Zhang Fengying has been gone for ten minutes. Where is my child?
The dark wind from the back mountain made the leaves rustle, and the sound that had originally sounded soothing became increasingly harsh.
The man lowered his stiff brows, pursed his thin lips that were always casually curled, and his eyes revealed a hint of restlessness and hostility.
The work in the fields hasn’t been finished yet, and someone is harassing you again?
Are you being bullied by the evil woman at home and can’t get out?
It’s getting dark quickly, you can’t see the road and fell?
Every time he thought of a possibility, the hostility in the man's eyes became stronger.
During the brief time they spent together changing the dressings, the scene of Jiang Henian squatting on the ground, grinding herbs and muttering to himself flashed by quickly.
Every little thing the girl said, even the small pothole she almost stepped on, was recorded in his mind like an engraving machine.
But today, the man who would peek in, lie by the door, and whisper "uncle" to him after work did not appear at the door.
It's already past time.
This feeling of increasing anxiety and irritability had never happened to He Jinshan before.
Even when an infrared sniper light was pointed at his forehead, he parachuted from a thousand meters above the polar region, exchanged sniper shots with mercenaries, or was ambushed from both sides by international police and gangsters, he didn't feel this way.
He feels very hungry.
An indescribable hunger and thirst made him extremely restless. Ever since he returned to China to work as a health-conscious dog walker, he hadn't felt any intense emotions for a long time.
He wants to see her.
He must see that nagging little brat right away.
With force exerted by his five fingers, the three troublesome wooden sticks that were carefully wrapped around his right leg to serve as a splint broke with a sound.
The man jumped off the cold kang like a cheetah, rushed out of the door in two steps, two fingers on his lips. Before he could whistle to call the guy lying in the back mountain, a familiar petite figure slowly walked out in the dark night in front of him.
My restless heart, lifted high in the air, suddenly fell to the ground.
Anger ensued.
He Jinshan strode over with a dark face, clamped his hands on Jiang Henian's shoulders, and his originally cold question of "Where have you been?" became silent in an instant when he saw the girl's face clearly.
A weak, pale, and dirty face, a bruised forehead, and red eyes.
Being bullied.
An indescribable and extremely unfamiliar panic and anger instantly hit the man who had been irritable all night.
The clamping hands turned into a hug, and the big palm carefully touched the side of the face. He Jinshan lifted Jiang Henian's face, his jaw tense, and his tone was low and urgent:
"What's going on?"
Jiang Henian blinked his numb and tired eyes slowly. When he saw the person in front of him clearly, he felt relieved, his feet suddenly felt weak, and he almost fell down.
He Jinshan caught it steadily with one arm, hugged the slender waist and pressed it tightly against his chest, his brows furrowed tightly.
"say."
"Kid, what's wrong with you?"
Jiang Henian stared at He Jinshan's black eyes, his dry and pale lips moving up and down with difficulty, his voice as soft as a mosquito, as if he was extremely tired.
The man clasped his arms and lifted her up so that her toes were off the ground. He bent down and put his ear close to the girl's lips.
The next moment, Mr. He, who had experienced many storms, was stunned.
The brain that had always been calm, wise, accurate, decisive and unmatched became garbled, repeating the words it had just heard over and over again.
She said, kiss me.
She weakly grabbed his clothes and said:
"Uncle, kiss me quickly."
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