“…”

She bit her pink lips for a long time and replied with a hard bullet: "I guess."

"So, you thought I was in the gym, so you ran to the gym, and I thought you were in the theater, so I was in the theater, and you were staggering between you and me?"

"It should be."

He raised his eyebrows and smiled with a smile. He held the crutch in both hands, looking at Qiuko as arrogantly as the king held the scepter: "You went to the gym to find me, are you worried about me? Also, you ran over and saw the hostages being rescued and didn't see me alone. You thought I was killed, so you felt uncomfortable, right?"

"no."

When she was exposed to him in person, she was a little confused about where to look. She looked around with her big glass-like eyes, but she didn't dare to look at him.

She said "No", but her eyes betrayed herself.

Ning Mengbei's eyebrows and eyes instantly seemed much softer. Some of the people around him were busy hugging each other and crying, while those who had not seen their relatives were covering their faces and crying. The whole scene was intertwined with sadness and joy, joy and tears, which was really not suitable for them to continue talking here.

He walked two steps towards her with a crutch, holding her wrist, and was neither too strong nor too little. She was pulled out of the crowd by him little by little.

The sun shone warmly on her body. She narrowed her eyes and couldn't help but look at the extremely clear sky of Paris, like a soft and smooth blue satin floating above her head. Such beautiful sunshine was filled with crying sounds. Those crying of losing their loved ones were so sad. No matter what race or country she came from, everyone has the person they care the most and the person they fear the most.

Fortunately, God has mercy on him and he is not dead.

So what's next?

The relationship between them entered a vicious cycle again. When they thought of it, they felt like they were immersed in ice water. At this moment, she looked at the wrists held by the man in the wide palm, and had a ridiculous idea that time would stop there.

As Ning Mengbei pulled her out of the noisy crowd, two French policemen followed and pushed them away with the crowd in a way that was cleared.

If the French police escorted him out of the theater before because of concern for the hostages, then it was obvious that he had received special courtesy at this moment.

Is it because of his legs?

Not like.

There were many injuries at the scene, and no French policeman had ever seen him so thoughtful.

From this analysis, he seems to have a special status in Paris.

Qiu Kou was puzzled all the way, and the two policemen led them to a place where no one was on the street. Ning Mengbei nodded elegantly at them, and then spoke French. The two policemen nodded and walked back.

Qiuko asked him in confusion: "How can you speak French? Also, your relationship with the Paris police seems to be good. Have you been here before?"

You should know that French is the most difficult language in the world, no doubt about it.

"You have too many questions, I can only answer one, you can pick it yourself." He frowned slightly, and his lips were smiling and he was amusing.

"I only asked two questions, why did it take too much?" Qiu Kou bit his lip and said softly: "It's okay if you don't answer."

Ning Mengbei held the crutch in one hand, as if he had forgotten to let go of her. His big palm was still pressed on her wrist, and his gaze was leaning towards her. His lips of moderate thickness were lifted out of a curve and pointed to a black extended Lincoln parked on the street: "First [31 Novel Network                                                                                      

Inside the car.

Qiu Kou looked down at the slender wrists that were always held by the man in his palm. His heart was pounding. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare. He tried hard to bite his raised lips. He finally stopped being so emotional, and said deliberately: "Don't you think your hands are sore? Let me go."

Ning Mengbei looked down at the hands that were shaking with both hands, "Well, I forgot if you don't say it, it's quite sour."

Qiu Kou almost lifted it up in one breath. She tried to pull her hands out, but his palms were firmly stuck to her wrist, as if they had roots.

She was about to speak, but was soon covered by the man's cool voice: "Did you continue to contact Qiao Qiyu on WeChat?"

"No."

"Did you continue to have no contact or do what I said?"

Qiu Kou looked at the man's handsome face, who was like a knife carving, and heard his smooth answer: "The time you saw it was the first time he sent me a WeChat message in these years. I later replied to a past and told him clearly that he hoped not to contact him again in the future."

The man around him didn't say anything.

Suddenly, a sudden chill and indescribable grief and anger arose in her heart. She had already revealed her feelings for him, and he took it for granted. So what did he mean by calling the phone call similar to confession before? How could he pretend that he hadn't said it now?

Or did he regret it?

That was his nonsense before his death?

Qiu Kou didn't want to think about this problem. She wanted to sort out the ideas in her mind and then think about what to do next. She subconsciously wanted to pull out her hand again. This time, the man held it tighter and covered it with his other hand.

The man's fingers gently stroked her palms, as if comforting her emotions, and she was stunned again.

Her heartbeats as if she was suffocating. She stared at him in a daze, and had some courage and asked softly: "Do you think... I am a very casual woman?"

He turned his head slightly and said word by word: "I just don't like seeing you contact Qiao Qiyu."

"My relationship with Qiao Qiyu ended many years ago. At that time, I was too willful and wanted him to accompany me abroad, but he refused, so I proposed to break up. Afterwards, I regretted it because I felt that the breakup was too hasty at that time... To be honest, he threw me down halfway through, and I didn't hate him. Only by loving someone can I hate someone. I have no love or hatred for him, but I feel relieved. So, I am not a casual woman."

"I know." He patted her face: "I don't have much trust in my wife."

His wife?

She was stunned. She couldn't react anymore and had a brain problem. She grabbed his shirt and said, "Your wife, are you talking about me?"

"Who are you talking about?" He looked down at her leaning towards her body and asked slowly.

