Ah Jiu was confirming with the organizers the relevance of Jessica's birthday party tomorrow, when suddenly he caught a glimpse of a figure, stopped and turned his head, just in time to meet the gaze of this person. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Ah Jiu smiled, handed back the folder in his hand to the staff, instructed a few words, and walked over and smiled: "It's okay, it's not disfigured." ”

"Senior brother...... Wang Siming's eyes were red, and he looked at Ah Jiu speechless. The moment he saw Ah Jiu, he thought of the dark sandstorm again, thought of the hole on Ah Jiu's body that was scraped out of the gravel and oozing blood, and thought of the moment when he fell from mid-air, he used his last strength to cushion himself underneath......

Wang Siming didn't dare to face Ah Jiu, and subconsciously avoided his gaze.

"Can you come...... What kind of Lawrence is that, already killed?"

Wang Siming looked up at Ah Jiu in surprise, and subconsciously blurted out: "How do you know?"

Ah Jiu smiled and said, "You also know that I am a person, when did I spare the enemy? How can it be my character to have revenge and not revenge?" Saying that, Ah Jiu patted Wang Siming on the shoulder, with the posture of an old cadre, and said: "Youth, this is all to train you, otherwise how can you shoulder the responsibility of 'Captain China'?"

Wang Siming was no longer surprised, only a wry smile remained. Indeed, he has now replaced Ah Jiu's position and become the leader of the 'Oolong', the so-called 'Captain of China'.

It turned out that he had guessed everything...... Wang Siming couldn't help but smile bitterly, he thought that he gave up taking revenge on Lawrence, who was secretly doing the trick, because he had no internal strength, but it seemed that he was still naïve, for a person like him, if he wanted to kill someone, even if he had no internal strength, it would be easy.

If he hadn't been seriously injured last time, maybe it wouldn't have been so difficult to rescue him. But there is no if in this world, Wang Siming knows very well how painful it is for a master like Ah Jiu to lose his internal strength, and he also knows that no matter what he does, he can't make up for what he has lost.

"Okay, don't think nonsense, it's not easy to see you alive, go, find a place to drink, and introduce a friend to you. ”

"Good. Wang Siming nodded, without the publicity of the past, silent as a stone at the bottom of the sea, Ah Jiu looked at him, smiled with relief, and finally looked a little calm, at least, the chance of survival was greater.

A good agent, or 'killer', should be forever silent. Ah Jiu was like this before, and now he has the shadow of the past, Wang Siming's present is almost a copy of his past, so what he is thinking, Ah Jiu basically knows. But some things are destined to be experienced and done by themselves, and no one can help them.

Ah Jiu called James Chen, and the three of them made an appointment at a small restaurant and had a very standard Korean barbecue. Wang Siming would come to this matter, Ah Jiu had already planned it, and introducing him to James Chen was also something he had planned a long time ago. When he was a secret agent, James Chan provided him with equipment that saved him countless times. Now that Wang Siming has come to this point, his kung fu is not yet at home, and he needs James Chen's help even more.

The three of them drank until late at night, and Ah Jiu was bombarded by IU's phone call and had no choice but to take the first step with heavy color and light friends. Wang Siming originally wanted to thank him in person when he came over this time, but Ah Jiu didn't need his thanks, and some words were very numb for men to say, and in the end they didn't say it.

James Chen and Wang Siming were left to continue drinking, and although the two met for the first time, they had a good conversation, and it was not boring to drink together. Drinking and drinking, both of them drank a little too much. Regarding their respective 'pasts', both of them tacitly did not mention or ask. But for the current life, there are still two words that can be said.

“…… I fell in love with a girl......" James Chan smiled silly, holding the sake bottle, as if he was already holding the girl, and suddenly kissed it, half-closed eyes and tasted: "She's like an angel, why is she so good-looking......"

Wang Siming's heart ached, he also remembered his angel, he came to South Korea this time, the first purpose was to see Ah Jiu and thank him, and the other purpose was to ...... He can now understand Ah Jiu's feelings back then, he has done this line of work, he has come to this point, and his feelings are really extravagant.

He needed to make a break from his feelings.

James Chan drank too much, grunted as he hugged the bottle, and said many, many more words. But Wang Siming couldn't hear it anymore, he was thinking about his angel.

Scene after scene, dangling in front of my eyes...... Wang Siming suddenly felt that his eyes were a little wet, but he didn't want to admit that he was shedding tears.

Perhaps, this can't be considered a relationship. Although she confessed like a joke, in her heart, she may have forgotten about it a long time ago, right?

The more Wang Siming thought about it, the more sad he felt in his heart, and he suddenly burst out with an impulse, he wanted to see her, immediately, immediately, right now.

"Waiter, check out. Wang Siming took out a handful of won from his pocket and shouted at the waiter.

"It's over, guest. ”

"Then take the money, find this guy and throw it in an inn, and the rest will be a tip for you. ”

Wang Siming didn't want to wait any longer, dropped a word, and ran out.

As the current 'Captain of China', he can mobilize resources that he could not have imagined before. I made a phone call, and two minutes later, Hyomin's location had been sent to his phone, Hyomin had just returned to South Korea from a performance in Japan, and was eating alone at a restaurant near his home. Wang Siming immediately rushed over, which was also a very small restaurant.

Through the glass door, Wang Siming saw Xiaomin, who wrapped himself tightly. Although it was late, she was the only guest left in this restaurant, but she still didn't dare to eat casually, like an ordinary guest.

She asked for a bowl of noodles, a very light kind, no meat, it should be to manage her figure.

Wang Siming sat in the car and looked at her, feeling indescribable. Who would have thought that such a glamorous and beautiful person on the stage would eat such light noodles in a very small restaurant in the middle of the night.

According to most people's thinking, you may think, you have worked hard to earn money, gained fame and status, but you can't eat enough, you can't show your face when you come to the restaurant, what is the use of this money?

Wang Siming was a little distressed, he wanted to say to Xiaomin, you marry me, you don't have to do anything, I can afford to support you, my Wang family has nothing else, just have money, you can't spend it.

In the past, he would definitely say it without thinking. But now, he suddenly discovered the childishness of this sentence.

People in this world, who can decide everything, who can get everything, who can have the best of both worlds?

Uncle is the richest man, but in order to save himself, he has to go to his brother.

Senior brother's martial arts are world-famous, but after so many years, how many times has he almost lost his life?

What about yourself? You can be a rich young master, but why did you come to this point?

Wang Siming suddenly remembered that on the day of the thin master's death, after teaching the inner strength of the mind, the thin master picked up his hand, looked at his palmistry, and then said a word.

People, there are many things that really don't have a choice. It's been decided a long time ago.

Wang Siming read this sentence softly, glanced at Xiaomin deeply, stubbornly pursed his lips and stopped looking, and the car turned around and left.

Hyo-min seemed to be aware of this, and glanced out the door, but saw nothing. (To be continued.) )