The seven years between me and Zha Gong

The moonlight shone on the silver fine sand on the small island, making it look extraordinarily deserted and lonely. Qin Huai floated to the shore. He clutched his chest, coughed loudly, and spit out a few mouthfuls of seawater. Blood oozes, his brows and eyes are moist, lying on the beach like a wounded mermaid〇

He coughed a few more times, turned around, listened to the sound of the waves, faced the bright moonlight, and slowly closed his eyes.

On the yacht, Su Linmo's eyes were slumped, and the wet man in black climbed onto the boat, walked up to Su Linmo, and said, "President Su, President Qin was not found."

did not find?Su Linmo's eyes blazed with hope, the place where Qin Huai fell was not in a hurry, it is impossible to find it, there is only one possibility, Qin Huai did not die, he ran away by himself!

Su Linmo came back to life in an instant, and said in a deep voice, "Block the nearby island and search for President Qin with all your strength."

"Yes!" said the bodyguard in black.

Su Linmo looked at the surface of the sea and murmured: "I must get him back, I must get him back..."

Half a month later, at the French airport, a man with medium-length hair and wearing a white suit appeared at the gate of the airport. With a bit of abusive and evil beauty.

He walked out of the airport leisurely, and Qin Lian, who was waiting outside the airport, saw him, got off the car, rushed over to hug him, and smiled brightly: "Brother! Did you really come to France to accompany me?! "

Qin Huai stroked his little brother's soft hair and said, "Good boy, little Lian, long time no see."

"Well, I miss my brother." Qin Lian buried his head in Qin Huai's arms and acted like a baby. He raised his head, saw the scar on the end of Qin Huai's eyebrow, frowned and said, "Brother, why are you hurt?"

Qin Huai raised his hand, stroked the end of his eyebrows, still smiling calmly: "It's okay, I'm knocking."

"Will it hit there?" Qin Lian murmured, "Our brother's face is so beautiful, there are scars, but it's still perfect?!"

"You can really talk." Qin Huai squeezed Qin Lian's little face, Qin Lian hugged Qin Huai happily, and got into the car.

The car drove into the center of France, a luxury apartment was downstairs, Qin Lian got out of the car, and took the elevator to the twelfth floor with Qin Huai on his arm. Qin Lian opened the door and said, "Mom and Dad live in a villa in the suburbs. They lived together, so my father bought this apartment for me." Opening the door, Qin Huai walked into the apartment. The apartment is two floors, decorated in French style, simple and romantic, with warm yellow wallpaper, a big soft bed, and a pair of flowers on the window sill. Pot of small daisies.