Song Ci checked the time and saw that it was only four o'clock in the afternoon.
Usually at this time, Han Zhan is still working in the company. Why did he come back so early today? Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "Brother Han, is he done with work today?"
Han Zhan wanted to tell Song Ci what happened in the company today, but when he lowered his head and saw Song Ci's big belly, Han Zhan smiled again, and said, "I just remembered that I haven't had a good meal with you for a long time, listen to Li Li said that pregnant women are meant to be coaxed, so I went home early today and planned to cook you dinner."
Han Zhan took out the dessert box from the suit jacket he took off, "Look, your favorite chestnut cake."
Song Ci suddenly smiled, it was a very clean and pleasant smile, with a smile, all the stars in the sky were put into her eyes. Han Zhan was a little fascinated, and subconsciously reached out to touch Song Ci's eyes.
Song Ci smiled slightly. She didn't speak, but tilted her head and rubbed her face under Han Zhan's thumb.
Han Zhan suddenly said: "Cibao, I love you."
Song Ci was taken aback.
After being married for so long, this seems to be the first time Han Zhan said I love you to her.
The first moment when he heard this, Song Ci was not moved or delighted, but puzzled. "Han Zhan, tell me what happened." Song Ci looked like a madman, but he was actually very careful. Han Zhan was really weird today. Something must have happened to him today.
A man who almost never said love on his lips suddenly confessed his love, and he was definitely stimulated.
Han Zhan smiled, "Why can't anything escape your eyes?"
Song Ci was a little proud, she said: "I can read minds. Tell me, what happened today?"
Han Zhan pondered for a while, but finally chose to tell the truth. "Today, I was shot and killed." Han Zhan's tone was quite flat, and his eyes didn't fluctuate at all.
But Song Ci's rosy cheeks suddenly became pale when he heard the word 'shooting'.
"Shooting?" Song Ci grasped Han Zhan's arm, and anxiously and worriedly looked at Han Zhan's whole body carefully to confirm that there was no blood on Han Zhan's body, and there were no traces of bandaging wounds. Song Ci raised her throat The heart in his eyes suddenly fell back to reality.
"You are not hurt." She looked scared.
There was a smile in Han Zhan's eyes. "I'm fine." Taking Song Ci into his arms, Han Zhan told her, "A piece of the bulletproof glass in the office was broken, and I escaped a catastrophe. Don't worry."
"Have you caught the murderer?" Song Ci wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully if he didn't catch the murderer.
"Do you still remember the young man you met in Brunei last time?" Han Zhan stroked Song Ci's belly and said, "He is also the one who came to kill me today."
How could Song Ci not remember!
"A Rang? Your half-brother?"
"Um."
Song Ci didn't know how deep A Rang's hatred for Han Zhan was. She asked Han Zhan, "Why did A Rang suddenly attack you? He hasn't come to bother you for so many years. It's too sudden to do something like this today. gone."
"I don't know."
Han Zhan pointed to Song Ci's hand on the sofa, and said, "The young man wearing the hat in the video you were watching just now is Arang."
"ah?"
Song Ci picked up the phone and watched the video again. After being reminded by Han Zhan, looking at the young man in the video, Song Ci also felt that the young man's figure was indeed a bit like the man from Brunei.
"Can't you catch him?" Song Ci hoped that Han Zhan could catch A Rang to avoid future troubles.
Han Zhan shook his head, "A Rang was trained by Edward, it's not easy to catch him."
Han Zhan saw that Song Ci's brows were frowning all the time, and he could kill a mosquito. He held Song Ci's face and smoothed the wrinkles on her face, and then said, "Don't worry about me, I have an iron wall. body, you'll be fine."
"It's you, take care of yourself and don't run around recently." Han Zhan kissed Song Ci's lips and sighed, "Song Ci, you mother and daughter are safe and sound, so I can feel at ease."
"Okay, I promise you, I will never go out these days." Song Ci was the best at assessing the situation, knowing that A Rang was watching from the dark, and she would never go out.
Staying with grandpa is definitely the safest.
"Um."
Han Zhan stood up, patted his wrinkled pants, and said, "What do you want to eat, I'll make it for you."
"Let's see what ingredients are in the refrigerator first."
"good."
