At that time, it was already dawn.

Later, Ji Zefeng sent Ling Shaoyu, who had lost too much blood, to the hospital for emergency treatment. After confirming that Ling Shaoyu was fine, he rushed to the company directly. It happened that Ji Chentian and Momo Mingming went into the conference room together, stepping forward.

There are still five minutes left before eight o'clock.

However, Ji Zefeng did not follow him.

Just one second before the warehouse explosion, when Ji Zefeng took Ling Shaoyu into the sea together, all he thought about was like a woman in his mind.

Ji Zefeng knew that of course he would not die. However, at that moment, Ji Zefeng understood the simplest truth---

Even if he gives all his strength, what he will always protect is his women and his children.

So, he must immediately see the stupid woman who has been waiting for him - Gu Yimi, so that she can know that he is back safely and don't worry about him.

When Ji Zefeng walked into the office, he did not see the woman in the office hall, so he walked straight towards the room inside.

Yes, when he opened the door and saw the woman in the room, Ji Zefeng's heart ached.

He saw----

The woman's petite body sat quietly on the pure white and snow-colored carpet on the edge of the big bed. Her two slender long legs were curled up against her body, her arms were wrapped around her knees, and she hugged herself tightly.

, buried his head deeply in her own arms.

The sunlight outside the window shines on the woman's body and on the snow-white carpet.

It looks like a girl who is lost in the snow, lonely, helpless, and without any sense of security.

The sun is lingering, but the room is cool-

Ji Zefeng saw the woman's beautiful and petite body and trembled slightly with great strength.

The burning footsteps, accompanied by the heart-wrenching heart, stepped on the snow-white carpet, making a unique sound, but did not wake up the woman who was immersed in the panic world.

Just now.

She finally saw the man, the man who appeared in the photo she collected by her mother.

But why was that person Ji Zefeng's father?

She was panicked.

All the uneasy thoughts were like the rising and falling sea, about to flood her.

But, in the bathroom.

Her daughter, four-year-old Momo, said this to her.

Momo said:

"God has arranged everything. Grandpa and grandma have no way to be together in this life, but they are destined to let their father and mother be together. This is the transmission of love."

She and Ji Zefeng are really destined by God.

That year, she was five years old and he was ten years old. He made her a promise, a promise of twenty years, and a promise of life;

That year, she was twenty years old, and he was twenty-five, a three-month contract contract, and she was covered in wounds, which he had long forgotten;

Now, she is twenty-five and he is thirty, and finally, she has waited for him.

Ji Zefeng, Ji Zefeng...

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The petite and helpless woman felt a warm, safe and pampering embrace, and a faint and familiar scent of lemongrass lingered around her.

finally--

The buried head slowly raised.

The man's cheek, which looked slightly haggard but still perfect, was reflected in his shiny eyebrows and eyes.

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Chapter completed!