Shen Zhenghui was first sent to a private clinic, where he was further confirmed that there was no major problem, and after a brief treatment, he rushed to Fukuda Mitsumi's residence with Fukuda Mitsumi and Liu Xin.

Along the way, Liu Xin hugged Shen Zhenghui's arm very silently, looking extremely well-behaved. Mitsumi Fukuda also recovered some unserious attitudes, and smiled at Shen Zhenghui.

This is in exchange for his life, Shen Zhenghui snorted, the bitter meat meter is not this usage.

Liu Xin thought that she had hurt Shen Zhenghui by herself, and she was a little nervous.

"It's fine." Shen Zhenghui comforted her.

"What the hell is going on?" Liu Xin was still a little nervous and asked, "Who is going to kill you?" ”

"I don't know," Shen Zhenghui spread his hand, but the way he looked at Mitsumi Fukuda didn't mean that.

Mitsumi Fukuda avoided Shen Zhenghui's gaze. The car they were in drove back to Mitsumi Fukuda's house in Tokyo, escorted by bulletproof vehicles in front and rear.

"Just stay here, it's safer here." When they arrived at Mitsumi Fukuda's residence, Mitsumi Fukuda said, of course, a large group of people in black suits also followed, even such a large room seemed unusually lively, "Don't worry about them, they are very professional and will protect you well in the dark." Mitsumi Fukuda raised her eyebrows, "Do you want to live in a room?" ”

If it was Liu Xin before, she would definitely not answer this question reservedly, but obviously after such an experience, Liu Xin seemed to have a lot of things in her heart, and she nodded. "Okay."

"Oh!" Mitsumi Fukuda raised her neck and said to Ling in her arms, "Come on, say goodnight to Dad and Auntie." ”

Liu Xin still felt embarrassed after all.

Ling had already ignored her mother and fell asleep.

Shen Zhenghui rolled his eyes, "Can you be serious?" He took a deep breath, "Fukuda, I want to ......"

"Don't think about anything, rest early, I think after such a terrible thing, you must want to sleep. Think about what Nazumi Horiguchi looked like just now. I was really worried that she wouldn't be able to get out of bed tomorrow at work, so I gave her a day off on your behalf. ”

"What? She's on vacation? Then I can have a holiday tomorrow, and I don't know what to do in the company without her. Shen Zhenghui spread his hand.

"Not really. You! ”

"I think we should have a good talk."

"Yes. Not now, though. You should spend time with Miss Liu now. Mitsumi Fukuda handed her daughter to Catherine and said with her chin in her hands.

Liu Xin reached out and pulled Shen Zhenghui's sleeve.

"Well, we'll have a chance to talk about it." Shen Zhenghui gritted his teeth a little.

Liu Xinhe is completely different when he eats. Even if he is not in his own home, in Futian Mitsumi's home, Liu Xin is as gentle as water, which makes Shen Zhenghui feel a little strange, obviously he was still reluctant when he was in the restaurant just now, and it seemed that he might immediately propose to break up, but as soon as the scene changed, the whole person changed, and he became trying his best to please himself, even Shen Zhenghui felt that it was not a bad thing to seem to be shot.

Liu Xin's body was too thin after all, even if Qu Yi met Shen Zhenghui, Liu Xin himself still couldn't stand this kind of whipping, and soon fell into a tired sleep. On the contrary, Shen Zhenghui became extremely excited because of his previous experience. He got dressed and quietly walked out of his room, and when he saw the bodyguards in black suits in the living room bored together to play poker, even with Shen Zhenghui's shamelessness, he felt a little embarrassed.

He pretended not to see them, walked to the door of Mitsumi Fukuda's room, reached out and twisted the handle of the door, and sure enough, there was no lock.

Unscrewed the door and walked in, Mitsumi Fukuda was leaning on the head of the bed in her pajamas and was reading a book, seeing Shen Zhenghui walking in, she put down the book and scratched her hair, "Ah, you're finally here," she looked at the clock at the head of the bed, "A little earlier than I expected, it seems that Liu Xin is easy to be leveled by you." ”

"Okay, don't talk about other topics," Shen Zhenghui interrupted Mitsumi Fukuda's words, "You should know very well what the guy who wants my life is, now sue me!" ”

Mitsumi Fukuda held her hands in front of her chest, she was wearing a set of sexy pajamas that were somewhat transparent, and this gesture showed the majesty of her chest, "Do you want to know the answer to this question?" ”

"Of course," Shen Zhenghui turned a blind eye to Mitsumi Fukuda's actions, "You must know that it was me who was sniped today, I don't think it's a boring question at all, this should be the answer I want to know the most." ”

"Really?" The corners of Mitsumi Fukuda's mouth pulled up a lot, "I think this should be a question you avoided, isn't Liu Xin obedient to you today because you almost died?" You should make the most of that. ”

"Unless I have the consciousness of sacrificing my life to pick up girls that day, now you still honestly tell me who I want to die!" Shen Zhenghui was unmoved by Fukuda Mitsumi's words, "I think life is still precious, if life is gone, there will be nothing." ”

"What if I say you don't continue to pursue the truth, you can get me?" Mitsumi Fukuda asked rhetorically, she reached out and pulled the placket of her clothes, and when she looked through the collar of her open pajamas, she could see a large white breast.