"That's what you meant." She didn't care about anything at this time, and thrust her head into his arms, breathing the mint-like scent of his body, shy, annoyed, and sweet, mixed with all kinds of flavors: "Don't think of denying it, I heard it clearly on my phone before. You said that the person in your mind has always been me over the years, and I remember it all in my heart, I... I have also recorded it."

Ning Mengbei lowered his eyes with interest: "Oh? Is the recording? Take it out and listen. If there is one, I will admit it. If there is no one, I won't admit when I said it."

This man...is really...

Very proud!

Qiu Kou was both angry and funny. She pulled her hand out, sat back to her seat, lowered her head to look through her phone. Of course, she didn't record the sound at all, just pretending.

Ning Mengbei looked calm and calm, looking at her pretending to behave and leaned into her ear: "If you like recording, I will record it for you next time. Then you can listen to your voice and hear what you call... Well, to be honest, I think your voice is the best at that time."

boom!

Qiu Kou felt like he was on fire, and the man actually said something serious to her that made her face blush and heartbeat, and it was extremely provocative.

Is this still the cold man as iceberg?

The phone vibrated and relieved Qiu Kou. When she saw that it was her second sister's phone number.

After the call was connected, my second sister's concern came: "Koer, are you okay? There are terrorist attacks everywhere in downtown Paris, and I just heard about it before I heard about it."

"I'm fine, second sister, where are you? How are the children?"

"All are pretty good." Qiu Yinan breathed a sigh of relief. "It was not long after you went out in the morning that we took the little guys to the countryside to play. As soon as we put a picnic mat on the grass, we faintly heard an explosion. We didn't know what was going on. Fortunately you were fine."

"Well, Ning Mengbei and I are fine." Qiu Kou mentioned the man beside her embarrassedly, because her hand that was not holding the phone was pulled over by the man again, and she silently tied her fingers.

Ten fingers connect to the heart. When the fingers and fingers closely cross, countless electric currents hit the heart, and she seemed to be floating.

"It's fine, then I'll call Yan Qing and the others quickly." Qiu Yinong hung up the phone after saying that.

"You haven't answered my previous question yet." She looked at him with a blushing face: "Why did the police even give you three points in Paris? Also, last night you had a woman's lipstick mark on your collar. Whose is it?"

Ning Mengbei looked at her unhappy face and smiled on her lips: "I will answer your first question first. About six years ago, I bought a winery in France, and then invested in some projects in Paris. It was really troublesome to have to lead an interpreter every time, so I simply learned French by myself. After years of business, I have accumulated some popularity in the Paris business community. Not only am I familiar with the police, but also have contacts with other departments. As for the collar you mentioned, there are women's lipstick marks on the collar..."

He pondered, and she was already anxiously urging him: "Speak quickly."

"I have a woman's lipstick mark on my collar. I went to the winery after you got me angry at Disney yesterday. Then I met a female partner. She accidentally fell down in high heels. Maybe she got it accidentally at that time."

He said it lightly, but Qiu Kou had imagined many erotic scenes. I'm afraid the female partner deliberately poured it into his arms, humming, it was all routine.

Thinking of this, she hugged his waist and said, "She wants to seduce you, but you don't see it?"

He saw her throwing her arms into her arms, and reached out to put her shoulders, with a hint of a smile in his voice: "Do I want her and I to stop working together?"

"Just coax me, there are more than one who has been throwing her arms over the years." Her face was still red and she was angrily red.

Ning Mengbei did not expect Qiu Kou to be so worried about such a small matter and kissed her in the forehead: "I will stop the cooperation when I turn around."

"You can bear it?" She didn't believe it. Don't businessmen take the lead in interests. If the cooperation is suspended, he will lose a lot of money, which is not in line with the businessmen's usual style.

He narrowed his eyes, and his mellow voice poured into her ears: "There is only one wife, and the partner can find it again."

Qiu Kou was caught off guard by this sentence, and for the first time he took the initiative to raise his face and put his lips on.

...

On the grass, three children were chasing and playing, and two nannies were standing next to them. Ning Juexi came over with the little guys for a while. Seeing Qiu Yinong put down the phone, his face was not good.

"How is it?" he asked, "Have you contacted?"

"Ko'er contacted him, both of them were fine." Qiu Yinong was worried and didn't notice anything wrong for a moment. "It's just that Yan Qing didn't contact him. Do you think something might happen? I just said on the car radio that many people were killed. Should we go back quickly?"

"The city is very chaotic now. We might as well be here. We will go back after the city police have almost handled it." Ning Juexi's mind was calmer than her, and he caught a trace of weirdness: "You said your sister has contacted you, and both of them are fine?"

"Yes." She frowned and stared at her phone, thinking that Mai Yanqing had not been in contact with her. The reflection arc was too long for a moment, and she suddenly realized: "In other words, Kou'er and Ning Mengbei were together. I'm right. As expected, one of them took the initiative to approach each other. It seems that their relationship has developed further."

Ning Juexi glanced at her with a smile, opened a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the cap and handed it to her.

Suddenly, her cell phone rang. It was Mai Yanqing who called to report safety.

It's fine if it's okay.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

As time comes to the end of August, the weather is not very hot, but it is as cool as autumn. The picnic mat is laid under a big tree. They lean against the stud, talking while watching the children playing not far away. Everything is so peaceful and beautiful.

He reached out and hugged her into his arms, kissed her forehead, and she leaned against his chest to enjoy the rare peace.

After playing until noon, the little guys were going back to take a nap. Qiu Yinong returned to the hotel and found that Qiu Kou had returned, so he came out of the room to take Jiaojiao for a nap.
To be continued...