding a child and singing to the child. This is the real hero, the real woman, and the real shadow.