Yuxuan blew the phoenix and went to Baiyun Township together in the song.

How to dream of Qin Tai the day after tomorrow, I don't see Xiao Lang to see Shen Lang.

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"Jiannan. Do you love me?"

In a villa on the banks of the Charles River, Song Xiaodan was holding her neck high like snow, her delicate face was delicate, and her starry eyes were full of tenderness.

Shen Jiannan laughed and laughed.

I really don't understand why women always like to talk about love and ask such meaningless things.

Love?

Shen Jiannan didn't know.

He was well aware that for people like him, love was a luxury.

Don't you love it?

Neither is it. But he's really not sure what love really is.

Life and death or day and night care?

Can you do it yourself?

Habitually brushing Song Xiaodan's hair, Shen Jiannan smiled.

Although I don't know, this question is not difficult to answer, and I often hear this kind of question, and the answer has long been on my lips.

"Love!"

Song Xiaodan was a little dissatisfied with this answer.

Although she didn't know, why was she not satisfied with this answer.

"How much love. ”

"Baby. A man's love will never be on his lips, love, not to say, is to do. ”

"Big badass. Just every shape all day long, hurry up, don't try to fool me. ”

"I'm so serious, okay. What is clearly the right thing to say, as soon as you understand it, it is distorted?"

"Shoot you. ”

"Haha. ”

"Tell me how much love I have. ”

"Then I said it, Lu Yao knows the horsepower, and he will see the hearts of the people over time!"

“......”

“......”

How much love is there?

Under Song Xiaodan's reminder, Shen Jiannan realized that he really loved this woman who gave everything to him.

The love is deep, deep.

The 10,000 yuan was like a bolt of lightning, echoing in his heart forever.

Long.

Seeing Shen Jiannan's sincerity, Song Xiaodan fell asleep satisfied.

It's late at night.

At night, standing in the park, you can feel the autumn colors of Boston.

The bright moon was already high in the sky, and the silver light shone on the earth, like a light veil shrouded in the sky above Boshi.

Shen Jiannan walked out of the bedroom with a bath towel around and went to the spacious courtyard.

Peng Er walked out of the shadows silently.

The tall body is powerful, but the silent steps are like ghosts walking in the dark night.

"Boss. ”

Shen Jiannan casually threw a cigarette over.

Marat Savage took his cigarette, lit it and took a deep puff, shrugging as the nicotine entered his body.

"Boss. Why is it that the better the relationship between you Chinese and the better, the more you want him to die. ”

Shen Jiannan couldn't help laughing.

Swallow a mouthful of suicidal nicotine, quipped.

"Are you still afraid of death?"

"Of course. There are so many delicate rivers and mountains, such coquettish beauties, so fresh air, and so clear moon. It feels so good to be alive and to be free. ”

"Then you still smoke. ”

"But it tastes really good!"

Shamelessly, Marat Savage took a deep puff of his cigarette and enjoyed the intoxication of nicotine in his body.

"Did you listen to anything? ”

"Oh. Nothing special, the bastard had gone to meet a gang of niggas in the morning, I thought, probably planning a robbery. Of course, what he said, I don't think you want to hear. ”

"What about people now?"

"The monkeys are following, everything is under control. ”

“......”

Eastern suburbs, slums.

The muddy paths, the dilapidated to crumbling houses, walking on the road, you can smell the foul smell of urine from time to time, and you can even see disgusting stool.

It was a gathering place for blacks and Indians in Boston.

The dirty environment makes people want to frown as soon as they approach it.

With a disgusted look, Ken Hughes was led into an old building by a black man.

The three-story old building is in disrepair, and with the stepping, it makes people wonder if the stairs will be broken at any time.

Finally, the two stopped on the second floor.

In a small, open-door room, five or six black men lay on the floor, like walking corpses, flipping through pornographic magazines that they had picked up somewhere.

The foul smell greeted him, and Ken Hughes had to stop when he wanted to take a step.

"Damn. What a hell of a place. Damn nigga, what a disgusting maggot. ”

Ken Hughes cursed inwardly.

He has always had a great dislike for black people.

These creatures are inherently lazy and dirty, and they can rest for three days after one day of work, and they talk about human rights every day, which is really disgusting creatures.

If he hadn't wanted to use these guys, he wouldn't have come to this place.

"Hey. Man, who is he?"

A black man in the room spotted Ken Hughes standing motionless in the doorway and asked his companion who had returned.

"Tony. He's my friend, hey man, come in and talk about it. ”

Ghosts will go in.

Glancing at the blanket on the ground that had clearly been bitten by rats, Ken Hughes' eyes were full of disgusting smoke, and God knows why these guys couldn't get dysentery and plague.

"Nigra. You tell them about it. ”

The black man named Nigra danced with his eyebrows and danced with his hands, and told his companion what Ken Hughes had told him.

"Guys, listen. There's a big business waiting for us, and we're going to get rich. ”

“......”

"Walter, you said the woman had tens of thousands of dollars with her?"

"Yes. At least tens of thousands of dollars. ”

"Is she herself?"

"No, no. She's Chinese, she's Chinese. ”

"Oh my God! We're going to get rich. ”

"Now. Let's discuss. ”

“......‘

Soon, Ken Hughes walked out of the slum with his mouth and nose covered, and the moment he absorbed the fresh air, a slight distortion flashed on his handsome features.

Hatred and humiliation burned in the chest like a fire.

Thinking about the humiliating day when he picked up the money on the ground, Ken Hughes's face twitched.

Surname!

I think you'll soon get a taste of the gift I have prepared for you.

You'll thank me, right!

Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate.

A guy like Shen Jiannan has been extremely dark in his bones, and that day, seeing Ken Hughes's resentment, how could he let his resentment continue.

Ken Hughes may never understand what he was provoking, and he didn't even know that he had an extra button-sized bug on him during a chance collision on the street.

CIA products.

Market price, $50,000.

The sunlight shone into the room from the windowsill, and the sleeping Song Xiaodan blinked her long eyelashes and opened her eyes quietly.

Her brain paused for a moment, and she subconsciously laughed when she met a pair of dark eyes.

"When did you get up,. ”

"I've been up for a long time. ”

"Then you won't tell me to get up and cook. ”

"I made some casually, fried two eggs, warmed ham sausages, you get up and eat some. ”

"How can a man cook. ”

"It was a privilege to serve a beautiful lady. ”

“......”