I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

In the airport of Wanghai City, people are moving.

In such a cosmopolitan city, you can always see a variety of foreign faces. Especially when Christmas is near, there are more international friends who come to China for a rare holiday.

The broadcast of the upcoming flight reverberated in the hall, accompanied by endless conversations and crying of children, the waiting room was slightly noisy.

A foreigner sat in a chair and closed his eyes. The gray coat made him look very inconspicuous. Under the lowered hat, there was a brown face adorned with scum. Don't doubt that he is white, and this skin color is just a long time in the desert.

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

"Uncle, toy car." The sound of his voice rang in his ear, and a little boy stood beside him, pointing his finger at his shoes.

The man opened his eyes and smiled slyly, and the wrinkles on his face twisted like a knife.

It is like an amiable middle-aged man.

However, the green-green pupil was to destroy this amiable expression. The dark green refracts the fierce light of the wolf, and the writing is full of flaws.

The little boy stepped back two steps, his face showing a scared expression, not dare to have a toy car, and ran away.

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

"It’s Mr. Gris. The fierce name of a hungry wolf, even in the east of tens of thousands of miles, can still scare children." An oriental person naturally came to him and took it from him. The suitcase, said with a smile.

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

"Okay, Mr. G." The person who received him smiled. “What's the feeling of your new work environment? Compared to Iraq.”

"The smell of the desert is very bad." Gris grinned. "But compared to the noise here, I prefer the quietness of the dust."

"What exactly is the hungry wolf that kills people without blinking, becomes Dickinson?" The man rolled his eyes and said with exaggeration.

"Maybe blood." Gris shrugged. "I was told that the poet and the killer are very similar."

"A song dies and one execution dies?" the man groaned.

"Speak up. Mr. Li, you seem to be late?" Gris did not fight with him again, and glanced at the electronic clock in the airport hall, faintly said.

"Because there was a small accident, it didn't matter. The only difference was the process of execution." Li Zhongping smiled as he pulled out the car key from his pocket.

"accident?"

"Well. We originally thought that 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 the b plan. Without surprise, we may fight with the agents of the Chinese state." Li Zhongping helpless Sighed. Although this helpless expression, it looks a little artificial.

Shrugging, Gris said slowly.

"For me, there is no accident."

For agents in China. He doesn't care at all. Just like a hungry wolf who has fought in battle, he will not care about the demonstration of one or two shepherds. Although he is not playing well, he is familiar with a hundred ways to track and kill enemies. The terrorists who died in his hands and the people who endangered the national interest. It’s so many that he can’t count himself.

There is no possibility of losing.

"Responsible for the safety of the target is a Chinese person called the old knife."

It was heard that Gris’ eyes narrowed. The corner of the mouth raised a smirk.

"Old knife?"

"Have you been so long?"

"I met an acquaintance and chatted casually." Re-sitting on the opposite side of Xia Shiyu. Jiang Chen smiled and laughed back.

Looking at the smile on Jiang Chen's face, Xia Shiyu's face is inexplicably red, and his head is lowered. The white jade refers to the hem of the coat.

"Speak up, I, are we male and female friends?"

Looking at Xia Shiyu's appearance, Jiang Chen couldn't help but blush and look to one side and scratch his cheek.

"Oh, let's be." Although not completely.

“What do you need to do?”

"Don't let it go with the flow." Looking at the blushing cheek, Jiang Chen swallowed.

Although I would like to say "initially start with kiss", but thought about him or restrained his own evil thoughts.

After all, the relationship between the two now is only to cope with the urging of parents.

He can feel the feelings of Xia Shiyu on his own, and he does have a good impression on her.

With the character of Xia Shiyu, now, it is absolutely impossible to accept the existence of Aisha and Liuyao.

Still let it go.

"When the two sides know each other better, they will move on to the next step." This is also the agreement between Jiang Chen and her.

After the meal, Jiang Chen drove Xia Shiyu back home.

In the face of the enthusiastic aunt and aunt, Jiang Chen just politely greeted him and sent a gift that had already been prepared. After a few words, he gave a speech.

Looking at the back of Jiang Chen driving away, Xiamu looked at her daughter's shoulder and smiled cheerfully.

"How? Mom didn't lie to you. This Xiaojiang looks like a talented person. You have to be better for others. This year, there are not many men with such good conditions."

"Good mom" Xia Shiyu buried his head and his cheeks faintly squinted.

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

"Sun, grandson? Then, that, I", the cold and pretty face was red, and Xia Shiyu's thin lips opened and closed, completely flustered.

child

If you have a baby, you really have that.

Like the frightened deer, Xia Shiyu rushed into his room without returning, and closed the door, leaving parents who were strange in the living room.

"You old man, what kind of strength is it?" Xiamu slammed the old man.

The old face was red, and Xiafu sighed back in disobedience. "What do I say, don't you want to hug your grandson earlier?"

""

After rushing into the room, close the door, Xia Shiyu leaned behind the door.

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

Slightly gasping, she reached out and pressed it on her chest.

The blush spread from her white neck to the root of her ear, and she only felt that her heart was pounding.

The little baby

There is an illusory picture in her mind.

In a suit and a attire, Jiang Chen walked to her side, her face filled with sunshine and a charming smile. She was blushing and she took his arm.

Wearing a white wedding gown, stepping on high-heeled wedding shoes, and with the blessings of friends and relatives, the two walked together on the red carpet and exchanged vows in front of everyone.

The picture turned around and it was a wedding room.

Jiang Chen hugged her, kissed her forehead, then gently placed her on a soft wedding bed and reached out.

Just then, a slight noise came from outside the door. I don't know if it is an illusion. She also heard an English sentence.

Xia Shiyu groaned and stood up from the floor.

I don’t know when it’s time, the voices of the two old people’s bickering have disappeared.

She suddenly felt a kind of inexplicable fluster.

It’s terrible outside.

Swallowing, she reached for the doorknob 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 blonde, a woman with a headset.

Xia Shiyu stunned, she did not know her.

"you are"

"No need to care, a Miss Kidnapper." He said, Catherine cleanly slammed the electric shock to her abdomen.

The feeling of paralysis interrupted her consciousness for a moment, and Xia Shiyu fell softly on Catherine.

“The 'package’ has been recycled.” On the headset, Catherine relaxed.

The two old people in the living room have fainted on the sofa.

"Perfect, return to the 'warehouse' to stand by." Sitting in a coffee shop, Zhang Youjie's mouth swelled and smiled.

"To understanding."

The communication was over, and Zhang Youjie closed the laptop and walked outside the cafe.

The mocking smile flashed from his mouth.

“Are you amateur.” (To be continued...)