Han Zhan was cooking, and the setting sun was about to set, and the afterglow of the sun was falling from the gaps in the forest leaves. The half-mountain villa was hidden in the mottled forest, full of smoke and smoke, full of human fireworks.
Han Zhan put the table in the small garden, served the dishes, set the bowls and chopsticks, took off his apron and shouted to Han Aoyu who was squatting in the vegetable garden planting Chinese cabbage: "Grandpa, it's time to eat!"
Then, he shouted to the room: "Cibao, Uncle Zhong, it's time to eat!"
Han Aoyu went back to the house with the hoe, washed his face, rubbed his hands with soap, and then came to the table. Seeing the table full of dishes, Han Aoyu chuckled and said, "The sun is out in the west today, and you know how to cook."
Han Zhan narrowly escaped death for a while today, only to realize how neglectful he was to his family because he was busy with work. Whether it is Song Ci who is pregnant, or the grandfather who is getting weaker and weaker.
Han Zhan served half a bowl of rice for Han Aoyu, and he said, "From now on, I will rest on Saturdays and weekends."
"Yo." Han Aoyu glanced at him, and taunted him in a strange way: "Isn't he busier than the president of the country on weekdays? Why are you free?" Every look and every word of Han Aoyu was full of dissatisfaction with Han Zhan.
Han Zhan knew he was wrong, and he didn't refute it.
He poured himself a glass of boiled water, picked it up, and toasted Han Aoyu to apologize, saying, "I'm unfilial. I only know how to make money and neglect my family. I'll punish myself." After finishing speaking, Han Zhan lifted the glass of boiled water Drink clean.
Han Aoyu turned his head arrogantly, and said proudly: "You can forgive me if you want." Rubbing his hands, Han Aoyu was eager to try, he said: "Give me a bite!"
Han Zhan put down his teacup and said, "Then don't forgive me."
Han Aoyu let out a hey, and then muttered a few words about Han Zhan.
Song Ci watched the interaction between Han Zhan and Han Aoyu, with a slight smile on his face, but he understood in his heart what he did tonight and why. Because of the rest of his life, before the threat of death, he thought of his family, Xu felt guilty and reluctant, so he cooked a table full of dishes, wanting to accompany her and the old man.
Song Ci poured a cup of chicken soup into the cup, and she said to Han Zhan, "Come on, Brother Han, let's have a toast."
"good."
Seeing that they were all toasting, Zhong Buhui poured himself a glass of water, and also touched a glass with Han Zhan.
After eating, Han Zhan and Han Aoyu lay side by side on the deck chairs in the garden. There are still mosquitoes in this season. Han Aoyu and Han Zhan each lit a mosquito killer lamp, but Han Zhan was born to attract the love of mosquitoes, so he was bitten a few times.
He sat up, swatting the mosquitoes and tickling them non-stop.
Han Aoyu suddenly said: "I heard that you were attacked today."
Han Zhan pressed the mosquito bag on his arm with his hard nails, and said without raising his head, "Grandpa knows?" He thought he could hide it from Han Aoyu.
Han Aoyu snorted coldly, "It's strange that I don't know." Han Aoyu wanted to know something, and it was easy.
Han Zhan hummed before saying, "It's Arang."
"A Rang?" Han Aoyu heard this name for the first time and felt unfamiliar, so he asked Han Zhan, "Who is A Rang?" Hearing what Han Zhan said, the person who wanted to kill him was still an acquaintance.
Han Zhan looked indifferent, and he said: "Edward's other child, who always followed my buttocks when I was a child, is very good-looking, but very timid. Grandpa, do you still remember?"
Han Aoyu thought for a while before asking: "Is it that little boy who stood far away and watched me secretly?"
"Um."
Han Aoyu couldn't remember the child's appearance, and he didn't know the relationship between him and Han Zhan, so he asked him: "Did you two get along when you were young?"
"We had a good relationship at that time. We made an agreement that when we were adults and we were strong enough, we would escape from that cage. But I was lucky to meet you, Grandpa. Ah Rang has no backing, and no one misses him. No one took him out of the sea of suffering, so he became what he is now."
"En." Han Aoyu didn't discuss this matter any more, he closed his eyes and hummed a piece of Peking Opera. Mr. Han is tone deaf, and a classic famous song was sung from his mouth, completely changed. Han Zhan couldn't tell what he was singing.
