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Ming Ye Leng also glanced out the window. The hospital that was destroyed in the explosion had already been torn down and built into another building. It looked like it hadn't been the same.

The bustling streets now have nothing left of them at all.

Lin Motong looked at the scenery outside and couldn't help muttering, "Here... everything here is so familiar..."

She felt a little lost for a while, as if she had been here before, and she didn't seem to remember at all.

Suddenly, a splitting headache swept over her.

She hugged her head and couldn't bear the fragmented memories remaining in her mind.

"Stop!" Leng ordered tomorrow night.

Yan Manqing reminded: "A Leng, it's late, we can't go too late to be rude."

Lin Motong realized that the cold parking was for herself tomorrow night, she insisted and said, "Master, I do feel a little uncomfortable. I'm really sorry. You let me get off on the side of the road. I just walk back and have a rest. All right."

"Okay, get out of the car." Yan Manqing saw the car stop and opened the door to let Lin Motong out.

Lin Motong got out of the car, but suddenly the world turned around and fell unsteadily.

Tomorrow night cold stretched out his hand and held her in time.

Yan Manqing saw a burst of jealousy and had to say: "A Leng, let's go to the appointment first, and let the subordinates send her back."

"Cancel tonight's dinner." Ming Ye Leng said immediately.

"What? A Leng, aren't you kidding me? The person who invited us is a friend of my father, and even a Swiss diplomat. If you go to meet him, it will only do you good and no harm. In order to send Lin Motong back. , Do you want to cancel the dinner?" Yan Manqing roared inexplicably, losing his temper at Ming Ye for the first time.

Seeing them arguing, Yueyue and Ruirui were attracted by Lin Motong and yelled in a low voice: "Titomi, Hitomi!"

"If I say cancel, I will cancel." Ming Ye finished coldly, closing the door with a bang, "You are willing to go, go by yourself."

Yan Manqing never mustered the courage to get out of the car and go to the banquet by herself.

The car headed back to where it came from.

When he arrived at the place to live, tomorrow night cold ordered: "pack up things immediately and return to China."

"A Leng, what's the matter with you? Even if Lin Motong is unaccustomed, just take a break, and our affairs will continue. How can we rush back right away for her?" Yan Manqing thinks more and more. Is not reconciled.

Ming Ye looked at her coldly: "I have something urgent. It is your freedom to leave or stay."

Seeing his resolute attitude, Yan Manqing's eyes were affirming that he couldn't hold his beak, and compromised: "I will also pack things."

Going upstairs, she packed the box, but the breath in her heart made her slam the box open again, and the contents were all on the ground.

When Lin Motong woke up, everyone had already boarded the plane directly.

She couldn't help but wonder: "Master, where are we going?"

"You are sick and we are going back to China." Yan Manqing said, her face very ugly.

"It doesn't matter, I can hold on." Lin Motong said hurriedly, "Don't do it for me..."

Yan Manqing glared at her: "A-Leng is a diplomat. Those who may become president in the future will not be saved from death, and will not fail to care about the interests of ordinary civilians."

The implication is that cold tomorrow is the same for everyone, there is no special case.