414.
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Feng lit a cigarette and started smoking slowly. When the cigarette burned out, he stamped out the butt of the cigarette and stood up and walked outside.
The houses in the station have been built one after another. Johnson and Tooth Skull and their tribe are extremely motivated about the place where they will live. Especially after seeing the materials delivered by Zhai Qiang, their emotions are unprecedented. high.
When he saw the gigolo, Zhang Feng walked over and wanted to get Yun Qian to Ludawang from under 01's surveillance. This was best done by a gigolo, and he was also good at it.
"Gigolo, I'll leave something to you." Zhang Feng sneered.
"Made, what's wrong with you kid?" the gigolo said cursingly.
At that moment, Zhang Feng told the gigolo about getting Yun Qian to Ludawang from 01 surveillance.
The gigolo frowned tightly when he heard this, and muttered a curse: "Madman, are you really crazy, or how did you get it? Although you and I are now retired from 01, if we really put this cloud If Qian gets it under 01's surveillance, it will really break up with 01. Moreover, this Yun Qian is just a student of Professor Mitsui, is it really that important? "
Zhang Feng nodded and said with great certainty: "It's very important. It's related to my life. I must get it."
The gigolo stared at Zhang Feng, and when he saw the extremely solemn look on his face, he knew that he was not lying to him. "Is it related to your life? Well, after you come back from Paris, you can see her standing in the station in good condition. Tell me her contact information and I will contact her."
Zhang Feng chuckled twice and gave the gigolo his phone number, leaving the matter to him. Zhang Feng was extremely relieved.
… …
In the evening, Zhai Qiang came to the station again. After briefly greeting others, he went directly to Zhang Feng. After handing the things to him alone, he returned to the city of Rwanda without stopping at the station.
What Zhang Feng asked Zhai Qiang to prepare was poison!
The harm of poison is self-evident, but Zhang Feng has no other way. If there is nothing wrong with Zhuo Zhaoyun, Zhang Feng can endure the headache until Yun Qian arrives to solve the neural control chip in his brain.
But now Zhuo Zhaoyun’s jewelry company
Internal and external troubles must be resolved as soon as possible. Zhang Feng can only use the crazy excitement brought by poison to suppress the pain in his head.
In the cave, the pain broke out again. Zhang Feng could only take out the prepared syringe and insert it into his own meridians, controlling the dosage to prevent the strong addiction, which would eventually make him unable to quit.
The crazy excitement caused by the poison completely suppressed the pain. Although he drank poison to quench his thirst, Zhang Feng had no choice.
… … …
Three days later, Zhang Feng boarded a plane from Rwanda to Paris.
After a full twenty hours of flight, the plane landed smoothly at the Paris Airport. With Mike's identity, there was no trouble along the way.
After walking out of the airport, Zhang Feng took a taxi directly to the hotel where Zhuo Zhaoyun was staying at the moment.
Paris is known as the city of fashion, culture, and romance. It seems that this city is filled with the smell of romance. This smell is like a mixture of lust and perfume, which makes people eat it in their bones.
But wherever the sun shines, there are dark corners, and Paris is no exception. The underground world here belongs to the mafia that has been passed down for centuries.
Nowadays, the so-called mafia is not just the gangsters on the street, but also rich families and even famous political parties.
After paying the fare, Zhang Feng got off the car and walked into the hotel.
Zhuo Zhaoyun was waiting anxiously in the hotel lobby. When she saw Zhang Feng walking in, she rushed over.
Standing at the door of the hotel, Zhang Feng raised a faint smile on his lips, opened his arms, and Zhuo Zhaoyun flew directly into his arms.
He held her waist, patted his back gently, and said softly: "This is not the place to talk. Let's go to your room to talk."
"Yeah." Zhuo Zhaoyun nodded, and the two of them walked into the hotel elevator.
Zhuo Zhaoyun could no longer suppress the longing in her heart. She hugged Zhang Feng's neck tightly, and her lips that breathed out the fragrance came close...
"Ding ding." The elevator reached the top floor and the elevator door slowly opened. Zhuo Zhaoyun reluctantly let go of his hands, with longing in his beautiful eyes.
Zhang Feng and Zhuo Zhaoyun walked into the presidential suite on the top floor. Zhuo Zhaoyun said excitedly: "Zhang Feng, I miss you so much."
"Me too. So tired,
I'm going to take a shower. Now that I am here, I will solve the matter in Paris for you. No one can touch my woman. "Zhang Feng sneered.
When I walked into the bathroom, I saw that the large bathtub was filled with water and there were bubbles on it.
With a wry smile, he took off his clothes and got into the bathtub, soaking his body in the warm water.
The bathroom door was slowly opened from the outside, and Zhuo Zhaoyun walked into the bathroom barefoot.
His head was lowered slightly, his cheeks blushing like ripe peaches. Xin's long body is dressed in purple gauze, and her exquisite curves are looming, hazy and beautiful.
Zhang Feng is not a virgin. On the contrary, when he performed the undercover mission, he used the alias Zhang Boss and acted as a nymphomaniac.
His eyes were already a little straight, his Adam's apple rolled slightly as he swallowed saliva.
Although she and Zhuo Zhaoyun have been in a relationship for some time, she has never asked to sleep with Zhuo Zhaoyun. It's not that I don't want to, I just don't want to force it.
The more beautiful a thing is, the more interesting it is when two people are in love.
Zhuo Zhaoyun bit her lip lightly, her expression was ready to speak but she was still shy. She was not entangled. She wanted to give everything she had to the man in front of her.
After gently undressing Luo Shang, the purple gauze slowly fell to the ground, and her perfect figure was completely exposed to Zhang Feng's realization.
Zhang Feng felt his blood surge up, as if it was about to spurt out of his nose. There is not even a single strand inside the tulle...
"The mandarin ducks are in pairs under the quilt, and a pear tree weighs the begonias."
The sky was getting dark, and Zhang Feng walked out of the bathroom with Zhuo Zhaoyun in his arms. Zhuo Zhaoyun's blushing cheeks and corners of her eyes showed a woman's charm and shyness.
He gently put her on the bed and said dotingly: "Get some sleep. You are really tired from supporting the jewelry company by yourself during this period."
"Yes." Zhuo Zhaoyun nodded in a voice that sounded like a mosquito, curling up next to Zhang Feng. She had never felt so happy.
Zhang Feng felt more responsibility at the moment. The girl who works for the old madam standing on the street, pays three to five hundred yuan, picks up her pants and leaves when she is done, she can be ruthless, the prodigal is unrighteous,
But Zhuo Zhaoyun is completely different. When a woman gives her soul and body to you, it is a responsibility, no matter how heavy it is, she must carry it on her shoulders.