Han Zhan quickly slipped away.
In the morning and evening, the weather began to cool down, and many of Song Ci's clothes were still left in the duplex. Before Han Zhan got off work the next day, Song Ci called him and asked him to go back and bring her a few pairs of flat shoes and Chuqiu's clothes.
Han Zhan asked Long Yu to drive the car into the community, he opened the door and entered the house, and went straight upstairs. Han Zhan found a suitcase, put away the beautiful pairs of shoes Song Ci called for, and took five or six sets of autumn clothes, folded them, and put them in the suitcase.
He was carrying his suitcase and was going to the door of the room.
With his hand on the doorknob, Han Zhan just pressed the doorknob when there was a slight movement behind him. Han Zhan turned around quickly, raised his left foot at the same time, and kicked it behind him!
That kick hit a solid chest directly.
"Hmph!" A muffled hum followed.
Han Zhan fixed his eyes and saw a gray shadow take two steps back quickly, hitting the bedpost with his calf, and stabilized his figure.
The man raised his hand and touched the corner of his mouth before standing up.
He raised his head suddenly, and a pair of gray-blue eyes met Han Zhan's. The eyes of the two are exactly the same. The man has blond hair and blue eyes, with a small black mole between his lips and chin, making him look charming and charming.
The man grinned at Han Zhan, and said in a strange tone: "I thought you became a sick man after retiring from the army. Unexpectedly, you are quite resistant."
Han Zhan stared at the young man without speaking.
After more than 20 years, this is the first time Han Zhan sees A Rang again. The skinny little boy in my memory has really grown up, tall and handsome, with almost no sense of familiarity from childhood.
Only the little black mole remained the same as before.
Han Zhan let go of the suitcase, frowned and said, "A Rang, long time no see."
Hearing this long-lost A Rang, A Rang was taken aback, and then a look of embarrassment turned into anger appeared on his face. "I'm not here to catch up with you!" Ah Rang raised his fist again and ran towards Han Zhan at the speed of light.
Menacing!
Ah Rang's style of play is very messy, he has not learned orthodox kung fu, his style of play is all skills learned in actual combat with others. Every move and style is a trick to take people's lives!
Ah Rang punched Han Zhan's heart.
When that fist hit, Han Zhan's heart would not be broken, but would tremble a few times.
Han Zhan rested his palm on his chest and took the punch with difficulty, his face changed slightly. With his other hand, he tightly grasped A Rang's arm, and using his head as a weapon, he slammed into A Rang's head vigorously.
A Rang wanted to let go of Han Zhan, but Han Zhan's hands were like iron pliers, and he would not let go after grabbing A Rang.
In battle, Han Zhan never let go of any enemy, he will always find the enemy's most fatal weakness in the shortest time.
And Agen's shortcomings
When Han Zhan hit A Rang's nose with his forehead, he quickly raised his right leg and kicked A Rang's left calf.
Letting go of A Rang's arm, Han Zhan grabbed A Rang's short hair, pulled his hair back along with his scalp, and hit the wall hard several times.
After bumping four or five times in a row, Han Zhan grabbed A Rang's hair and asked him to raise his face to face him.
A Rang's forehead was already bleeding, but there was a sinister and strange smile on his face.
A Rang's smile made Han Zhan extremely uncomfortable.
Han Zhan pressed A Rang on the window sill again, grabbed A Rang's wrist with both hands, and pressed A Rang's waist with his right knee, completely restraining A Rang's movements.
Pressing down on A Rang, Han Zhan pressed A Rang's face on the window sill with his right hand, leaned down and said in A Rang's ear, "Do you really think I know nothing about your infiltration? You didn't find out, Is there surveillance all over my house?"
A Rang scolded angrily: "Are you a pervert? There are surveillance cameras in the room!"
Han Zhan smiled and said, "Which one of us is not a pervert?"
Aang said nothing.
Han Zhan stared at A Rang's face, hesitating whether to kill him.
Ah Rang could see the murderous intent and hesitation in Han Zhan's eyes, but like a madman, he deliberately provoked Han Zhan: "Huofu, if you don't kill me, you will definitely kill that stinky bitch Song Ci someday! Forget, there are two little ones in her belly!"
