Chapter: 673
Su Nan and Fu Yechuan were very surprised, what are they going to do?
Shang Qian opened it unhurriedly, took out two photos, handed one to Su Nan and the other to Fu Yechuan.
When Su Nan saw the photo in his hand, he trembled instantly and his body became stiff!
That is a scene that only appears in dreams.
She was unfortunately involved in the unscrupulous burning, killing and looting on the streets of Europe three years ago.
Everyone was running, shouting, crying for help...
Bullets are passing by, and you will never know who is the terrorist who suddenly threw the bomb among the crowd!
She just wanted to run to a safe place, but when she saw a little boy with yellow hair standing on the street, who looked only four or five years old, she suddenly changed her direction.
The moment she pounced on him, a bomb sounded beside her, as if it wanted to shatter everything.
At that time, she thought that everything was over, but an extremely hard chest suddenly protected her under her body.
She was safe and sound, and he left covered in blood.
She saw his face clearly, and she would never dare to forget that look.
This memory was buried deep in her heart, and she didn't even dare to take it out to recall it again, because she was afraid that if she touched the throbbing heart at that time, her heart would soften and she would fall into it desperately.
Seeing this photo, it was the moment when she jumped at the little boy, and I don't know who caught it.
The gunpowder smoke of fear seems to still be around, making people shudder.
But Shang Qian's smile suddenly pulled her out of her memories.
Her eye sockets were slightly moist, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Fu Yechuan's deep gaze.
It was as if there was a huge vortex up and down, trying to suck her into his eyes.
Seeing Fu Yechuan like this, Su Nan's heart skipped a few beats.
The bloody face in Su Nan's mind overlapped with Fu Yechuan's at this time, so bright and handsome.
His facial features seemed to be outlined by a paintbrush, deep and delicate, like a sculpture.
The photo in his hand was the moment when he pounced on her.
The light and shadow overlap, and the smoke fills the air.
His and her figures are equally firm.
I didn't want him to know at first, but now, I'm afraid I can't hide it anymore.
Although each other is very embarrassed, but the facial features are still clear.
The little boy under Su Nan's protection is now Little Mike.
Although his curly yellow hair was more neat and his eyebrows were clear and delicate, three years of growth hadn't changed him too much.
Little Mike saw clearly the beautiful sister who was jumping at him, and Su Nan also saw clearly Fu Yechuan who was jumping at her.
Shang Qian coughed, "rry, I know Mr. Fu's identity, and you are also my best choice this time. But I have never found out the real identity of Miss Su back then. After returning to China this time, my son met me unexpectedly. Just started investigating.