Then, a picture fell straight down

When Qianchou saw this picture, the whole person was stunned.

"This..." "Jixiao, Jixiao! Jixiao is still alive! Jixiao is still alive. He has taken a picture with Yu Chen! Where is he now? "

Qian Chou looks nervous and his language is short. He grabs the assassin and asks questions.

"Why are you all hiding from me? You know clearly that mu Jixiao is still alive, he is still alive! Why are all of you deceiving me? I can't understand what you're trying to do? Why can't you tell me the truth? You all know the importance of mujixiao to me When Qianchou talked about it, she burst into tears

Tears pattered down. She was helpless and confused. She looked up at the assassination and looked up at Quan Shaocheng and Ning Huan on the stairs.

"You all know he's still alive..." Qian Chou's sight fell on the tea table again and saw that he had drunk more than half of the black coffee.

"Jixiao's favorite black coffee!" Qianchou reached out to touch the cup, the temperature of the cup is still hot!

"He must be here. The coffee is still hot!" Qianchou's mood is more and more excited, so many years, that dust laden man in her heart has come back from the dead, who will be happy!

The assassin looked at Qian Chou and suddenly laughed at her. The smile was not as cynical as before, but a very serious one.

"A thousand worries." The assassin reached out and took Qianchou's hand. He squeezed her hand as if it was the last time.

After Qian Chou calmed down a little, he looked at the assassin in front of him, "what's the matter?"

The assassin said with a smile: "the fifth is not dead, he is still alive, he is living well."

"You found him! You really found him! Where is he now? "

"It wasn't I who found him, but he showed up." Compared with the excitement and joy of a thousand worries, the assassination is extremely calm.

He smiles and nods at Qianchou.

He is no longer frivolous, no longer impetuous, no longer rhetoric, but extremely serious looking at the thousand worries in front of him.

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

Such an assassination is too serious and serious. It is quite different from ordinary assassinations.

"A thousand worries." The assassin took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and held Qianchou tightly, "call me husband, and I will tell you where he is." When the assassin said this, his voice was shaking.

The assassination, which had always been full of confidence, was shaken badly this time.

Thousand worry puzzled, looking at the assassination, did not want to call him: "husband, you..." Qian Chou thinks that the assassination is a little strange and wants to ask him what's wrong with him, but he is interrupted by the assassination.

The assassination is to use a kiss to interrupt the next words of Qianchou.

"Well..." Qian Chou reached out to the assassin's chest and felt a little puzzled about the kiss.

For the last time.

This is really the last time.

It's time for him, a late man, to make way.

"Qianchou, he's in the back garden. Go to him. You want to see him, and he wants to see you."

"Back garden? Is he here? " Qian Chou smiles.

"Yes, go." The assassin also smiles at Qianchou, reaches out to hold her face and wipes away her tears painfully.

As long as a thousand worries are happy, what is his sacrifice? Seeing her tears, seeing her sad, he is the most miserable, isn't he?

Qian Chou nodded and ran quickly towards the back garden

The assassin kept looking at Qianchou until he entered the back garden through the corridor and disappeared in his sight. Only then did the assassin take back his sight

"Ah..." Assassin chuckles, tears for the first time.

Ning Huan saw the picture in front of her eyes, her eyes were red, and she didn't know what to do. Did she go up to comfort the assassin? But how to comfort him?

"Assassination." Quan Shaocheng stretched out his hand and took Ning Huan into his arms. Then he called out.

The assassin's back has been, and soon adjusted his mood, smiling at Quan Shaocheng and Ning.

He waved his hand, the same way he used to be.

"Go ahead, wave and say goodbye."

"Assassination..." Ning Huan sobbed out the name of the assassination.

"What are you doing? How do you make it look like you're going to die? My mission is over and it's time to announce my exit. "

"Quit Assassinate you Don't you compete with mujixiao? "

"Competition?" The assassin shook his head with a smile, "if there is no fight, I will have lost."

Ning Huan is speechless and choking.

Quan Shaocheng calmly looked at the assassination, "decided?"

The assassin nodded, "well, it's decided."

Decided to give up, decided to quit the film of the three of them, decided to leave without trace.This love, he made up his mind from the beginning, even if there is no reply, he will always love, but he did not expect that he will melt her heart, she will give him a reply.

This is enough, as for the next love, let mujixiao continue.

He will love her quietly, no matter where he is, no matter where he is in the world.

It is said that a drunken solution to a thousand worries, even if he is drunk, he can not solve the thousand worries.

The assassin took a deep breath and looked at the worried Ning Huan. "Little girl, don't worry about me too much. I'm not as vulnerable as you think. Don't cry your nose, or your husband won't let me go."

Ning Huan nods, but her eyes are still red. She loves the decision to assassinate as a friend.

Let go, how difficult is it?

Quan Shaocheng held Ning Huan's hand and then asked the assassin, "where are you going? Cold jade? "

"I haven't planned to go back to Leng Fei for the time being. Let's have a rest for a while. If you have something to say to me, you can come at any time." The voice dropped, the assassin waved, and this time he really left.

He walked out of the villa as fast as he could. Ning Huan knew how hard it was to assassinate him. He kept covering up his pain and quickened his pace to leave. He should want to find a place where he was alone to lick the wound

There are few times when an assassin looks serious, even when he is in a critical situation, he can smile as if he is nothing.

There were only two times, one was when he confessed to Qianchou, and the other was today.

"Husband, assassinate him..."

Right Shaocheng pacifies Ning Huan, "he will be OK."

Ning Huan clenched her lower lip, or I couldn't believe that the assassin would give up a thousand worries!

"Did he really give up? Did he give up a thousand worries? Did he choose to leave? "

"Well."

"To let go is also a kind of happiness?" For the first time, a big question arose.

"I'll never let you go in my life." He tightened the strength of his hand, eyes light a Lin, reached out to press her small head, "because except me, no one can give you happiness."

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