My Youth Began With Him

"The plane crashed... As for the reason, it is still uncertain, but there are only two possibilities. One is that our plane is mixed with the enemy's spoiler and the bomb is attacked. Second, it is attacked by an outsider."

"What about Qin Chu?" Rick only felt that his heartbeat was almost stopped.

"The plane... has exploded, burned into pieces... The four bodyguards I sent on the plane, one captain, two flight attendants... all killed... As for Qin Chu... the whereabouts are unknown."

With a bang, the phone fell to the ground...

Rick is completely dumb...

"Rick, Rick... Are you still listening? I have asked the nearest country to come to the rescue... I believe there will be news soon... Rick." On the other end of the line, Reno said nothing, here There is no response.

Rick only felt that something seemed to split in the heart and spread like the same...

At an altitude of tens of thousands of meters, the plane exploded in an instant, even if it was fortunate to survive, it was so dark.

Here is the deep waters of the Pacific Ocean... Is it possible to survive?

Rick knew in his heart that although his brother did not say that Qin Chu died, he was killed in nine out of ten.

Grief, sadness, self-blame, shock... A lot of complicated emotions come up in the brain.

Rick clasped his head in his hands and softened his bed. He only felt that the whole person would faint.

There is no record of thinking in an instant...

If it wasn't for him not to let Qin Chu get on the plane, there would be no accident.

If it wasn't for his own arrangements, then the plane would not crash.

At this moment in Rick's mind, there is only one idea - I killed Qin Chu.

"Miss Cessy."

"Is Rick?"

"The boss is inside...but...?" Rick’s men stopped talking.

“How?” The West Side is worried.

"The boss is very, very bad, and he has been lying inside for a whole day."

When Sicily came, Rick had been sitting in his head for seven hours.

"Rick... Why don't you call me?" The voice of Sicily is gentler than every day.

Rick turned his head and didn't talk, his expression was decadent...

"What's wrong? What happened?" Sicily walked over and reached for Rick's hand.

He slowly raised his head. "Xisi... Qin Chu he... died."

"What a joke?" Sicily frightened.

"No jokes... I blame me, the plane crashed... Qin Chu he died."

Rick’s voice was hoarse...there were red blood in his eyes.

"how come?"

"It must be the **** of Huo Siqian, I want to kill him..." When Rick said it, his eyes were exposed to fierce light.

Sisi looked at him like this, very distressed.

Suddenly grabbed Rick’s neck...

"Xisi... What should I do? I killed Qin Chu. How can I tell Huo Mian? When she comes back, how can I speak?"

Something in Rick’s eyes was instantly moist.

Xixi also fell with tears...

"Rick... This is an accident... Nobody wants it, although it crashes... But maybe... Maybe Qin Chu is still alive, maybe you want to believe in miracles."

Although it is a comfort to Rick, but this does not even believe in Western.

After all, what a serious thing is the crash...

"What to do, how can I tell Huo Mian?"

At this time, Rick’s cell phone rang...

Sisi glanced at him and looked at him.

"It’s a phone call."

Rick slowly picked up the phone and picked it up.

"Hey, Rick."

"Yep."

"Is Qin Chu coming to the United States? Why can't I get his number?"