Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

The box instantly fell into silence, as if time had stopped, making it almost suffocating.

Pei Zhi noticed that Quan Jiuxi's eating speed was gradually slowing down, so he quietly placed the dishes that she had just eaten in front of her without making any noise.

However, she did not move.

After a long time, Quan Jiuxi slowly stood up with an indifferent look, "I want to go back."

Pei Zhi paused slightly, and in a trance he heard himself say, "Okay."

He had busy work to deal with in the afternoon, so he could only send Quan Jiuxi to the door of Ruijing Mansion.

Quan Jiuxi opened the car door and got out without hesitation.

"and many more."

Pei Zhi called out to her.

She stopped when she heard the voice, and Pei Zhi got out of the car and handed her a card. "You ran out of credit before, but this one has no credit limit."

Quan Jiuxi took it expressionlessly, and with a stern face, he said coldly, "Thank you."

Don't want it for nothing.

After saying that, he walked in without looking back.

Pei Zhi returned to the car. Yu Wei sat in the passenger seat, glanced silently, and asked cautiously, "Boss Pei, are you going back to the company?"

"Ah."

The car started to move slowly, but Pei Zhi couldn't help but look back at the entrance of the villa.

For some reason, my heartbeat started to become irregular.

His brows furrowed slightly, not understanding where this sudden strange feeling came from.

Quan Jiuxi returned to the room upstairs angrily.

She strode into the house and started packing up everything in the room quickly.

After finishing everything, Quan Jiuxi collapsed on the bed, his eyes blank, lost in thought.

Where are you going?

Pei Zhi is extremely powerful in this world, and she doesn't want to be discovered.

She turned her head and inadvertently saw the news popping up on her phone. In an instant, she had the answer in her mind.

……

The years are lingering and the flowers are fragrant.

However, time flies, and three years passed in a flash.

In this turbulent corner of the world, houses hit by artillery shells are now burning fiercely, and the fierce fire is spreading unrestrainedly.

Thick smoke rose up and filled the sky over half of Country F, plunging the land into endless darkness and despair.

In the purgatory-like sea of ​​fire, in addition to the smoke covering the sky, there were also fighter planes circling in the air, making a terrifying roar.

Surrounding them were groups of soldiers holding weapons, with serious expressions on their faces, carrying out their tasks nervously.

In sharp contrast to this is the crowd fleeing in all directions, their faces filled with fear and helplessness.

The cries and curses mixed together and never stopped.

Broken branches and debris caused by shrapnel lay scattered in a pool of blood. The strong smell of blood filled the air, making people feel sick.

A blood-stained head slowly rose from the shocking pool of blood. It was a little boy.

His blood-red eyes were wide open, staring straight at a huge sculpture, which was the faith in the hearts of the people of Country F.

But now, this belief that once symbolized hope and beauty seems so pale and powerless in the face of this cruel war.

The little boy's eyes were filled with despair, a despair that penetrated deep into his bones, making it unbearable to look at, as if one's heart was being yanked hard.

Quan Jiuxi squatted not far away, holding the camera tightly in his hand, freezing this heartbreaking scene.

Her face was delicate yet resolute, and her fair skin looked slightly yellow under the flames of war.

She was wearing long sleeves and long pants, and her clothes were covered with some dust, but it still couldn't hide her upright figure.

Quan Jiuxi cut her long hair short and tucked her bright red hair behind her ears.

In these three years, she has traveled halfway around the world.

She became a world-famous photographer, and her name consists of only one word: "Eye".

Under her lens, there are the terrifying wild animals in the desert rainforest and the dreamlike and beautiful auroras.

There are towering, pure white snow-capped mountains.

But more than that, there are those cruel and real war scenes.

[Sir, why don’t you save that little boy? He’s so pitiful.] Xiaoyi’s voice echoed in Quan Jiuxi’s mind.

Quan Jiuxi looked down at the photo he had just taken, his expression solemn. He slowly answered Xiaoyi's question, "Photos are testimony of war."

The camera in your hand is not only a tool to record beauty, but also a weapon to reveal the truth and convey strength.

Each photo is an indictment of war and a call for peace.

She wants to use these images to let the world see the cruelty of war and awaken people's desire and pursuit of peace.

Xiaoyi didn’t understand, but he told her to shut up. What the adults said must have made sense.

For several days, Quan Jiuxi stayed on the battlefield, took many photos, and asked Xiaoyi to upload them.

Each of her photos caused an international sensation, revealing unknown truths to the world.

Late at night, everything was quiet, and Quan Jiuxi was lying lazily on the big bed in the hotel room looking at photos.

The soft light fell on her, outlining her figure.

[Sir, the little villain is in the next country, do you want to go over and take a look? ]

When Quan Jiuxi heard the voice, he turned over, supported his head with one hand, and fell into deep thought.

Three years have passed, Pei Zhi, it’s time for us to meet.