"I move my hand once, and I get three lives, and I earned it!"
The little boy who used to vomit when he woke up at night because of hurting someone, turned into a murderous monster when he grew up.
A Rang's words made Han Zhan want to kill.
Han Zhan took out the dagger in his pocket and was about to stab A Rang's throat when he suddenly felt something under his knee. Han Zhan looked at A Rang's waist suspiciously. Through the thin fabric of the clothes, Han Zhan saw the outline of a pistol.
A Rang was still scolding Han Zhan ferociously: "Come on! Just stab me to death! Back then you abandoned me and went to glory and wealth alone, and you can definitely kill me now! Why hesitate, just go straight through!" "
"Hypocrisy is disgusting!"
A Rang raised his neck and told Han Zhan considerately: "Come on, stab me at the neck, just stab the main artery here, and you will die the fastest!"
Han Zhan stared at A Rang's angry face. After a while, he suddenly withdrew the knife and let A Rang go. Han Zhan took a step back, leaned against the wall, and looked at A Rang with complicated eyes.
Seeing Han Zhan suddenly withdrawing his hand, Ah Rang was taken aback for a moment. He stood up cursing, sat on the window sill, and asked Han Zhan with a sneer: "Why, dare not kill me? You are so cowardly."
Han Zhan played with the knife in his hand, his voice was not high, but not low, he said, "You didn't shoot me."
A Rang's treacherous smile froze on his face. "What?" Arang pretended not to understand.
Han Zhan glanced at A Rang's waist and reminded him: "You have a gun. Why didn't you shoot me?"
Ah Rang's expression changed, and his expression became arrogant and disdainful. He said, "For you, it's not worth my gun!"
Ah Rang's expression was disgusting and ferocious, which reminded Han Zhan of the cat that the old man had raised many years ago. It looked mighty and domineering, but when you poked its stomach, it immediately wanted to be hugged and held high.
Han Zhan suddenly laughed, "A Rang, you are a good boy."
After being molested, Ajean began to curse again: "Hove the son of a bitch, XX" Ajean scolded from English to Italian, then to German, and then came a sentence in Chinese: "I am thirty-two years old, Be good, mother X!"
Han Zhan laughed sullenly. "You were boring when you were a child, but now you are articulate."
Agen simply shut up.
Han Zhan looked down and saw that A Rang's left leg was twitching unconsciously. But even though the calf was so painful that it was throbbing, Ah Rang's face was calm, as if he hadn't been injured.
He has learned to bear it, learned to smash his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.
Han Zhan said suddenly: "Alan, leave Italy and live with me."
Ah Rang stared at Han Zhan in a daze, his eyes were slightly red.
He rubbed his nose and turned his head to look at the neighborhood outside the window. After a few seconds, he whispered, "Hof, people with rotten bones cannot be cured at all." The rotten bone is still missing a piece, and it will never grow back.
He has merged with hell, he was born as a ghost in hell, and died as a handful of ashes in hell.
He cannot do without.
He's rotten there.
Upon hearing A Rang's answer, Han Zhan felt uncomfortable. Once again, he was extremely grateful to Han Aoyu for finding him, bringing him back, and teaching him meticulously. Otherwise, Han Zhan will definitely grow into a more twisted and evil person than A Rang.
Han Zhan raised his hand, wanting to touch A Rang's hand and hair. He stretched out his hand halfway, but finally took it back.
Noticing that Han Zhan's hand had been put down, Ah Rang rested on his shoulders and remained silent.
Han Zhan suddenly asked A Rang: "A Rang, do you want to visit your mother?"
This topic jumped a little fast, and A Rang couldn't keep up with Han Zhan's rhythm. Blinking his eyes, Ah Rang was confused and asked, "My mother?"
Seeing that A Rang seemed stupid, Han Zhan smiled, and said: "I investigated your mother's identity many years ago, and I finally found out the year before last." Han Zhan told A Rang: "The information is in my study , I'll get it for you."
"Who wants it!" Ah Rang opened his mouth when he refused, but the bottom of his butt seemed to be glued, stuck to the window sill, and couldn't get off.
Han Zhan turned around and went to the study, where he found the document.
A gap was opened in the study, and Han Zhan threw the document through the gap. He closed the door and stood behind it, listening intently. After a while, he heard footsteps coming out of his master bedroom.
