Although Lynch is now the executive vice president of Jiamei Group and belongs to the executive position, he, the vice president, is like a fictitious position and rarely appears in the office.

However, no one in Jiamei's leadership will say anything, after all, the relationship between Lynch and Lu Yuchen has long been made public in the group. Not to mention an executive vice president, even if he becomes a director, no one will make a fuss, the title of the chairman's fiancé is one level bigger than any position, maybe the chairman is at home, and he has to listen to this fast son-in-law.

An afternoon of happy time, in the blink of an eye, ushered in the sunset.

The two of them, who had almost visited Happy Valley, were a little tired of playing, so they found a soft lawn and lay down comfortably.

Lynch put his hands on the back of his head, crossed his legs, and chewed boredly with a houttuynia in his mouth.

The little white dove, dressed in a snow-white dress, was tirelessly chasing butterflies within his field of vision.

"Huhu, Uncle Lin, look, flower butterfly, isn't it beautiful?" After falling several times, it was not easy to catch a butterfly little white pigeon, and he returned the same way excitedly and lay beside Lynch.

Lynch opened his eyes and saw that it was an ice-blue colored butterfly, with one of its wings folded, and it was landing on the palm of little Lori's hand, struggling to fly away.

"Beautiful, Uncle Lin?" asked Lori again, smiling, revealing a mouth full of bright white teeth.

"Beautiful. Lynch smiled knowingly: "But you look at its appearance, it seems to want to fly away, do you want to consider the feelings of the little butterfly and let it go?"

"If I let the little butterfly go, will it find a home?" asked Lori innocently.

"Of course, you can see the whole sky, it's home. Lynch said, half-sitting up, stretching his arms out for a big chunk.

The little white pigeon thought for a while: "Okay then, I'll listen to Uncle Lin." ”

"Fly the little butterfly, remember to go home on time. ”

"Uncle Lin, look, you see, the little butterfly flew away, and it flew to find its mother. ”

"Woo...... The little white pigeon also misses her mother so much, and her mother doesn't know where to go. ”

This is the case with five-year-olds, especially if they have suffered psychological trauma, and their emotions can easily get out of control.

"Uncle Lin, will you take me to my mother?" Little Lori, who was full of laughter just now, suddenly cried.

This is something Lynch didn't expect.,Regarding the skills of getting along with little Lori,Lynch is also learning and selling.,In the agent training course,There's no way to coax children.。

So Lynch could only gently hug her into his arms, patting her immature back and saying, "Okay, okay, don't cry first, the little white pigeon is the most well-behaved, right?"

"Of course my uncle knows that I miss my mother, but finding my mother also requires a process, and I don't think it will take a few days, as soon as the police aunt over there replies to me, my uncle will personally send you home, okay?" Regarding the question of the little white pigeon going home, Lynch has asked Hu Niu to help him check it out, and Hu Niu also agreed, saying that when the fishing operation is over, the parents of the rescued children will be notified to come to claim it, and it seems that a press conference will be arranged with great fanfare, and it will be broadcast on the TV station as a special program, in order to sound the alarm for the majority of parents and minimize the probability of such cases.

In Lynch's view, some relevant departments in China like to pull tiger skins to make big banners and engage in these formalisms.

It's not good to spend all your energy singing praises and doing more practical things for the people.

However, Lynch is also complaining about this phenomenon, and the whole is still supportive, if the fishing operation can really succeed, whether it is for the police or for the people, it is a real blessing.

"Woo woo, uncle hug ......"

"Okay, crying like a little flower cat. Lynch looked at her tear-stained white little face, that pitiful little appearance, not only moving.

Patiently helping the little white pigeon wipe away his tears, Lynch couldn't help but smile: "Look at you, when you come out in the morning, you are still wearing a white dress, why don't you work hard for a day, so you are asked to wear a flower skirt?"

When the little white pigeon caught the butterfly just now, the price he paid was indeed a bit big, not to mention a few falls, but also rolled on the ground several times.

"I'm sorry Uncle Lin, I blame the little white pigeon for being too stupid. Little Lori pursed her pink little mouth and almost buried her little head in her chest.

Looking at her cute and cute appearance, Lynch really didn't know what to say, and pinched her pretty little face affectionately: "Let's go, after a day of crazy play, you are also tired of playing, uncle will take you to pick up Aunt Kexin from work, and then take the two of you to have a big meal." ”

"Oh yes, long live Uncle Lin!" The little white pigeon, like Han Shiyao, is a natural snack, and when he sees something delicious, he basically can't walk.

"Uncle Lin, people have sore feet and can't walk. After walking a few steps, the little white pigeon suddenly stopped his steps and pulled Lynch's big hand and sprinkled coquettishly.

