Chapter 352: Warm treasure, I am hurting 2

Qingzhi seems to feel a lot of warm running, the little guy vaguely heard the number of warmth knocking at the door, the number of warm is very worried.
Qing is very weak and grabs the warm ears with the hot little hands. It is very difficult to receive. Every time I get sick, it is very difficult. However, I don’t want to count on the warmth.
The number of warmth embraced the childishness, and said in the heavy rain: "Don't be afraid of the young, it is not uncomfortable to find a doctor."
She knows that there is a medical center on the opposite side of the long song business. The number of warmth is tight and the child has been running in the rain for a long time. It is very tired and cold, but she can’t stop. She is afraid that the childish condition will be serious. .
Ticking, ticking, rain falling from the end of the oil paper umbrella bead.
The number of warmth has stopped.
The downpour in front of the eyes quickly blurred the line of sight, but she was soberly aware that the man who was sitting on the steps of the business street was raining.
She was holding her hot, childish, staring at him indifferently, and her tears flowed down, but she couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.
......
Qian Qianmo is going to leave Beichuan tomorrow. Before leaving on the night, I don’t want to stay in the inn, but I can’t go where he wants to go. I finally wandered to her business, and I’m going to stay here for one night. .
He also prepared for the rainy night, but did not expect to encounter a few warmth... And, the number of warmth is still holding the childish...
Qian Qianmo stood up slowly in the rain. He saw the red eyes of the man and the little guy who was sleeping in her arms. She suddenly understood what was coming, and she wanted to rush to hug her. With the children, the battlefield smoke for many years made him quickly and keenly aware that some people were in the dark, and all the way to follow the number of warmth.
Qian Qianmo stood in the same place, his fists tightened and closed, but he never moved.
......
In fact, it will not be difficult at all.
He is standing here, why is he standing here, because I still remember the number of warmth?
No.
He stood here, watching her and the feverish youth indifferent, he is not the uncle who said that she wants to protect her and her children forever!
He is not!
He is not!
A few warm heartbreaks to shortness of breath, the red eyes no longer look at him, the action is strange, in the heavy rain and the person passed by.
Daddy, Qian Qian ink grabbed her hand holding the rib. His big hand shrouded her. He discovered that the warm hands were so cold and subconsciously clenched.
A few warm glaring at him, shouting: "Let go!"
Qian Qianmu stared at her heavily, and said with a deep voice: "Wait for a while."
He went to kill the individual.
Qian Qianmo went to the corner of the street after warming up, and did not give the person a chance to react.
The blood, flowing down the sharp end of the sword, was quickly washed away by the rain.
He knew that this was the person who sent the North City to monitor the warmth and killed him. It just stopped him from venting the report, but such a person suddenly disappeared. The people in the north city would not be suspicious. So he just suspended the person to ventilate the letter.
The man in the Beicheng Imperial Palace was born with the most suspicion. If it was the person he sent, the person was killed. He would not have happened as a thing, so he must hurry before he knows the wind. Be prepared for the battle.
The number of warmth did not know that he was going to kill, but she heard it and smelled it.
The sound of assassination, the smell of blood.