you are deep in the stars

The train slowly stopped at the station, and Mrs. Zhou was still packing her luggage. Zhou Yong had already rushed into the carriage in three steps at a time. When he saw his wife who was safe and sound, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Mrs. Zhou was surprised: "Hey, why are you here?"

"I happened to have something to do with the train conductor." There were many flight attendants in the carriage, and Zhou Yong didn't say much. He took the luggage bag with one hand and his wife with the other, "Let's go, go home first."

The atmosphere seemed loving and harmonious. After the two got off the train, even the flight attendants were whispering, envious that Mrs. Zhou married a good man, but at the same time, they were a little worried—they only received instructions from their superiors after the train started. , and asked Mrs. Zhou to be taken to the VIP compartment for key protection. It sounds like something went wrong.

The people coming out of each compartment gathered together and slowly moved towards the exit like quicksand. Zhou Yong opened his arms, wrapped his wife in his arms, and firmly protected her.He was paying attention to the movements around him all the way, and he still didn't relax his vigilance until he got back in the car.

"Did something happen?" Mrs. Zhou asked in a low voice and uneasily.

"We'll talk about it when we get home." Zhou Yong smiled at her, "Close your eyes and rest for a while."

Mrs. Zhou nodded, but unconsciously clenched her sleeves tightly.

The atmosphere in the car was very quiet, so quiet that it was a bit depressing.The uneasiness in Mrs. Zhou's heart became more and more intense. The blood on her face had been washed clean at some point, leaving only a piece of paper-like paleness. Until she followed her husband back to the warm home, her body was still involuntarily. The ground was trembling, and when he squatted down to change his slippers, he almost fell to the ground.

Zhou Yong hugged her tightly in his arms, his strong arms were like iron hoops.

During the long silence, Mrs. Zhou felt a biting cold. She faintly realized something, even if it was something she didn't want to admit from the bottom of her heart.Or, in fact, from the first day when the ability appeared, she had already anticipated this day, but she didn't expect it to come so soon.

"It's okay." Zhou Yong's voice was hoarse, "Don't be afraid."

"What do you know?" Mrs. Zhou asked, her teeth chattering unconsciously.

Zhou Yong hesitated for a moment, then answered her: "Everything."

Mrs. Zhou's legs gave way, and she fell onto the sofa.

After a long time, she covered her face with her hands and began to cry.

The wind roared outside the window, hitting the window recklessly, bringing a palpitating noise, whirring and rolling up the white snow and yellow dust in the sky.

Han Zhuo wrapped Bai Xi tightly in his coat, and hurried back to his residence.

"Ahem!" Bai Xi coughed heavily from the smell of smoke in the corridor, he rubbed his red nose, "Will I catch a cold tomorrow?"

"Standing by the fried stall for more than half an hour and eating a bunch of unhygienic junk food, even if you don't catch a cold, the probability of your throat being inflamed is higher than 50.00%." ​​Han Zhuo replied.

Bai Xi took out a tissue to wipe her nose: "Do you know what the standard answer to this kind of question is when you're in a relationship?"

"Huh?" Mr. Han thought for a while and said sincerely, "I don't know."

"Anyway, it's definitely not a well-founded scientific analysis." Bai Xi lay on the sofa, "Otherwise, the probability of you falling in love is also higher than 50.00%."

Han Zhuo was amused, so he helped him prepare warm water and cold medicine, squeezed another glass of clear pear juice, and brought them to the living room when Bai Xi was looking for his mobile phone.

"It's almost eleven o'clock." Han Zhuo reminded him, "Who do you want to call?"

"I sent a text message to Mrs. Zhou before, but she didn't reply." Bai Xi said, "The train should have arrived long ago. I'm a little worried."

"No need to call." Han Zhuo took the phone away from him, "She's fine."

"How do you know?" Bai Xi was a little puzzled.

Han Zhuo sat beside him: "On the way to the train station, there is a car following us."

Bai Xi was surprised when he heard this: "Are you sure?"

Han Zhuo nodded. At the beginning, he thought it was his own illusion, so he deliberately took a detour. As a result, although the previous black car did not keep up, he switched to another red car and continued to follow. The opponent who came out was a veteran, and he was well prepared.

"Then I sent a text message to Mr. Zhou." Han Zhuo took out an old-fashioned straight cell phone from his pocket, "The new card reminds him that Mrs. Zhou has already boarded the train."

"That's the only sentence?" Bai Xi asked.

"He can understand what this sentence means." Han Zhuo said, "Even if he doesn't understand, any wife who loves her husband deeply will not simply read the story. He is a government official and wants to put the It is much easier to protect people than us.”

As soon as the words finished, Bai Xi received a call from Mrs. Zhou. Her voice sounded a little tired, but it was as calm as ever.

"I'm already home." She said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, I just saw the text message."

"It's okay." Bai Xi breathed a sigh of relief, "Then you should have a good rest."

"Goodbye." Mrs. Zhou said in a hurry, and then pressed the hang up button before her emotions collapsed.

……

Bai Xi looked at Han Zhuo, with an ominous premonition in his heart.