"You little clever ghost, say it, carry it or hold it. "Lynch can see through her little conspiracy at a glance.

"Hee-hee, I'm going to ride a big horse. ”

As a result, someone's face is full of black lines, and a pure and cute little Lori is held high above his neck, which has become a beautiful scenery in the eyes of tourists.

And just as Lynch was about to leave the park, he was suddenly surprised to find that not far behind him, there was a sneaky kid.

As the ace of the Huaxia Secret Service, Lynch's reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance capabilities are almost world-class.

In order to verify the authenticity, Lynch walked straight to a nearby stall selling drinks, pretending to pay for drinks, but his eyes glanced at it seemingly unintentionally.

When the kid saw Lynch looking at him, he immediately reflexively avoided his gaze, squatted down and pretended to tie his shoes.

"Boss, I'm going to drink Nutrition Express, and my uncle will give you money. The little white pigeon rode on Lynch's neck and said milkily to the stall owner.

"Okay, do you want to buy a big bottle or a small bottle?"

"Small bottle, uncle won't let me eat too many sweets, saying that my teeth will be broken. The little white pigeon preached earnestly.

Lynch paid the money and walked forward without looking back, and sure enough, the kid quickly got up from the ground and followed Lynch's back closely.

He walked neither fast nor slow, sometimes taking out his mobile phone and pretending to read text messages, and then pretending to look at the scenery left and right.

"Good boy, dare to play cat and mouse with me, you have a good look. Lynch smiled indifferently and said in his heart.

At this time, the two passed by a public toilet, and the little white pigeon immediately shouted: "Uncle let me down, the little white pigeon wants to stink." ”

"Go and come back quickly, uncle is waiting for you here. Handing the paper to little Lori, watching her enter the toilet, Lynch also pretended to be anxious to urinate and walked straight to the men's toilet.

When the groundhog who followed him all the way saw this scene, the thief's eyes immediately became shining.

This man is one of Brother Shark's younger brothers, and he is one of them when he besieges Lynch in the Red Light District that night.

Since the events of that night, the entire organization has ceased to function, and according to Shark's rules, no one is allowed to go out without permission.

But this groundhog is born with ADHD, let alone staying in the house for several days in a row, even if it is an hour, he will feel restless.

It seems that in addition to sleeping, he spends all his time wandering outside, and today he can't hold it anymore, so he sneaked out, preparing to come to Happy Valley to play for a day and adjust his mood.

But it doesn't matter this time, he found the missing little white pigeon, and the one who was with the little white pigeon was the martial arts master.

The reason why groundhogs are called groundhogs is because they are inconspicuous in the organization, they have been mixed for so long, they have no credit at all, and they know how to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble all day long.

So it felt that this was a chance from God to raise his eyebrows, and he wanted to let those brothers know that he didn't just eat and couldn't do things.

Thinking like this, the marmot sneaked up to the door of the public toilet, and he had an amazing plan, which was to steal the little white pigeon while Lynch was not looking!

Oh, or rather, snatch ......

The implementation of this plan sounds unreliable, but from a logical point of view, there is definitely a chance that it will be realized.

In this way, he first looked at the men's toilet with a thief's heart, then turned around and walked to the women's toilet, and looked inside like a thief at the door.

"What if there's someone in this women's bathroom?" the groundhog pinched his thin chin, a little hesitant.

"Damn, it doesn't matter, I can't bear the wolf with the child, and I can't catch the hooligan with the daughter-in-law!" "For the marmot, this is a once-in-a-lifetime good time, if you can really bring the little white pigeon back, Brother Shark will definitely reward him heavily, in front of the brothers, I'm afraid no one dares to say anything if he walks sideways."

Thinking of this, he subconsciously rubbed his palms, and just as he was about to start, he felt a gravity on his buttocks, and the whole person moved forward with his center of gravity, and planted himself in the women's toilet uncontrollably.

", who kicked Lao Tzu?"

"If you dare to shout, I'll cut your tongue out!" he had just turned, and a dark golden dagger had been pressed against his fragile throat.

Then, he saw clearly the face in front of him, a face that he would never forget in his life.

"I ask you to answer, nodding yes, shaking head means no, do you understand the rules of the game?" Lynch smirked.

The groundhog nodded wildly in amusement, without the slightest spirit of resistance.

"Five days ago, where was the moat, were you?" Lynch recognized the guy's appearance at a glance.

Nod.

"Very well, you are following me to get the little white pigeon back?"

Nod.

"Courage, now you don't have to nod, answer me directly, how many children do you have?"

"Ten...... Twelve. ”

"How many people are in your gang?"

"Thirty-three. ”

"Armed?"

"Hmm. ”

"What kind?"

"Hot ...... In addition to guns, there are also grenades ......"