Si Yiyan arranged the helicopter in advance, and when the rioters asked for the helicopter, he established a cooperative relationship with the military leadership, allowing the military to directly order Xu Chenyu to agree to the rioter's request, and then he arranged for the deployment of the helicopter.

The thugs didn't expect that there was another group of people rescuing Xinya, so as soon as they got on the helicopter, they relaxed their vigilance, and the military's behavior of dragging the helicopter distracted them, he ordered the pilot to create a shock panic, Xinya broke out of the clamp, and he successfully saved Xinya.

Xinya is safe, and the rest becomes logical.

The thugs were subdued.

If he hadn't promised to hand over the thugs to the military, he would never have spared anyone who hurt Xinya.

Si Yiyan watched his subordinates smash the thug on Xu Chenyu's body, and looked at Xu Chenyu's embarrassed appearance, a seemingly nonexistent smile appeared on his lips.

Well! Well done! It's a big deal!

Si Yiyan looked down at the person in her arms, her fingers rubbing her red and swollen cheeks lovingly, and there was a terrifying darkness in her eyes.

He could imagine that at this time, her body should be covered with injuries from the violent beating--

He poured all the girls he loved, pampered and cared for them in every way, even the people who would frown when he lost a hair on weekdays, and the people who were held in the palm of his hand for fear of freezing, and the people who were afraid of melting in his mouth were actually ...... Suffered such atrocities!

How can he endure this?

How can you endure it!

There was a pain in his chest, a fishy sweetness in his throat, and Si Yiyan vomited out a mouthful of black blood!

He leaned weakly on the back of the chair, and his chest, viscera, lung lobes, and trachea ached with a scorching pain, as if he had been intubated and poisoned in his throat.

"Si Yiyan ......" a low murmuring voice sounded in his ears as thin as a gnat.

Si Yiyan swallowed the fishy sweetness in his throat stiffly, hugged the person in his arms tightly, and whispered: "I'm here, warm and elegant I'm here!" ”

The low voice, hoarse, like the sound of cracking, dull and torn, and like the hoarse whimpering sound of the erhu qin, where is there still half a point of elegance and transparency on weekdays.

"Si Yiyan ......" in a daze, warm and elegant seems to feel that he is surrounded by a familiar breath, the fragrance is clear and elegant like bamboo, thin and cool with cold, lingering in the nose, as if into the bones, no matter how you spit out, it is always wrapped around the tip of the nose, wrapped around the heart and lungs!

Just like, Si Yiyan is a person!

"Warm and elegant, it's me! It's always been me! Si Yiyan hugged her tightly, felt the trembling of her body, felt her fear and fear.

Actually, he was more scared than her.

Since the second he learned that she had been kidnapped, his heart has been torn all the time, and his will has been subjected to the painful tempering of thousands of tempers all the time, and time has been slashed every second, and every second has slashed a knife in his heart, he thought...... There is no more terrible and painful torment than this.

Wen Wenya struggled to resist her drowsy will, not to sink into the boundless darkness again, she struggled desperately with her eyelids, trying to lift her heavy eyes, to make sure that the breath lingering in her nose, the voice that sang in her ears endlessly, was not an illusion.

Si Yiyan stared at her trembling eyelashes tightly, his heart ached, he found for the first time that a woman's eyelashes could be so fragile, like a broken butterfly with broken wings, fluttering with broken beauty, but he couldn't resist the fate of ruin.

Wen Ya's eyes opened a slit, just a simple movement, but exhausted the strength of her whole body, the thin light invaded her eyes, the vision in front of her was blurred, and the people and things in her eyes were hazy.

"Is that you?" Wen Wenya raised her hand to touch his face.

Si Yiyan grabbed her hand and put it on her face: "It's me!" Warm and elegant! ”

Wen Wenya suddenly smiled, fragile and pale: "Si Yiyan, I'm fine!" ”

She wanted to cry, but when the emotion reached her lips, she bent out of an arc, she wanted to tell him about her grievances, tell him that she was in so much pain, her whole body hurt, and she wanted to blame him for saving her now, but a thousand words, when the words came to her mouth, it became like this.

"What a silly girl." Si Yiyan looked at the smile on her lips, and somehow thought of the tulip flowers blooming in the courtyard of Lishan Manor, extremely pale, fragile and bone-white.

When we meet again, it's like a world away~!

Wen Wenya finally opened her eyes and saw the man in front of her clearly, her throat was dry for a while, and tears flowed out: "You ---- lose weight!" ”

Oh, yes! Lose weight!

In just a few hours, she felt that he was skinny!

Even I thought it was incredible.

His face was transparent white, and the cyan capillaries were densely covered vertically and horizontally, small and fragile were frightening, lining his face with pale blue, the fine stubble of his jaw, with the thinness of Luotuo, and the edges and corners of his face seemed to become bony edges!

Thin and emaciated!

Si Yiyan gently kissed her somewhat dry lips, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry!" Warm and elegant! It's me who is late. ”

What if she was successfully saved? can't hide the fact that Xinya was hurt because he didn't protect her well, so that she suffered such a misfortune under his nose.

The oath he had promised her not to hurt her had turned out to be a lie.

The taste of love is so embarrassing, haunting in the heart, making people bitter.

Wen Wenya held his hand tightly: "It's not too late!" The time was just right, when I was feeling hopeless, you appeared like a god descending from heaven, and then saved me, it was you who composed a beautiful story of heroes saving beauty for me, and added a strong stroke to my life. ”

Not everyone is like Si Yiyan, every time she needs him, he will appear by her side.

Si Yiyan was speechless for a while, a choking pain in his throat, bursts of fishy sweetness surging upwards, he pursed his lips tightly, his chest and lungs seemed to be poured into the air, as if the cold wind in winter blew into his chest and throat, and the feeling of suffocation in his chest and lungs.

Wen Ya's voice was low and soft: "Every girl has a heroic dream, fantasizing that the man they love is a hero of the world, and one day he will appear in the limelight of all people, wearing golden armor and stepping on seven-colored clouds!" ”

Fairy Zixia's words back then touched thousands of men***, including her. Si Yiyan rubbed his cheeks gently, and his emotional heart calmed down little by little, although he couldn't fulfill his promise and no longer let her be hurt, but at least ...... At this moment! He was in pain just as much as she was. The smile on the warm and elegant lips is as light as a flower, obviously pale as a flower, but it seems to be a white tulip flower: "Si Yiyan...... You are my hero! ”