The Pillow of the Bad President

The tall and straight figure slowly turned around in her line of sight.Please () see the most complete!The fastest updated novel!

Just like a slow-motion picture in a movie, in such a background, people's breathing becomes slow.

After seeing that handsome facial features clearly, Sang Xiaoyu was really sure that it was really him, but she was still shocked, how could someone from far away in Tibet appear here, but this is not an illusion, so real!

It's been nearly half a year...

Since he left South Africa, such a long time has passed in the blink of an eye. He is visibly thinner and his outline is deeper than before. The cynical and lazy look between his eyebrows and eyes seems to have disappeared, replaced by silence.

Qin Sinian was wearing charcoal-gray clothes, and the shirt and trouser legs had obvious wrinkles.

He walked towards her with long legs, walking faster and faster, until he was about to stand in front of her, then he slowed down a bit, his chest rose and fell slightly, peach blossom eyes fixed on her urgently, looking up and down.

Sang Xiaoyu opened his mouth, "Why are you here?"

"Are you okay? Is there any injury?"

The voices of the two of them sounded almost at the same time, both asking each other.

Seeing him staring at her for a moment, Sang Xiaoyu drooped her eyelashes slightly, and replied with a slight smile, "I'm fine, I'm not injured! When the earthquake happened, I happened to be in the car, and I was in the car with my colleagues as soon as possible. They ran out and escaped unharmed!"

Although there is still a lot of fear in my heart, I am even more fortunate that I have recovered my life. When encountering such a devastating natural disaster, it is God's kindness to be safe and sound.

After Qin Sinian heard her answer, the tense muscles around his thin lips relaxed slightly.

Even so, his eyes still didn't move away from her, as if he wanted to see if there were any hidden dangers, and there was deep concern and worry hidden in the deepest part of his eyes.

Sang Xiaoyu swallowed secretly, brought his handsome facial features into his eyes again, the corners of his mouth twitched, "Long time no see..."

"Long time no see." Qin Sinian pulled his lips.

Really long time no see...

Six months, is it long?

Perhaps for others, it is just the sand passing through the fingertips, fleeting, but for him, it is so difficult, almost counting the days, every day, every minute, every second, is suffering And muddled.

Sang Xiaoyu was also fluctuating in her heart. She didn't expect that they would meet again in such a situation. It reminded her of her experience in Yunnan...

Only now they...

Gathering his mind, Sang Xiaoyu asked again, "Why are you in South Africa? I heard from Xiaobai that you went to aid Tibet..."

"En." Qin Sinian's Adam's apple moved slightly.

As for how he appeared in South Africa...

In the past six months, although he was far away on the Tibetan Plateau, more than [-] kilometers away from her, he has been paying attention to the news from South Africa, and it seems that he can feel her presence from those traces.

At noon yesterday, when the female announcer reported a 6.8-magnitude earthquake with a serious face, the death toll was unknown, and there were many Chinese among the victims, and her mobile phone continued to be disconnected, he was so worried that he was about to go crazy!

The embassy couldn't be contacted, and couldn't confirm whether she was safe. Qin Sinian couldn't wait for a second, so he ran here without thinking...

Seeing her calm and peaceful gaze, and the slight movement of the protruding Adam's apple, he finally just said in a low voice, "There is a seminar here to exchange ideas. In the event of an earthquake, there are not enough medical personnel who need to come to rescue. I will help!"

I don't know if she breathed a sigh of relief, but Sang Xiaoyu nodded slowly with her hands curled behind her back, "Oh, so that's how it is!"

"Hmm." Qin Sinian said harshly.

It became silent for a while, and the morning light shone between the two of them.

Sang Xiaoyu was the first to speak, and said with a smile, "There are many injured people on the roads and slums, so go get busy!"

"Okay!" Qin Sinian whispered, without saying anything, turned and left in silence.

Sang Xiaoyu also turned around and went back to the container again, but after taking two steps, she couldn't help looking back, the tall and straight figure cast a long shadow on the ground, and she was also turning around to look back at her, just in time her eyes were in the air collided.

A certain nerve in her head seemed to have been stung by a bee, she withdrew it in a panic, and quickly got into the container.

Without daring to look back, Sang Xiaoyu held his palms lightly.

Yi Xuan popped her head out from inside, frowned and approached her, "Sister Xiaoyu, that...isn't that your ex-husband?"

"Yes." Sang Xiaoyu nodded.

Hearing this, Yi Xuan frowned even deeper, "He hasn't given up yet, and he's chasing after him?"

Sang Xiaoyu shook her head, pursed her lips and explained, "No, I just came here on a business trip, and came here to participate in the rescue when there was an earthquake!"

"Oh!" Yi Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, but soon rolled his eyes, and asked hesitantly, "Miss Xiaoyu, cough, you two won't pay back your love, will you?"

Sang Xiaoyu smiled helplessly, "Put away the gossip in your little head, find a doctor quickly, and treat the wound on your forehead!"

Yi Xuan touched her forehead with her hand, grinned, and then ran out to find a doctor.

After the rescuers appeared, the trapped people were rescued, and there was hope. Although there were no high-rise buildings in the slums, they were very close to the mountains, and it was still relatively dangerous. Soon, soldiers organized in an orderly manner. Survivors were moved to a nearby safe place.

Batch after batch, more and more people left safely.

Sang Xiaoyu looked around, but she didn't seem to see the little black girl again. She didn't know if she moved with everyone. She was worried when she saw the little girl running towards her in panic.

She quickly caught the little black girl, only to hear anxious and messy English, "se—help—me!"

The little black girl looked up at her, her face was full of tears, she babbled a lot of words, as if she was afraid that she would not understand, she pointed to a certain direction behind her, and then frantically gestured at the position of her left chest , making a painful look.

Sang Xiaoyu hurriedly leaned over to comfort the little black girl, already understood what was going on, looked up at the hurried doctors and soldiers, bit her lip, and dragged her into the crowd.

There was a wounded man who had just been rescued from under the ruins and was lying on a stretcher. Next to him was a doctor in a white coat and a figure who was doing simple sutures and bandaging him. She hurried over and stopped in front of the latter.

Seeing that he lowered his eyebrows and was focused but didn't notice himself, Sang Xiaoyu hesitantly stretched out his hand and grabbed his elbow, "The beast..."

The moment they touched each other, both of them suddenly stopped breathing.Even through the fabric, he could still feel the hot touch of his strong forearm and the muscles under the skin.

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