The footsteps stopped when they reached the door of the study, and then went downstairs.
After a while, Han Zhan opened the door and saw that the ground was clean, but the documents were gone.
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Arang returned to the hotel with the documents.
After taking a shower and drinking a glass of red wine, he calmed down and opened the document.
Gao Yunyun—
Female, born in 1969, now lives in Qinshui Town.
Thirty years ago, she became a female singer in Hong Kong City, and retired in a low-key manner after five years of debut. Now married, with a daughter.
After investigation, Gao Yunyun became a female singer at the age of 18, and at a dinner party at the age of 19, she was given to her partner Edward by her boss. The two spent three days and two nights together. In 1988, Gao Yunyun secretly gave birth to a child. Before confinement, the child was picked up by Edward.
A Rang finished reading the document, tightened the bathrobe on his body, and lay on the sofa, falling asleep restlessly.
In the Jiangnan water town, it is rainy in August and the mist is hazy, like a fairyland imprisoned in the world.
A Rang was wearing a crow blue silk shirt, holding a handmade black oil paper umbrella with a crane painted on it. He has blond hair and blue eyes, deep and upright and handsome features, and his thin and handsome figure shuttles on the smooth stone road, breaking the quiet town in the south of the Yangtze River.
In this peaceful and beautiful town, a handsome man suddenly came, and soon spread the word, farther and farther.
This afternoon, the third year cram school of Qinshui Town Middle School was on holiday.
After Zhong Linger left school, when he walked to the school gate, he saw his parents standing by the car, waiting for him to leave school. She ran to her mother with small steps, hugged her mother, and said coquettishly, "Mom, I miss you so much."
Her mother Gao Yunyun was about to laugh when she heard her daughter Zhong Linger say, "I really want to eat your coke chicken wings and fried rice cakes!"
Gao Yunyun shook her head helplessly, took Zhong Linger's hand and got into the car, and Gao's father followed behind their mother and daughter with a smile, looking upright and talkative. In the distance, a handsome young man stood under a tree, watching the car going away from a distance, in his eyes, the green mountains and green waters of the small town in the south of the Yangtze River appeared, misty and shining.
Zhong Linger sat in the car and said to Gao Yunyun: "Mom, they said that there is a handsome guy in our town who looks like a European and American star. Have you seen it? Tomorrow is a holiday, and I will go to the town to see it too." look."
As soon as Father Zhong heard his daughter mention the handsome guy, he panicked. My daughter is still so young, how can she fall in love? "You're going to be promoted to the third grade soon. It's serious to study hard. What a handsome guy."
Sticking out her tongue at the serious and rigid father, Zhong Linger took her mother's hand again, and said, "Mom, do you want me to see the handsome guy? I'll just go and have a look, take a sneak peek, and encourage me to study hard in the future. He is worthy of a super handsome guy."
"You're the only one with a lot of nonsense."
Back home, after Zhong Linger fell asleep, Gao Yunyun took a shower and threw the clothes into the washing machine. She went to the living room to get a glass of water, walked to the back of the window to drink, and when she lowered her head, she saw a tall and straight young man standing in the yard of her house.
The moon exuded a bright light, and behind the man, there was a dark floor.
Standing in the moonlight, the young man is as beautiful as a crown jade, but his body is covered with sadness.
Gao Yunyun was taken aback.
They are all houses in the ancient town, exclusive single family, and the courtyards are all inside the courtyard gate.
The youth came in over the wall.
But the strange thing is that Gao Yunyun calmed down only after the initial shock. Across the moonlight, Gao Yunyun looked at the young man from a distance, and when she came back to her senses, the young man had already left, and she, for some reason, was full of tears.
The next morning, Gao Yunyun got up early, and took a thermos pot to buy bean curd from Uncle Wang in Zhenkou. She was wearing a white cheongsam, embroidered shoes, and her waist was very narrow. When she walked, she had a graceful figure, and many men were peeking at her.
A woman in her fifties, her temperament is still very elegant, and her figure is also very delicate and delicate. Lao Zhong is really blessed.
Gao Yunyun walked to Uncle Wang's shop and said, "Pack three servings of bean curd."
"Okay, does Yunyun still want fried dough sticks and hemp balls?"