His sixth sense has always been as accurate as radar in terms of reporting bad news and not good news, although it does sound like a crow - contacting the identities of Zhou's parents, the tracking incident at the train station, and Mrs. Zhou's display on the phone just now, Failing to pretend to be calm, his first reaction was to call Zhou Jing.

Han Zhuo didn't stop him.

A sweet voice prompt came from the receiver: "The phone you dialed has been turned off."

"It's over." Bai Xi was really flustered this time, "Is it an underground warehouse? Or Wu Zigang?"

"It's unlikely to be Wu Zigang. We've been actively contacting Zhou Yong recently. Before the results come out, he doesn't need to take risks and do such things." Han Zhuo said, "It's very possible that the underground warehouse will use Mrs. Zhou and Zhou Jing to threaten Zhou Yong. Bravery is Shi Tian's consistent style of doing things."

"Then what are we going to do now?" Bai Xi asked again.

"If it's an underground warehouse, then at least Zhou Jing will not be in personal danger for the time being." Han Zhuo patted him on the shoulder, then called Wang Yuanchen, roughly told him about it, and reminded him to keep an eye on Liu Chunchun recently.

"Whose phone is it?" Liu Chunchun just came out with two glasses of milk.

Wang Yuanchen asked casually, "Zhou Jing is your college classmate?"

Suddenly hearing this name, Liu Chunchun's wrist softened, and he almost spilled milk on Mr. Wang's beloved leather sofa.He was surprised and embarrassed, and there was a trace of dissatisfaction caused by being offended, but it was rare for him to express his opinion directly: "Without permission, why did you ask Brother Bai about my college days?"

Wang Yuanchen was a little puzzled, but he was keenly aware that there might be other inside stories, so he didn't deny it directly, but raised his eyebrows slightly, and said speciously: "Oh?"

"Zhou Jing already has a boyfriend, and I don't like other people joking about it. Please don't bring it up again." Liu Chun said seriously.

This time it was Mr. Wang's turn with a serious expression: "Why, she is your ex-girlfriend?"

Liu Chunchun was stunned by the words "ex-girlfriend", but before he could explain, Wang Yuanchen had already held his shoulders with both hands, lifted him up in the air like a carrot in the mud, and then carried him straight through the guest room. The living room is placed on the edge of the balcony window.

"Say." He ordered briefly.

Looking at the resentful and serious eyes of the other party, Liu Chunchun felt that if he didn't cooperate, he would be thrown out of the window in the next second, or at least hung up on the clothes rail.

Reasoning with a cranky alien doesn't sound like a great deal.So Liu Chunchun had no choice but to temporarily abandon the dignity of the earthlings, and fully confessed what happened in the university.

"Never dated?" Wang Yuanchen's tone softened slightly, "What's the reason?"

"There's still a reason for this. I don't like it." Liu Chunchun sniffed, "I've always felt sorry for Zhou Jing because of this. By the way, you haven't said why you brought this up suddenly?"

"Because she was kidnapped." Wang Yuanchen replied lightly.

Liu Chunchun's jaw almost fell from the shock: "What?"

"At present, there are only suspects, and I'm not sure who did it." Wang Yuanchen carried him back to the sofa, "So just now Han Zhuo called and asked me to pay attention to your safety."

"Did you call the police?" Liu Chunchun asked nervously.

Wang Yuanchen asked back: "Is it useful to call the police?"

"Of course it's useful. To protect the people...wait a minute," Liu Chunchun suddenly realized something was wrong. "Someone is going to kidnap Zhou Jing, how do you know?"

Wang Yuanchen slightly raised his eyebrows.

Liu Chunchun thundered: "Is she also an alien?"

Wang Yuanchen reached out and patted his side face to show his approval.

Liu Chunchun felt that his three views had collapsed again, and he even wondered in horror, could the earth have already been occupied by aliens long ago, and humans only accounted for a very small number—otherwise, why do all the people around him seem to be Ultraman?

"What are you in a daze for again?" Wang Yuanchen interrupted his wild thoughts.

"Is something really wrong with Zhou Jing?" Liu Chunchun asked, "Is there anything I can do?"

"You can't do anything." Wang Yuanchen took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, with a perfunctory attitude, "Just stay by my side honestly."

Liu Chunchun agreed sullenly, still feeling worried.

……

Holding the phone in his hands, Bai Xi waited for an entire hour, but he still didn't wait for Zhou Yong's call.

"He is a government official, and the underground warehouse is the partner of the government." Han Zhuo covered his eyes from behind, "Even if Zhou Yong wants to contact us, do you think he still has a mobile phone that is not monitored?"

"Then we can only be so passive?" Bai Xi asked, "I really blame myself. Could it be that the underground warehouse attacked Zhou Jing because we contacted Uncle Zhou?"

"Want to hear the truth?" Han Zhuo nodded, "It's possible."

Bai Xi clenched her fist unconsciously.

The phone on the coffee table rang again without warning.

"Who is it?" Han Zhuo frowned slightly.

Bai Xi picked it up and only glanced at it, and immediately shoved the phone into Mr. Han's hand as if being burned by fire. The headache was comparable to watching "The Big Hawthorn of Love" five times in a row.

"Mark Lee?" Han Zhuo felt a little bit of hell, "Why does he have your phone number?"

The author has something to say: Mark Lee is the director of the big hawthorn of love...