Situ Ming slowly put one arm around Zhao Xiaoyue's shoulder and reached for the gun with the other.
"Yeah, that's right! Brother Meng is still waiting for you, the captain, to go back and see him off! You've already avenged him, really."
Words as gentle as the warm spring sun shattered Zhao Xiaoyue's hard shell.
She slightly raised her head to stare at Situ Ming, fluttering her eyelashes, and suddenly couldn't hold back anymore, "Little brother, waaaaah!"
Situ Ming hugged the fragile person in his arms tightly, looked up and let out a long breath. He gently stroked the little girl's head and patted her back like he was comforting a child.
"It's alright, it's alright, let's go home."
In a short while, a large patch of sweat soaked through Situ Ming's chest, burning his skin.
Tanzan and Yu Muqi both breathed a sigh of relief.
Such leadership is simply terrifying.
Tanzan stayed in Wolde to handle the rest, which, simply put, was to cover up the crime.
On the helicopter back to China, Wang Biao glanced back and was surprised to find that the little girl was quite ruthless.
They can peel off a living person's skin without hesitation.
He shook his head, disagreeing with such an extreme approach.
Situ Ming held the girl, who was still sobbing, and gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips.
"Didn't you... go to school?"
She spoke haltingly, her voice trembling with sobs, tears streaming down her face as she gazed at Situ Ming.
"You are more important than going to school."
Without waiting for Zhao Xiaoyue's reaction, he gently pulled her into his arms, rested his chin on the girl's head, and looked out the window.
"Waaaaah, Meng-ge is dead. He'll never come back, ah—"
While wiping away her tears with her fingertips, Situ Ming gently comforted her, "Yes, he went somewhere else. Maybe your master called him away!"
Zhao Xiaoyue cried bitterly, "I killed him, I killed him, waaaaah—"
Situ Ming frowned. This idea was wrong. Being in such a position meant there were many unexpected things to come. She had already avoided many of them, but no one had expected things to develop this way.
He cupped Zhao Xiaoyue's tear-reddened face in his hands and asked earnestly, "Are you a god? Hmm? Are you a god from heaven?"
Zhao Xiaoyue was stunned. How could she possibly be a god?
"Of course not."
Situ Ming hugged her again with heartache, "Then don't blame yourself, because you don't have the ability to foresee the future, you're just a little girl."
"No, I am their leader, their helmsman, and the owner of Fengshu."
Zhao Xiaoyue retorted with teary eyes.
She still regretted not asking Tanzan to find someone beforehand, but she didn't want to go against her principles.
Even if we don't deliberately acknowledge the existence of Tanzania and others, they are real people who truly belong to RL.
She wanted to turn RL into a real company, but...
After the incident at the comic convention, Liu Feifei and the others shouldn't have been allowed to stay.
If, if she had resolved the problem earlier, Meng Ge wouldn't have died.
A somber mood filled the cabin as Situ Ming held Zhao Xiaoyue close to his side.
The boy gently ruffled the girl's long hair. "Yes, you've done a great job."
She silently said to herself, "No matter how many secrets you have, you'll always be my little girl."
On the largest private helipad in Shanghai, the comic convention organizers and Hou Taotao waited anxiously for people.
They're usually all gentle people at comic conventions, but now they're all irritable.
"You should have stopped her when she wanted to go; she'd lose control!"
Comic conventions are like a raging lion, constantly circling around.
In her limited memories of comic conventions, Zhao Xiaoyue absolutely could not listen to obscene words or be stimulated, otherwise she would lose control.
She would lose control to the point of destroying everything around her; to put it simply, she would go insane.
They become unlike themselves, destroying everything in a frenzy, and becoming incredibly cruel.
Ultimately, this is the real reason why Zhao Xiaoyue stepped down from the spotlight.
The business world is full of all sorts of people, especially the so-called upper class, which is often corrupt and filthy.
"They're here."
As soon as Hou Taotao finished speaking, the helicopter quickly landed on the helipad.
Rushing to the front of the comic convention, he saw Situ Ming and Zhao Xiaoyue being held in his arms!
The anime convention was fucking shocking!
Did the woman surnamed Zhao let a man hug her?
Situ Ming simply replied, "Asleep."
Then he got into the Bentley parked next to him and drove away.
Wang Biao, carrying a small leather suitcase, walked up to Hou Taotao with a blank expression.
"The one who's in charge of your ship is a guy named Tanzan."
Hou Taotao took the box. "Thank you!"
A curious person at the comic convention asked, "Tanzanian, that pimp? What's that?"
The convention organizers clearly didn't believe that someone surnamed Zhao could be involved with Tanzania.
Wang Biao's eyes darkened for a moment, "Liu Feifei's human skin."
I stumbled at the comic convention and suddenly felt dizzy.
"A tiny little sun, peeled, peeled?"
Wang Biao: "He ordered Tanzanite to do it, and almost got Situ Jing ganged up on."
The comic convention was a complete shock, "She...she...she..."
Liang Cheng stayed in the small apartment. The ashtray on the small table in the yard was full of cigarette butts facing down.
When Situ Ming's car arrived at the small apartment, Liang Cheng stood up to greet him.
Situ Ming carried her directly to Zhao Xiaoyue's bedroom.
Standing at the door, I was genuinely taken aback by the furnishings inside.
The entire room is antique in style, and every piece of furniture is of considerable value. It combines traditional Chinese and ancient Western styles, with a magnificent canopy bed with a thousand panels that symbolizes status and prestige.
How should I put it?
It's quite dreamy.
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