Anger is like the devil, he never deals with reason.

After experiencing anger and calmness, most people think about the reason for their anger, and they always feel that they must have been blindfolded by the devil at that time, otherwise how could they be angry because of a little thing, and even do something that they regret.

Zhang Ran rarely let himself fall into anger, not only because of his identity, but more importantly because of his profession, if a professional soldier can't easily control his emotions, then he is definitely not a qualified professional soldier.

But just now, Zhang Ran was indeed a little out of control. Although he could find a reason for his loss of control, there was no need for him to explain it in front of Chen Xinyi.

Sally grabbed her tattered clothes, scolded Zhang Ran and left angrily, Chen Xinyi sat down on the sofa in Zhang Ran's room with a gloomy face.

"You really don't want to say something?"

Seeing Zhang Ran lying on his back on the bed, his eyes just staring at the ceiling, Chen Xinyi finally couldn't help but ask.

"Nothing to say, trouble." Zhang Ran shook his head and said.

"If I don't come in, will you ...... with her" In fact, Chen Xinyi didn't want to ask this question, because after asking it, it would make her feel a faint pain in her chest, of course, she didn't ask, it also hurt, and when she came in and saw such a scene, she was already hurting.

"I guess so, maybe the only thought on her mind right now is to kill me." Zhang Ran pulled the thin quilt over and covered part of his sweaty body, not all because he felt cold, like this climate and his physical fitness, he didn't feel cold at all, purely because he felt uncomfortable under Chen Xinyi's eyes.

There is a small table next to the sofa, Chen Xinyi's left hand is on the small table, the small table made by Huang Huali exudes an oil-soaked texture after countless wipes, and the fingers draw circles on it will appear circles of white marks, these marks will disappear quickly over time, just like the memory left to this world after a person dies.

Chen Xinyi rarely has such small actions in ordinary times, as the president of a group company, or as a descendant of such a family, there is no doubt that every move is cultivated after long-term norms, and these unconscious small actions can only appear unless they are in the case of emotional time and space.

In other words, because of witnessing the scene between Zhang Ran and Sally, Chen Xinyi's emotions have fallen into an extremely unstable state.

"If it's okay, you can go and rest, everyone is tired these days." Zhang Ran said lightly.

Chen Xinyi didn't make any moves, her slender fingers were still drawing circles on the small tabletop, and there were more and more circles, and the traces had already been tangled together and turned into a solid circle.

"You've been stressed out lately, haven't you? Can you tell me about it? ”

"Pressure?"

Zhang Ran frowned, "How do you tell if I'm stressed?" ”

"Tell me about it? Oh wait, I'm going to make you a cup of coffee, or maybe it's red wine? There are also good red wines in the wine cellar. After speaking, without waiting for Zhang Ran to respond, he got up and went out, not even giving Zhang Ran a chance to stop him.

Looking at the back of Chen Xinyi leaving, Zhang Ran was a little stunned, and finally just let out a light sigh.

Zhang Ran knew that he was under a lot of pressure, he turned his head, and on the right side of the big bed was a huge floor-to-ceiling window, through which the particularly transparent glass could see the night of Kuala Lumpur, "Wuying, what are you doing?" ”

There is a time difference between Africa and Kuala Lumpur, and when Zhang Ran's time and space fell into the night, it was almost noon on the African side.

Although São Tomé is the capital of a sovereign state, the population base of the country is too small, even if it receives millions of passengers every year, it is still far from being comparable to the real big cities, so the airport of São Tomé is not only small, but also very backward.

Poverty is of course one aspect, the small passenger flow can not bring a lot of profits, no profit naturally no one will go to repair the airport, if it is not for those passenger planes that take off and land, I am afraid that passengers living in developed countries or developed cities will think that this is just a bus station.

Of course, there are still basic security measures, the grass green military uniform is put on the outside of the coal-like skin color, except for a mouthful of snow-white teeth, only the whites of the eyes can be seen when you blink. These black soldiers seemed to be described in only two words - lazy.

São Tomé is actually a relatively safe city, at least there are basically no terrorist acts, the regime is relatively stable, and the climate is hot, so it is understandable that the soldiers are slack.

Another Airbus from Europe landed, compared to China, European airlines use a large number of Airbus, while American airlines fly, most of them are Boeing, so in foreign countries, even if you don't know the airline logo on the tail of the plane, you only need to judge where the plane probably belongs from the model.

