I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 247: Undercurrents raging

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In Wanghai City Airport, there are a lot of people.

In such an international metropolis, you can always see all kinds of foreign faces. Especially since Christmas is approaching, there are also more international friends who take advantage of the rare long vacation to travel to China.

The announcement of the flight taking off reverberates in the lobby. With the endless conversation and the crying of children, the waiting room is slightly noisy.

A foreigner sat on a chair with his eyes closed to refresh himself. The gray coat made him look inconspicuous. Under the lowered brim was a brown face covered with scum. Don't doubt that he is white, this skin color is just the reason for staying in the desert for a long time.

It is hard to imagine that in such an environment, people can still sleep.

"Uncle, the toy car." Nuo Nuo's voice rang in his ears, and a little boy stood beside him, pointing his shoes shyly.

The man opened one eye and smiled gently, the wrinkles on his face twisted like a knife.

It's like an affable middle-aged person.

However, the turquoise pupil destroyed the amiable expression. The ferocious light refracted in the dark green, like a wild wolf, is all written with grimace.

The little boy stepped back two steps, with a fearful expression on his face. He dared not ask for a toy car and ran away.

Seeing the little boy running away, the man shook his head, stood up, and walked outside the waiting room.

"Mr. Gris is worthy. The hungry name of the hungry wolf, even in the East tens of thousands of miles away, can still scare children to cry." An Oriental naturally walked to his side, from his hand He took the suitcase and said with a smile.

"I don't want to get into trouble just after getting off the plane, so you better call me G here." Gris said lightly.

"Okay, Mr. G." The person who received him smiled, "How do you feel about the new working environment? Compared to Iraq."

"The smell of the desert is terrible," Gris grinned. "But I prefer the quiet hustle and bustle of sand dust to the noise here."

"What is it that makes the hungry wolf who kills without blinking become Dickinson?" The man rolled his eyes and said with exaggeration.

"Perhaps blood." Grice shrugged. "Someone told me that poet and killer, these two professions are very similar."

"One chants of death, and one executes death?" the man teased.

"Speaking of it, Mr. Li, you seem to be late?" Gris didn't interrupt him any more, glanced at the electronic clock in the airport lobby and said lightly.

"Because there was a little accident ... But it doesn't matter, the only difference is the process of execution." Pulling the car key out of his pocket and turning around, Li Zhongping laughed.

"Unexpected?"

"Well. We originally thought we could cooperate with each other, but it seems that Zhang Youjie made a mistake. In view of the changes in the situation, we have to start Plan B. Not surprisingly, we may play against the agents of Hua Guo." Li Zhongping sighed helplessly, although this helpless expression looked a bit artificial.

Shrugging, Gris said slowly.

"For me, there is no accident."

He does n’t care about the agents in China. Just like a hungry wolf who has gone through hundreds of battles, he will not care about the demonstration of one or two shepherd dogs. Although he can't play well, he knows a hundred ways to track and kill the enemy. There are so many terrorists and people endangering the interests of the country that he can't even count.

There is no possibility of losing.

"It is a Chinese named Lao Dao who is responsible for target security."

After hearing that, Grice's eyes narrowed, and a grin lifted from the corner of his mouth.

"Old knife?"

......

"Did you go so long?"

"I met an acquaintance and casually chatted a few words." Sitting back across from Xia Shiyu, Jiang Chen smiled and replied.

Looking at the smile on Jiang Chen's face, Xia Shiyu's face was inexplicably red, his head lowered, and the lush white jade fingered the coat's hem.

"Speaking of it, am I ... we, are we boys and girls?"

Looking at Xia Shiyu's appearance, Jiang Chen couldn't help but blush and looked to the side and scratched his cheek.

"Uh, it is." Although not exactly.

"Is there anything I need to do?"

"No need ... let it be the case." Jiang Chen swallowed and looked at the bright cheeks.

Although I want to say "Let's start with kiss anyway", he still restrained his evil thoughts.

After all, the relationship between the two is just to cope with the urging of their parents.

He can feel Xia Shiyu's feelings for himself, and he does have a good impression of her.

With Xia Shiyu's character, it is absolutely impossible to accept the existence of Aisha and Liu Yao ...

It ’s better to let it go.

"Wait for the two parties to understand each other better before entering the next step." This is also Jiang Chen's agreement with her.

......

After eating, Jiang Chen drove Xia Shiyu back home.

In the face of the passionate uncle and aunt, Jiang Chen just greeted him politely and delivered a gift that had already been prepared. He said goodbye after a few words of greeting.

Looking at the back of Jiang Chen driving away, Xia Mu hugged her daughter's shoulders and smiled cheerfully.

"How? Mom did n’t lie to you. This Xiaojiang looks like a talented person. You have to be nice to others. This year, there are not many men with such good conditions."

"Okay mom ..." Xia Shiyu buried her head and muttered cheeks red.

"You also work harder and get married early, your parents are still waiting to hug their grandchildren."

"Sun, grandson? Then, that, I--" The cold, pretty face flushed red, Xia Shiyu's thin lips opened and closed, and he was completely in a panic.

Child ...

If you have a baby, you should get that ...

Like the frightened deer, Xia Shiyu rushed into his room without looking back, slamming the door shut, leaving his parents surprised in the living room.

"You old man, why are you talking nonsense?" Xia Mu severely punished the old man.

When the old face blushed, Father Xia choked back in disbelief, "I said something, don't you want to hug your grandson early?"

"..."

After rushing into the room, he closed the door and Xia Shiyu leaned behind the door.

She leaned against the door and slid slowly, and she slowly sat on the floor.

Panting slightly, she reached down and pressed her chest.

The blush spread all the way from her white neck to the roots of her ears, and she just felt her heart beat.

What kind of a baby ...

An unreal picture emerged in her mind.

In a suit and leather shoes, Jiang Chen walked to her side, his face filled with sunshine and a charming smile. Blushing, she stepped forward and took his arm.

Wearing a white wedding dress, stepping on high-heeled wedding shoes, with the blessing of friends and family, the two walked across the red carpet together and exchanged vow kisses in front of everyone.

When the screen changes, it's a wedding room.

Jiang Chenheng hugged her, kissed her forehead, and then placed her gently on the soft wedding bed, reaching out ...

At this moment, there was a slight noise outside the door. Not sure if it was an illusion, she also heard an English sentence.

Xia Shiyu froze, stood up from the floor.

I do n’t know when to start. The sound of the two old men quarreling has disappeared.

She suddenly felt an inexplicable panic.

It ’s terrible quiet outside.

She swallowed, and she reached for the door handle and unscrewed the door of the room.

Outside the door is a smiling face.

But that does not belong to Jiang Chen, but belongs to a woman, a blond woman with a headset.

Xia Shiyu froze, she didn't know her.

"You are-"

"No need to care, a kidnapper lady." Said teasingly, Catherine stabbed the shocker in her abdomen cleanly.

The sense of paralysis interrupted her consciousness in an instant, and Xia Shiyu fell softly on Catherine.

"The" package "has been recovered." Catherine relaxed with a click on the headset.

The two old men in the living room have collapsed on the sofa.

"Perfect, return to the 'warehouse' to stand by." Sitting in a coffee shop, Zhang Youjie's mouth raised a triumphant smile.

"Understanding."

The communication is over, Zhang Youjie closes the laptop and walks outside the cafe.

The mocking smile flickered from the corner of his mouth.

"It's almost amateur." (To be continued.)