Chapter 447

Suddenly, Zhao Yizhou didn't feel confident.

Yes, Zhao Jiayan has been with him since he was born. He taught him all the things that newborn people need to learn. Xiao Song also called Zhao Jiayan's father.

What about him? What reason does he have to let Xiao Song choose?

In the past few times, he not only had no reason to let Xiao Song choose, but also had a reason to make him afraid. Every time he woke up, he looked like he was afraid.

But to this point, he also came here, there is no reason to give up.

Ling Yizhou clenched his teeth and held fast to the side wall of the plane with the last insistence. He looked at Xiao Song expectantly and hoped that he could follow him.

Xiao Song took a look at Ling Yizhou and Zhao Jiayan, and called out his father to Zhao Jiayan.

Ling Yizhou's heart is dead.

But the next second, Xiao song came to him, "uncle, will I fall to death later?" He looked down so high, scared.

Ling Yizhou suddenly did not understand what he meant, would he fall to death? Ling Yizhou looked down. Did he want to go with him?

Zhao Jiayan over there has already hissed, "Zhao song, your name is Zhao!"

Xiao Song turned his lips, or put his hands into Ling Yizhou's hands, "but uncle said to give me the surname Ling."

The ecstasy of the bottom of my heart suddenly rises, Ling Yizhou can't tell what mood he is now, as if floating in the cloud, oh, no, as if, he is really and truly floating in the cloud.

Zhao Jiayan, with a burst of pain on his face, crawled toward him, "you call my father, but you go with others. Xiao Song, you are as heartless as your mother."

However, Ling Yizhou has already held song in his arms.

Next to his plane, he put on a wire rope on his body. Ling Yizhou covered Xiao Song's eyes. "Stinky boy, we may fly in the air for a period of time, but don't be afraid. We can't fall dead with wire rope."

"Uncle, how can you call me a stinky boy." Xiao Song protested.

However, the sound disappeared in the huge air convection, Ling Yizhou holding Xiao Song fell quickly, but he had a smile when he was extremely nervous.

Worthy of his flesh and blood, can make the right judgment at the critical moment.

Xiao Song lies in Ling Yizhou's arms, can smell the bloody smell on his body, at the same time can hear the wind in his ear singing a very fierce song.

By the time they stopped, they were already in mid air under the plane.

Xiao Song ignored Ling Yizhou's opposition, opened his eyes and saw where they were now, "so cool."

Ling Yizhou laughs. Fortunately, he is a boy and has enough burden. If he is a daughter, he will not take such a plan.

His rescue plane quickly flew over and stopped near here. Ling Yizhou took out another piece of wire rope he was carrying and threw it at the rescue plane. A rope ladder was thrown out from the rescue plane at the same time.

Fortunately, there is a rope ladder, otherwise he is injured like this now, and holding Xiao Song, he may not be able to climb up by himself.

Climbing up the ladder, Ling Yizhou suddenly wanted to ask Xiao Song a question, "why did you choose me?"

Xiao Song thought, "because you are handsome."

Ling Yizhou Thanks to him, he thought he was wise and wise at a young age, but he ran to be handsome.

"But my face is swollen. Where do you see it's handsome?"

Xiao Song looked at his face and shook his head, "Dad is not good. He doesn't like me."

Ling Yizhou knew that the father in his mouth was Zhao Jiayan. He pursed his lips and did not speak.

Even the youngest child knows how to observe his words and looks. Zhao Jiayan has no patience with him any more, and his eyes are no longer spoiled. He even holds a gun to him.

But Ling Yizhou was different. He ran from such a dangerous high altitude to save him. He didn't care about his safety during the fight. His eyes were tender. His heart was full of flesh. The final choice was of course self-evident.

Ling Yizhou finally climbed onto the rescue plane, put Xiao Song down and lay on the plane. He was so tired that he had no strength, but he still had a smile.

"Sir, Zhao Jiayan's plane is still in operation. Do you want to shoot it down now?"

"No Ling Yizhou took a look at Xiao Song and said, "let him go." Even if it is to thank him for bringing him up, but if he can escape the magic palm of nanjintian, it is not what he wants to consider.

"Yes." Wen Li nodded and told the pilot to return.

"Wen Li."

"I'm here, sir."

"I remember my birthday to It's coming. " Ling Yizhou is still panting for breath.

"Yes, sir. I have prepared a birthday party a few months ago. According to your intention, sir, we will hold a Ling's dinner party as usual and spend the rest of my time with my family."

"Take advantage of that opportunity to announce Xiao Song's identity." Ling Yizhou reached out and touched the head of Xiao Song. Since he was the seed of Ling Yizhou, he needed the necessary status and treatment.

"Yes, I understand." Wen Li looked at the wound of Ling Yizhou and said to the pilot, "faster."Xiao Song hid himself and touched his hand. "Oh, a lot of blood."

The boy even looks disgusted. It's not all for you. Ling Yizhou retracts his hand and hums.

"Does it hurt?" After a few seconds, the small head stretched out again, a face of inquiry to study the wound on his hand.

Ling Yizhou was cured instantly and said, "no pain." In fact, up to the rescue plane, he did not feel pain. When people's tension reached a certain level, he would not feel pain.

At that time, he was very nervous, Xiao Song.

"Is it not painful?" Hearing what he said, Xiao Song reached out and pressed the place where there was a bullet in his hand.

"Ah Ling Yizhou immediately cried out in pain.

"Xiao Song was scared," eh, uncle, you are not handsome at all. "

Ling Yizhou's forehead was hurt by a few bean sized beads of sweat. He was still here to discuss whether he was handsome or not. He was really a heartless child.

"Sir, it is said that children are the natural enemies of their fathers. It is normal for young masters to grow up." Wen stood aside to give appropriate comfort.

"Uncle Wen, the sun is setting." Xiao Song's attention was immediately attracted by the setting sun, but it doesn't matter to see the setting sun, but Ling Yizhou, who heard that his uncle could be called, felt a burst of frustration in his heart.

Little song called Uncle Chuyan, called Wen Li, a big five man, but he called him uncle. Is this really the old enemy's treatment?

"Uncle Wen, the sun will not be seen in three and a half minutes. I heard it on TV."

"Young master is very good."

Xiao Song and Wen Li are discussing the sunset. Ling Yizhou gets up and looks at Xiao Song. He is thinking about a problem.

How to make him change his mouth?

He doesn't want an uncle, let alone an uncle.

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