Urban God-level Bodyguard

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Zhang Xingyun went back angrily, hum, really when he didn't hear what she said?

"Emperor!" When she saw Zhang Xingyun, Mina was very excited, but she was pulled into the house by Ling Xiaoya before she could speak.

The originally noisy living room quieted down instantly, leaving only two people left.

Zhang Xingyun raised his eyes and met a pair of autumn eyes. After half a month's absence, Ling Xiaoya was still so beautiful. Even if she just sat there, she still had a dazzling brilliance.

"You ... come back." After watching Zhang Xingyun for a long time, Ling Xiaoya opened her mouth first, his voice hoarse, and also whimpered.

"Well, I'm back." Zhang Xingyun didn't look away from him, and said firmly, as if promised.

There is no imaginary storm and no blood imagination. I have expected countless kinds of conversations and thought of countless solutions, but there is no such kind.

You're back.

When he heard these four words, Zhang Xingyun seemed to have something crashed into his chest, causing the frosty heart to tremble violently.

Even in the rain of bullets and the crisis, Zhang Xingyun did not feel his heartbeat so clearly. The simple and warm greetings turned out to be such a moving heart.

All the stormy or vigorous moments have ended, when all the things that can make people **** are gone, and the rest are only these simple and ordinary happiness.

For a person like Zhang Xingyun who may die every second, such happiness is enough to move him.

When was the last time you felt this feeling?

Every time you receive a mission in the dead world, as long as the blood is away, she must send herself, say nothing, just watch yourself go.

They all know that the killer's life is very fragile, they never beg for tomorrow, and they are not willing to say goodbye.

I'm afraid I will never see you again.

Xueli will only ask the slightest sentence at the moment he returns after completing the task, "Return?"

It was obviously a stupid question, but he was willing to answer it seriously every time.

It was with such a wait that he never thought of giving up in desperate circumstances. No matter what the danger is, when he thinks of someone waiting for him to go back, he will be able to raise his fighting spirit again.

After leaving from Xueli, Zhang Xingyun thought that the place in his heart was already dead, but now he hears this again, and he wets his eyes unconsciously.

Compared to when he left before, Ling Xiaoya helped to give him the warmth of the collar more thorough and deeper into the bone marrow.

It seems that I haven't heard such words for a long time.

Only when he heard these words did he really understand that a lake house is his own home, and there are wives waiting for him to return home.

In an instant, Zhang Xingyun's eyes were full of soft light, and he involuntarily walked towards Ling Xiaoya.

Ling Xiaoya also slowly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, raised her small face slightly, and seemed to be expecting something.

Glowing cherry lips spurred Zhang Xingyun's heartstrings, and he lowered his head when he was out of control.

Suddenly, Ling Xiaoya opened her eyes, "Her husband, twelve pounds."

Zhang Xingyun was a little confused by this god. "What is twelve catties?" It seems that my wife doesn't let herself buy anything?

It ’s not sent to the previous mobile phone, and I ca n’t see it. Forget the truth, my wife will forgive me.

Zhang Xingyun was about to open his mouth, and he saw Ling Xiaoya's Qian Qian Yu point to her and pointed.

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