The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

The junction between Qizhou and Country K.

On the deserted ground, there were pieces of the plane scattered all over the place, and there were traces of blood.

Jiang Ze looked extremely solemn, his whole face was gloomy, and his clothes were extremely dirty.

He worked tirelessly with people, checking and searching everywhere.

Search and rescue... there is almost no hope.

When Su Mucheng arrived, she saw the wreckage of the plane there and felt that the blood in her body had been stopped and could not flow. It was solidified in her blood vessels, which made her miserable.

Her face was extremely pale, and her lips turned purple from her pursed lips.

"Little sister..."

When Jiang Ze saw the person, he got up and walked over there. His voice was so low that he didn't even dare to look her in the eyes.

"How is it? What's the situation now?"

When she spoke, Su Mucheng's voice was terrifyingly hoarse.

There were no tears in those red eyes.

Just looked straight at Jiang Ze, waiting for his answer.

Never before had Jiang Ze found words so difficult to speak.

He lowered his eyes and was dressed in dirty clothes. His hands were cut and bleeding while handling them.

"After the inspection, it is the remains of our special plane."

The rest, he couldn't say.

Hang Ti and Fu Shuang followed behind, with dull faces. They never expected that it would be like this.

"No, he'll be fine."

The voice was very low, but extremely solemn. Su Mucheng didn't believe that something would happen to him.

She moved her legs towards the wreckage of the plane. Jiang Ze wanted to stop her, but he reached halfway and did not dare to move.

Su Mucheng knelt down and picked up some blood-stained fragments.

From my wrist to my fingertips, I was shaking violently.

Little by little, she picked it up without saying a word.

Didn't cry, didn't ask.

In the end, he just held it carefully in his arms, placed it on his heart, and pressed it firmly.

His eyes were extremely red, but no tears were shed.

.........

The news was completely blocked.

The area where the incident occurred was cleaned up by professionals.

Still holding on to a little bit of hope, people were sent to conduct a comprehensive search and rescue operation nearby.

Mo Chi and Anya sat blankly in Mo Garden, their faces bloodless.

Su Mucheng did not return to the manor, nor did she return to Haishi.

She hugged the pile of plane wreckage and found a hotel to check into.

Hang Ti and Fu Shuang spent a lot of effort to find her.

A presidential suite was immediately opened next to her room.

The two of them were currently lying on Su Mucheng's door, their whole ears eager to get in the door.

"Shuang'er, did you hear anything?"

Hang Ti's delicate facial features were squeezed out of shape, and she frowned and asked Fu Shuang.

Fu Shuang shook his head: "This is the presidential suite, the sound insulation is very good."

The space inside is so big, how can I hear it?

"Then what to do!"

Hang Ti leaned against the door with an irritated face. Her senior sister had not spoken since she got the news until now.

No crying or fuss.

The mood seems to be particularly stable.

But it was this kind of stability that made each of them feel more and more unsure.

Hang Ti took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Jiang Ze: [How is the Mo family doing? 】

Jiang Ze, who had just come out of Mo Garden, rubbed his brows tiredly, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, he was exhausted.

After receiving the message, I immediately replied: [Uncle is fine, but aunt is the saddest thing. 】

Anya almost fainted from crying.

Now Mo Chi is taking care of her.

Jiang Ze: [Where is my sister-in-law?How about it? 】

Hang Ti glanced at the closed door and said, "It's not that good. There's no sound or movement." 】

inside the room.

Su Mucheng sat on the bed, still holding the pile of plane wreckage in her arms, curled up in the same position, not moving.

Eyes remain red.

The air conditioner was not turned on, and my whole body was freezing.

In the dark and empty room, the girl's hoarse voice was particularly deep: "Yan Chen, I'm so cold and I want you to hug me."

"Yan Chen, are you punishing me? Punishing me for sealing your memory with my own hands."

"I know you're okay because I'm still here and you don't want me to feel sad."

"You will be afraid that I will go to my little brother."

The voice was wooden and hollow.

She moved, making a small sound, got out of bed with bare feet, and threw the things in her arms into the trash can.

"I know this isn't your blood."

She suddenly turned on the wall lamp and was plunged into darkness for so long that the light stung her eyes.

Su Mucheng went to the bathroom barefoot, turned on the shower, and took a bath.

Close your eyes and let the water pour from your head.

A delicate face became increasingly pale, almost transparent.

Her hands were clenched into fists, and her whole body was shaking violently. She bit her lips and bled because she tried to hold back.

Ten minutes later, she came out with wet hair and was sitting on the sofa, motionless.

"Yan Chen, I want you to help me dry my hair."

"I'm lazy and can't blow. It's wet. Are you worried that I'll catch a cold?"

"I don't have a washcloth anymore." She whispered, curling up thinly on the sofa.

Staring at the trash can, there was deathly silence.

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