Domineering of the giants: the little sweetheart of the young army

"Not only does he have to make excuses with 3K, but he also has to save the lives of Huaxia from the enemy's guns at all times. Even so, he still has to beware of Huaxia's soldiers and you... from behind. He cut it!"

"No matter how hard and tiring! We have no regrets! Because we know that there is a family waiting for us behind us! Even if we sacrificed, it is for the country and the people! But what about my father? The only one who knows his identity is Uncle Long! Uncle is dead, he has a family and cannot return! Even if he dies, we, his relatives, will scold him for a good death! A good death!"

"You keep saying that special forces are unsung heroes, but in fact he is the real hero!"

"It's my dad!"

"Cursed by you, he never defended himself. He maintained the dignity of his dead comrades. All the sins were borne by one person! Resented by his own daughter, he never dared to show his innocence. His concern can only be concealed! He can't tell his daughter that he loves her!"

"He can't fall in love with anyone, and can't have a family! He is a man, a man who stands up to heaven and earth! But do you know?"

"No matter how strong he is, no matter how powerful he is, he is still a 50-year-old man! He will also grow old!"

Mo Jiu broke down in tears when he said this, and his heart ached for Les.

She choked with sobs, and said the last word:

"Today, whoever wants to put my father in prison must first step over my dead body!"

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Quiet.

There was silence throughout the venue.

Even Mrs. Yu, who is the most philistine, and Mrs. Chang who has opinions about Mo Jiu and Mo Jiayi, can't help standing up straight at this moment.

The man who made them feel like a king, the man who was said to be a terrorist by everyone, at this moment, became taller in vain.

Even the shadow cast by the light on the ground was stretched very long.

Listening to Mo Jiu's words, Long Qingtian looked over like Rice.

He stood there alone, and everyone around him avoided him, but his back never collapsed.

Even at such moments, he maintained his heroic attitude.

For the first time, Long Qingtian, who had no doubts about Mo Jiu's words, felt a little hot in his eyes.

He is a hero, a real hero!

But heroes... are destined to be lonely, lonely!

He stood there alone, as if forming a world, that feeling of loneliness made people feel sad.

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Mo Jiu cried with all his makeup on.

Tears flowed from her eyes as if she didn't want money. She held the memory card tightly in her hands, her shoulders were trembling, and she calmed down a little bit when she looked at Les because she couldn't calm down because of her emotional agitation.

The whole place was silent.

Les moved suddenly.

Step by step, he took very elegant steps, and came to Mo Jiu's side with a posture of strolling like an emperor, and then he patted Mo Jiu's shoulder, "My dear girl, don't cry."

Having said that, he sighed again, "Why do you..."

"Dad!" Mo Jiu hugged Les's body violently, buried his head on his shoulder, and cried loudly like a child, "Dad, I'm sorry!"

The warm scene, the shocking scene, was interrupted by a sharp voice.

"You...you are talking nonsense!" Jiang Anya was a little crazy, "You have no evidence, you are talking nonsense!"