"I'm not crazy," Meng Shaoling took two steps back, still with that look, "Nothing is important."

"Not important?" Song Enning's shoulders trembled slightly, "It's not important if you don't say it's not important? Then tell me, what is important?"

"You know."

"Yes, I know," Song Enning suddenly felt funny, and she murmured to herself, "I have always known, how could I forget..."

"Enning."

Meng Shaoling stepped forward and wanted to hug her.

Song Enning stepped back, but she looked at him, but felt extremely unfamiliar. Is it because she had never really understood him?

Maybe... in his eyes, the most important thing was never her.

Song Enning packed up his despair and embarrassment, turned around and walked away from the room.

There was no sound of footsteps behind me.

Meng Shaoling did not catch up.

Song Enning felt an indescribable bitterness in her heart. She knew that he would not catch up. Why?

Because it is a peak negotiation meeting now, such an important occasion is just because she is sad. How could he allow himself to mess up for this?

He won't!

Song Enning's face burst into tears. She lowered her head and looked at her calloused hands. These were all polished by fighting with guns all year round. She gave up her youth, freedom, and everything for him...

What's in exchange for?

Song Enning smiled and she stumbled to the hotel door, raised her hand and slapped herself hard!

Everyone passing by looked at her in surprise. Song Enning raised her face and let tears roll into her neck.

After a long time, she took out her cell phone and dialed a number, "Please help me book a ticket to Bordeaux, the faster the better."

Song Enning got into the car. This time she escaped, one to see him, and the other to hand over important information that had always existed in Bordeaux to him.

Now it seems that it is unnecessary to have your own hands.

It's time...it's over.

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Bordeaux, France.

Airport.

Ryan walked out of the terminal, and all ten men in coats followed him. They went on a hidden role this time, using fake passports and documents, and did not dispatch a helicopter.

Ryan didn't wear a mask on his face, and half of the gauze was removed, leaving only a small piece. He walked in the middle, and the agent grabbed his arm, "Where are you going now?"

Ryan reports an address.

The agent nodded, and Ryan was about to continue walking when he was suddenly pulled by the LCD TV above his head.

The news channel is broadcasting recent major events, and the first thing that is to bear is the Jinhou Palace incident that is watched across the United States.

The broadcaster analyzed vividly and listed various evidences. The photos of Mo Beiyan and Mo Huantong were hung on both sides of the screen...

Including issues that the president of the Imperial Jue Group, Monanjue, has been missing for dozens of days, whether to escape with money, etc., are hotly discussed by the public.

Ryan suddenly opened his eyes wide and was so shocked that he could not move. How could Jinhou Palace be Mo Huantong opened?!

So, is it because of this that Mo and the Emperor fell?

I thought it was Xie Yanghua who was doing it with his toes.

Ryan frowned, Jue disappeared? Is it here in Bohr?!

He must have been in a deep coma...
Chapter completed!