"I want three." After a pause, Gao Yunyun said again: "Give me some more rice cakes, and I'll fry them myself when I get home."
"okay!"
Uncle Wang was quick with his hands and feet, and quickly prepared what Gao Yunyun needed.
Gao Yunyun was carrying her things, and when she saw light rain falling from the sky again, she opened an oil-paper umbrella and walked along the narrow and long alley. After walking for a while, Gao Yunyun saw a young man in white and walked towards him.
Staring at the outline of the young man's facial features, Gao Yunyun stood there panicked.
"Be careful." The young man caught the rice cake that Gao Yunyun almost dropped to the ground.
Gao Yunyun came back to her senses and quickly thanked him: "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
The youth crossed over and left.
The young man walked five or six steps, Gao Yunyun suddenly turned around and called out to the young man. "Wait a minute, sir."
A Rang paused, and he turned his head slowly, looking at Gao Yunyun.
"Sir, have you been following me for the past few days?" Gao Yunyun had already discovered the existence of the young man. He always appeared by her side inadvertently these days and could not be ignored.
A Rang suddenly took out a handkerchief from his pocket. The handkerchief was bought at an embroidery shop in the town, with a proud red plum embroidered on it. A Rang handed the handkerchief to Gao Yunyun, and asked embarrassedly, "Are you Gao Yunyun?"
Gao Yunyun nodded, "I am."
A Rang smiled, and told Gao Yunyun: "Hi, I'm your fan, and I especially like your song "Won't Come Yesterday" very much." Under the stunned gaze, Yunyun asked politely, "Can you sign me?"
Gao Yunyun was stunned. "Are you my fan?"
"yes."
When Gao Yunyun was young, she was a small singer. Later, she didn't make a big name, so she retired and married.
Gao Yunyun was flattered to be able to meet her fans after many years, a young and handsome foreign man. In her clutch bag, there was a pen. Gao Yunyun took the handkerchief from A Rang, and signed her name on the counter of a canteen nearby.
A Rang looked at her signing, with a focused expression, and slowly lowered her head.
"Okay." Gao Yunyun handed the handkerchief to Alan.
A Rang looked down, and saw written on the handkerchief——
I wish you peace and success, a lifetime of worry-free life, and a long life—Gao Yunyun.
This really doesn't look like an autographed blessing from an idol to a fan.
A Jean took the handkerchief with both hands, and was not in a hurry to fold it, but was waiting for the writing on it to dry. Gao Yunyun looked at him for a while, then suddenly said: "It is fate to meet each other, sir, let me treat you to breakfast."
A Rang looked at her with a complicated expression.
Gao Yunyun explained: "I have quit the industry for many years, and it is my honor that someone still remembers me. Sir, I would like to treat you to breakfast, would you like to do me a favor?"
Oddly enough, Arang nodded.
They were sitting in a breakfast shop.
The Xiaolongbao in the grid of the small drawer is round and white, very cute and delicious.
Gao Yunyun picked up a steamed bun with clean chopsticks and put it on the plate in front of A Rang. "Sir, this steamed bun is very delicious. If you dip it in some sauce, it will be even more delicious."
A Rang stared at the Xiaolongbao, lost his mind for a while, then picked up the Xiaolongbao, dipped it in some sauce, and stuffed it into his mouth.
The rich scallion-flavored meat flavor overflows between the mouth and mouth.
Ah Rang was chewing on the steamed bun, suddenly his eyes blurred.
Gao Yunyun stared at the handsome and handsome man with jealousy. Eight of that drawer of steamed buns went into A Rang's stomach. After eating the steamed buns, Ah Rang put down his chopsticks, and he wiped his lips gracefully with a tissue, before he slowly stood up and bowed to say goodbye.
“Thanks for the hospitality, the steamed buns are delicious.”
Ah Rang's eyelashes trembled before he said, "Then, Ms. Gao Yunyun, I will take my leave."
A Rang was about to leave when Gao Yunyun suddenly got excited and grabbed A Rang's wrist.
Arang was stunned.
He lowered his head, looked at Gao Yunyun, and said nothing.
Gao Yunyun realized that she was being abrupt, and she quickly said, "I still have a gift for you."
Ah Rang asked softly, "What is it?"