The lax security check also has the advantage of being quick and easy for passengers to get in and out, and every time a flight lands, the taxi drivers at the exit of the airport let out a cheer because the presence of passengers means they have another business to do.

In fact, sometimes a flight lands and there are not too many customers, but there is always some business, isn't it?

Twenty-five-year-old Mopti has been driving a taxi at São Tomé airport for ten years, and yes, he has been working with his father since he was fifteen years old and has been supporting himself and his family for ten years on the income from driving a taxi. Don't look at Moputi is only twenty-five, in the cities of Chinese mainland, twenty-five years old is out of the age level that has just stepped into society, but in this part of Africa, twenty-five-year-old Moputi is already a father of five children.

If the news media came to interview Moputi and asked him some basic information, I think you Moputi would definitely say: "Yes, my surname is Fu, and I am Manchu." ”

Even if he now has to work almost twelve hours a day, even if he needs to support a wife and five children when he works alone, so that he can only eat half a catty of meat every week, and most of them rely on bread to survive.

But compared with those Africans who went to war at the age of twelve, did not know when they would die of stray bullets, or were born orphans, and eventually starved to death in the wilderness, he felt that he was already very happy and content with his current life.

So to discuss "happiness" and "satisfaction" without reference is to play hooliganism.

Taxi driver is a good profession, in general, foreign guests who can travel to São Tomé tend to have a higher social level, this type of people is not only of high quality, but also very generous, and the experience of Mopti is that it is necessary to make the guests satisfied.

In this industry, Mopti may not be the best, but its monthly income is always higher than that of most of its peers.

It seems that Mopti's luck is still good today, just when he was lined up, an Airbus A320 landed, proving that this is a passenger plane from Europe, and the guests inside are either scientists who have come to conduct research, or are preparing to go on a wonderful safari to satisfy their thrill-seeking minds.

"O Lord Almighty, please give me a generous guest."

The exit of the airport opened, and a wave of passengers came out, and Mopti, after his customary prayer, opened the door and got out of the car, standing between the passenger and the right rear door, waiting for his guests.

A woman, tall even among Europeans, dressed in a long black loose dress with a dark gray veil over her face, dragged a small suitcase towards Mopty's car.

"It's great that Almighty Lord has given me a single female guest."

It wasn't that Mopty had anything in mind, he just had a simple feeling that single women were often more generous than group guests, and that they often needed more help from taxi drivers, and that they were willing to tip a lot of money.

No matter what the season is, this part of Africa is very hot as long as it is at noon, it should be said that it is very hot.

The heat is unbearable for most people living in temperate or cold zones, but the ability to adapt is not inferior to that of most creatures, otherwise there would be no blacks and Eskimos.

Even if it is the result of thousands of years of evolution that Africans can survive and work in this environment, as long as they are healthy, with the right training and perseverance, they can overcome the harsh environment.

There is no doubt that Shadowless is the victor of this, and she is not afraid of the sun by covering her face with a veil, she just doesn't want to expose herself to the camera.

São Tomé is an open city, but it is also a backward city, and the vicinity of the airport is fine, and once you leave the airport, you can hardly see the cameras on the street. So Wuying, who came out of the airport, walked all the way with her head down, but the direction she chose happened to be a taxi pointing to Mopti.

"Ma'am, do you need help?"

A smile appeared on Mopti's face, and at the same time he stretched out his right hand, as long as Wuying did not refuse, he would grab the lever of the suitcase behind Wuying, so that the business would fall into Mopti's pocket safely.

She didn't know Mopti, but it didn't matter, all she needed was a taxi to take her to her destination.

Get in the car and get back into the air-conditioned environment, even if Wuying is not afraid of the heat, she will not mind making herself more comfortable. Watching Mupti put the suitcase in the trunk, then wiped beads of sweat into the car, started it, and said nothing.

"Beautiful young lady, thank you for accepting my service, where should we go next?"

Mopti didn't talk much, he knew what he should say and what he shouldn't.

"Go ahead."

This sentence is perhaps the taxi driver's favorite sentence to hear, but also the least favorite to hear, the focus is on what kind of customer it comes from, for example, from the mouth of a young woman like Wuying, Mopti likes to hear it.

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