Yan Murong suddenly felt that the title given to the old man by the American people was really right.

Terrorist, he is indeed terrifying enough, whether it is his medical skills or skills, it can be called terrifying, even this technique of finding people, the horror is boundless.

Washington was so far from Las Vegas that the old man found not only here, but also the villa where they were hiding. How did he find it? This became the biggest question in Yan Murong's heart. Even a dog's nose - a dog's nose can't smell that far.

"Are you alright, old man? How did you find this? Yan Murong looked the old man up and down and asked curiously.

"TV." The old man returned to his attitude of cherishing words like gold, pointed to the TV, and said. "There's a picture of you on TV."

Yan Murong suddenly realized that they made a fuss in the casino yesterday, and it was strange if they didn't go on TV, but the old man was really powerful enough to find himself with just this clue.

"Hello, master." Su Qingwu walked over and said hello to the old man softly.

Marrying a chicken and marrying a dog with a dog, she married Yan Murong, and it is natural for Yan Murong to call her master, but Yan Murong rarely uses such a formal and official title, and many times, the three words old man are used instead.

"Hello." The old man nodded, and rarely, there was a smile on his face.

The old man was never frightened by the unfamiliar environment, and sat down on the sofa by himself, and when he saw the packet of potato chips that the silver fox had opened, he directly took it and stuffed it into his mouth, leaving several people dumbfounded—no wonder, he ran all night and was hungry.

"Uncle?" The silver fox pondered for a long time before he felt that it was most appropriate to call the old man by the word uncle. Although Yan Murong is an old man on the left and an old man on the right, how can you look at this person who is called an old man by Yan Murong is not old, but he is very much like a middle-aged uncle in his forties and fifties, coupled with the wrinkled robe and cold expression, sharp and vicissitudes of life, it is also quite handsome.

God forbid, fortunately, Yan Murong didn't know what the silver fox was thinking at this time, otherwise he would have to kneel on the ground and cry out God don't open his eyes.

This old man is over seventy, and he still calls him uncle? Well, it's okay to call him uncle, from which angle do you see that he is handsome?

The expression is cold and handsome, because this old man is naturally sullen. Sharp and full of vicissitudes of life, he always likes to be cool when he has nothing to do. As for the robe, it was because his lazy tendons hurt, as long as it wasn't too dirty, he longed for that dress to grow forever.

"What's the matter with you?" The old man didn't raise his head, and asked indistinctly while concentrating on eliminating the potato chips.

Eating and sleeping silently, if it weren't for the fact that the silver fox was Yan Murong's friend, he would be too lazy to speak.

"You're eating the potato chips I just ate." Silver Fox reminded him. She doesn't have any cleanliness fetishes, but she also finds it awkward. Although this uncle is still a little handsome, he has no right to snatch the potato chips she has eaten to eat.

If it were someone else, Silver Fox would have pulled out a gun and beaten her into a sieve, but he was Yan Murong's master, and she felt an extremely dangerous aura in this uncle who robbed her of potato chips to eat.

"Any questions?" The old man was busy, raised his head, and looked at the silver fox with an uncertain expression, and the residue of potato chips remained at the corner of his mouth.

"That's the potato chips I've eaten." The silver fox suddenly felt that this uncle was actually not very cute. It's good that you take your mature vicissitudes route, why do you have to take this cute route? -- That innocent look in his eyes really makes people want to go up and beat him up.

"Oh." The old man suddenly had a look of sudden realization. "It's okay, I don't think you're dirty."

“――”

The corners of the silver fox's delicate eyes trembled. She felt the urge to pull out her gun and kill the uncle.

Don't you think I'm dirty? Bah, Grandma, I still think you're dirty-Bah, why am I dirty?

As a qualified warrior and an interrogator accustomed to bloodshed, Silver Fox's heart can completely make Taishan collapse without changing her face, but she is also a woman.

Three taboos for women: first, even if I am ugly, you can't say that I am ugly; Second, never say in front of one woman that another woman has a good figure, big breasts, and a cocked buttocks; Third, a man should never be dirty with a woman.

Obviously, the old man had committed a taboo, but he had never been that conscious, and after eliminating a bag of potato chips, he stopped his gaze on a bag of chocolates on the coffee table.

It's a good thing, high in calories, and the tube is full.

Looking at the old man eating there regardless of it, and then looking at the corners of the silver fox's twitching eyes, Yan Murong wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to laugh, his face was flushed, and the muscles on his face kept twitching.

"Oh, yes." The old man suddenly raised his head, pointed to the chocolate in his hand that had been half eaten by him, and there were two large tooth marks on it, and looked at the silver fox and asked. "You've never eaten this, have you?"

"It's not." The silver fox almost spat out these two words between his teeth.

Now, the more she looked at this uncle, the more she felt uncute, first pretending to be stupid and eating the potato chips she had eaten, and then eating most of the chocolate before remembering to ask herself if she had eaten it.

"That's good." The old man nodded, and just as he was about to speak again, he felt a murderous gaze coming towards him, and instinctively raised his head to look for that gaze. As a result, he met the eyes of the silver fox.

Looking at the chocolate in his hand, and then at the silver fox's eyes as if he wanted to kill, the old man understood.

He hesitated, looked at the small piece of chocolate left in his hand, and was a little reluctant, but finally made a determined expression, grabbed the chocolate and handed it over. "Little girl, I know you want to eat, but that's all there is left - if you don't think I'm dirty, eat it."

"Pss

Yan Mu tolerated and endured, it was too hard to endure, and in the end he couldn't help laughing.

Oh my God, the old man is cute, is this still the cold-faced god who abused himself to death when he was not satisfied? Could it be that this old man has been in the mountains for a long time and thinks of spring? ――So, is this a flirtation?

However, is the age gap between the two too big? Yan Murong thought evilly, but it wasn't a big problem, isn't it all popular now for young and old, but he decided to persuade the silver fox not to think about it so much. This old man doesn't have any property, and even if he hangs up, he won't be able to leave you an inheritance that you will squander for the rest of your life.

Evil thoughts were still swirling in Yan Murong's head, and a terrifying cry of ghosts and gods pulled him back.

"Holy shit, the old lady slaughtered you!" The silver fox pulled out his pistol menacingly.