Gao Yunyun opened her clutch bag and took out a jade pendant from it. She put the jade pendant into A Rang's hand and said, "This is a safe pendant. It's worthless. I went to the temple to ask for it last time." Yes. It is fate to meet you here, I have nothing else to give, this jade pendant, you accept it."
Gao Yunyun took another deep look at A Rang, and just now she picked up her bag and walked out of the breakfast shop gracefully.
After watching Gao Yunyun's figure disappear at the door of the breakfast shop, Ah Rang spread his palms and looked down at the little dragon jade pendant on it.
Ah Rang suddenly took out his mobile phone and searched a question on Baidu——
In August 1988, what is the zodiac
Answer: dragon.
Ah Rang held the jade pendant, and suddenly his eyes blurred.
He folded the handkerchief, put it in his pocket, and hung the jade pendant around his neck. Then he returned to the hotel, the house, and left China. At the airport, Ah Rang took his mobile phone, sent a text message to Han Zhan, and left.
Naples International Airport was crowded with people, and Alan got into an off-road vehicle with a small bag on his back.
The car circled the city for more than forty minutes, and finally stopped in front of a mansion. He got out of the car, kicked his hands in his pockets, and walked into the house.
Passing by the swimming pool, Arang stopped when he saw a man doing morning exercises in the pool, and respectfully shouted in the direction of the pool: "Cecileo, where is father?"
Cecilio got out of the swimming pool, wearing only a pair of swimming trunks, his chest and abdominal muscles were very sharp, covered with two bullet wounds. He tossed his hair, water splashed everywhere, and his masculinity was fragrant.
After staring deeply at A Rang, Cecilio suddenly asked, "A Rang, who did you go to see?"
Cecilio has eyes as sharp as an eagle's. With just one glance, he noticed the change in A Rang.
There were some inexplicable emotions on his body. That is an emotion that they should never have!
A Rang's heart shuddered, and he replied without revealing his face: "The mission failed."
Cecilio raised his eyebrows and said without expression: "Go and accept the crime yourself."
"yes."
Naples is in southern Italy, close to the Mediterranean Sea, and the houses here are all in the Mediterranean standard architectural style. Ah Rang walked into a small building with white walls and red bricks. When he heard the movement, he took off his shoes and stepped on the wooden floor to the second floor.
A shirtless man was sitting on the sofa in the hall on the second floor with his back to Agen, maintaining his favorite gun. On the side, a girl with a sexy figure held a bottle of whiskey in her hand and knelt on the ground to pour him wine.
He assembled the gun and put the muzzle against the girl's chin.
The girl gave him a charming look, then opened her mouth, actively biting the muzzle of the gun.
The man sneered and pushed her down.
A Rang just stood there, watching them mess around.
After everything was over, the girl dragged her weak body away, and the man picked up the bathrobe on the floor and put it on.
He stood up and turned around, revealing a pair of majestic and cold handsome faces. He was nearly sixty years old, but there were not many traces of age on the man's face. Coupled with his self-discipline in life, his body and mental outlook were like those of a forty-year-old man.
Squinting those gray-blue eyes, Edward poured a glass of wine and handed it to Alan.
A Rang caught the wine with both hands, not daring to drink it.
"I heard that your mission failed this time?" Edward was expressionless, but Arang's hand holding the wine glass was trembling slightly. He nodded slightly, hummed, "I'm sorry, father, I was negligent in my duty."
Edward asked: "Why did it fail!"
Arang was silent for a moment before saying, "Lone wolf, it's Hof."
"That little bastard!" Edward snorted coldly. He took the wine from Arang's hand and put it on the table. Touching the mouth of the cup, Edward suddenly turned around, raised the gun in his hand, and shot Arang!
The bullet penetrated into the abdomen and tore Agen's intestines.
A Rang immediately knelt down, not daring to say anything, not daring to cover the wound with his hands.
Adhua walked over with the wine and poured the glass of whiskey on Agen's wound. The wound was washed with wine, and the piercing pain was suffocating.
A Rang's face was distorted in pain, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his face was as white as a dead person in a funeral parlor's coffin, but he still wanted to apologize respectfully: "...I'm sorry, I'm incompetent."
"waste!"
Edward lifted his foot, walked over the pool of blood on the ground, and walked straight away.
(end of this chapter)