Captive little pretty wife: President, I want a divorce

Chapter 111 His Heart Starts Beating Again (4)

The two continued to walk for a while, but for some reason, the crowd ahead suddenly turned around and rushed back in the opposite direction, most of them had a look of fear on their faces.

The originally orderly crowd suddenly became chaotic.

Qiao Shaohang grabbed Su Xiaomo's hand and pulled her into his arms suddenly, but he didn't realize that he had pulled someone past him until he lowered his head.

He was pulling her all the time just now, but after a moment of distraction, how could he pull the wrong person?

Not right.

Having experienced many things, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Letting go of the person he had pulled over, regardless of the strange gaze in his eyes, he anxiously searched for the figure of his little wife in the crowd.

But those people didn't know what they saw just now, and now they only knew how to rush back desperately, so that he couldn't even move forward.

Faces passed before his eyes, but none, not the familiar delicate face, nor the familiar bright smile with a bit of sly, not his little wife.

His usually calm and calm heart was a little anxious at this moment, and he didn't care about the dissatisfaction of those around him, looking for them one by one.

"Xiaomo, Su Xiaomo." In this foreign land, his deep voice sounded, not as lazy as usual, but with a sense of urgency that had never been seen before, piercing through the surroundings. There was a lot of noise, breaking through the air.

But there was no response, and nothing was heard.

Damn, where did she go?
Is it okay if you just get separated by accident?
But he was afraid that she would encounter some danger.

Even though she was not a simple person in the past, she is no different from an ordinary little girl now.

In this foreign country, after he disappeared, would she feel restless and afraid?
At the thought of his little wife's possible emotions, he felt something pounding uncomfortably in his chest.

Xiao Mo.

He clenched his hands, gritted his teeth, and continued to search. There was no other better way, but to search one by one.

The line of sight does not let go of any face, and does not let go of any corner.

His sight was wandering like this, looking for and searching, at this moment, he suddenly fixed on a staggering figure on the other side of the crowd, who was holding a woman in his arms, but the woman seemed to have no strength to stand up. No, the key is that the woman's back is so familiar.

(End of this chapter)