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Good Morning, Mr. President!

By Nan YinYin

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Wen Yan eyes of violent conflict, pinch your fingers into the palm of the hand. He did not return solemn words, only slowly got up from the ground station.

Just such a simple action, but like his exhausted body strength. His mind was full of horrors after the boy was oppressive.

King-hum Tolerance of pain, horror expression, is like a knife scraping on his life and the apex.

in case

If he is not allowed to take him away, not letting him buy breakfast at a person unfamiliar place, all this might not be angry.

Overcast gun in your hand. He walked out step by step, he covered all trace like hell to bring the gas Senhan.

Those who are outside, your head and now she is squatting on the ground. For the people heard footsteps, looking back, I saw Wen Yan, he had wanted to immediately mercy. But, until look after his gloomy look, body flick, all the words are stuck in the throat.

Surface temperature Dayan little heat did not he raising his hand, shot neat bang in the other man was not injured leg.

"Ah ......" The man screams attached a few times, curled up on the ground.

Wen Yan's face never had terrible, almost ferocious. Terrible eyes fiercely staring at each other, but also toward each other was attached fired several shots. However, not every gun had hit the nail on the head just let the other side in pain, little point bloodstream clean.

The person next to all silent, repent. You know this kid and Wen King-Guage, they did not dare so blatant.

After several shots, he smoked from his chest pocket towel to wipe the muzzle cold, icy told: "They dragged the black market to sell."

"Yes, sir!"

Knees are a group of large men, now hear warm words Dayan, all face became pale.

"Wen Master, mercy na!"

"We know our mistakes! Next time we no longer afraid! We ask you to bypass this once!"

You know, the black market is not just selling women, men also sell. Men buy on the black market is nothing less than those fun s Shu ruthless man. In this black market, I do not know how many people they try to be all kinds of sexual abuse of dead child abuse Shu disabled.

For the mercy of all, warm Dayan indifferent.

Senleng surface.

Until the ambulance and saw lying in the car, with oxygen bottles, bloodless boy, his face only a slight change. Cold, gradually receded, replaced by a deep bear, heartache and a deep sense of guilt.

He sat far, not close to the boy. Chagrin face buried in the center of the palms.

Wen Yan of the scene to the hospital wing.

After a series of checks and emergency rescue, and finally pushed out.

Ward, Yu Zeyao already sitting there waiting. Solemn silence beside him. Just born in the tall abandoned building things, solemn has been said clearly, plainly.

Came together to see the unconscious along the King-temperature Dayan, he looks cold to take the lead in the hall stood up and walked the ward, and passing the temperature derivative of the time, leaving only the cold sentence: "! Out"

Wen Yan's look at the boy, and told caregivers few times, he turned to follow Yu Zeyao hall ward away. A ward door was shut, Lin Zhu Wen Yan Yu Zeyao of skirts,Punch at him severely smashed in the past.

Wen Yan's never been beaten before, at this moment, and impossible to endure the Zhe Yiquan, he did not hide. His instinct, like seeking like vent, also hit the punch hit in the past toward men.

Yu Zeyao hide nor did it hide, blood coming out of the mouth smashed the spot. Solemn see this picture, looking for a cold, he took out his gun against the warm Dayan.

Yu Zeyao shouted: "back down!"

Solemn weigh, ultimately, the gun close up, step aside.

Wen Yan Yu Zeyao withhold the neck, look cold, "King-you take away, you let him fall overnight and a half to come back with disabilities, is how you do things? You let me explain how his sister?"

"I'd like to ask you!" Wen Yan's sneer, teeth, anti grabbed Yu Zeyao, "This is something you and uncle can not get away! I tell you, if the King-lifetime stand up, life had not even a chance to brush and I did not finish more than you! "

His eyes suddenly violent, voice shaking.

Yuze Yao also stared at him coldly.

Two people standing face to face in the end, nor will they know who is who should let go. Such as the fight against excessive temperature Dayan, he retreated to the sand, lit a cigarette and began smoking again fierce. Sandwiched cigarettes fingers are shaking.

Yu Zeyao walked over, reached for the cigarette smoked in the past of his finger off, "Do not smoke in the hospital."

Sound, compared to just have eased a lot.

Wen Dayan has gradually calmed down, slumped face buried in her hand chagrin.

He seemed to himself, whispered confession: "It was my fault, I did not take good care of him, and none of your business."

"This thing, I'll go check." Yu Zeyao standing beside him, looked at him condescending. A moment of silence, he whispered: "The doctor said how?"

"......" Wen Yan rolled under the Adam's apple, but it is more than one word unable to speak.

Yu Zeyao heart has an idea, between the eyebrows of more than a gloomy color. Re-opening, the sound is much lower down, "I'll come over King reputation, but I do not want King-injured tragic thing to let her know."

Wen Yan's breathing heavier, dejected face lifted from a finger.

He looked at Yu Zeyao eye lift, this proud and assertive man, eyes showing emotion for the first time to so helpless, so Yu Zeyao heart under the shock of the earthquake.

"And other King-wake up, I want to tell him how ...... later, he not only must rely on a wheelchair to walk, even ......" Wen Dayan said that, sniffed, long before then continued hard to go on, "even he is no longer what the hand of God. he never even think about his art talent with the idea that he was the most desirable of Fine Arts? "

Yu Zeyao listening to his words, thin lips repeated flaring, the delay was actually speechless.

He never felt he was a cold politician, he was taught from small to large is the struggle for power in the bones, and all his patience and flexibility, and only gave King gave this personal reputation.

For the future of a juvenile, he could not care.

But at this moment, but inside I could not calm and tranquility.

This encounter, a future full of hope for the young, is extremely cruel. Perhaps he will be brought to its knees since then.As for the view that higher expectations placed on his reputation, he is Life is pain, is bound to be a devastating blow.

Yu Zeyao leave from the hospital, always preoccupied. Along the way, no, it is not a word said solemnly.

He drove all the way back to when the vice presidential palace, the sky is already bright.

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