Shen Zhenghui blinked vigorously, he closed his eyes, "I think life is more important," he said, "What's more, I just had that OOXX, and now I can't get hard at all." Shen Zhenghui said it rightly.

"Hmph," Mitsumi Fukuda snorted.

Shen Zhenghui continued to stare at the other party, "Say, what's going on?" ”

"I kind of regret being so lenient with you now," said Mitsumi Fukuda, who stepped out of bed, stroked her hair, walked over to a computer next to her bed, and turned it on.

"If you haven't forgotten jì, I should have told you about my identity and my master's identity." Mitsumi Fukuda said.

"Yes, you are all traversers." Shen Zhenghui replied succinctly. "What do you want to say?"

"I'm trying to say," she crackled on the keyboard for a long time, "and I might be the same person as you who want to kill you." She said.

"People of the same kind?" Shen Zhenghui walked behind Mitsumi Fukuda, watched her operate the computer familiarly, and opened one text after another.

"Obviously, you and I are definitely not the only traversers in this world."

"Of course I do." Shen Zhenghui said, but he was immediately shocked by the text that Fukuda Mitsumi opened the lock, this is one after another character resumes, judging from Shen Zhenghui's knowledge of the barren world, he can also confirm it. The experiences of these characters have never existed in the world in which they live. Or maybe he simply doesn't know what these characters are going through.

Looking at these legends, there are those who have built a strong industrial country in Africa; There are people who have been paid a lot of money in the stock market in the United States, and they have been paid a lot of money and then they have changed careers to become football coaches. Synthesized together. There's just one word - and that's "Cow!" ”

"Wow!" Shen Zhenghui looked at these names that were somewhat unfamiliar and somewhat familiar. I couldn't help but start exclaiming, "You mean these guys are all traversers?" ”

"Very suspicious." Mitsumi Fukuda replied simply, "Now you don't have a chance to verify it." Because the vast majority of them are dead. ”

"Dead?"

"Yes, many people have died in accidents, and many people have disappeared in this world, and of course, more of these people have been killed by their enemies or competitors who bought murders."

"That's not true, is it?" Shen Zhenghui was a little puzzled.

"You shouldn't doubt my ability to gather intelligence, after all, my own safety is at stake." Mitsumi Fukuda replied.

"You mean I'm going to have the same experience as theirs?" Shen Zhenghui asked.

"So I reminded you to be careful about your own safety," Mitsumi Fukuda replied, "and," she paused, "I have reminded you more than once to avoid going to the United States." ”

"Ah, I kind of get it." Shen Zhenghui was still frowning, "The one who can bring us danger is naturally our kind, is this what you want to sue me?" There is a dangerous traverser who seems to be in the United States right now, using his sense of touch to feel the information of any traverser and kill all of them one by one, isn't that what you want to say? ”

Mitsumi Fukuda looked at Shen Zhenghui, "Yes." She replied.

"So, are you just reminding me like this?" Shen Zhenghui asked.

Mitsumi Fukuda did not answer Shen Zhenghui's question, "However, until now, we don't know who he is." Mitsumi Fukuda blinked, "He hid deep enough, but one by one, the traversers who exposed their horses and feet died one after another." ”

"That's what you want, right?" Shen Zhenghui asked, "That's why you are like this, knowing that I am a traverser, and then approaching me and letting me realize my ideas, in fact, let me be your cover, cover your own identity as a traverser, and you hide it deep enough." Miss Mitsumi Fukuda. Shen Zhenghui said as if he suddenly woke up.

Mitsumi Fukuda didn't object, "This guy doesn't seem to be too familiar with Asian information," she said to herself, "He kills a lot of time-travelers outside of Asia, and my master, as a time-traveler, fanned such huge butterfly wings in Japan, and he doesn't seem to know anything." "So it's easy for me to assume that this guy is an American and doesn't know much about Asia." ”

"So you're so laissez-faire in supporting my work?" Shen Zhenghui sneered.

"So what does it matter?" Mitsumi Fukuda was straightforward, "You already have a baby, don't you?" Besides, I also support your actions of three wives and four concubines without interference, and I also create a lot of convenience, don't you? ”

Shen Zhenghui felt a surge of anger rush to his head, "But," he said, "Aren't you just trying to train me to be a substitute for the dead?" ”

"It's the way you choose, and you yourself can choose to hide your identity and then live your life in the ordinary." Mitsumi Fukuda replied.

"But you know that there is such a person's savings."

"So I have to warn you, to bring such a thing to your attention?" Mitsumi Fukuda asked rhetorically.

"Aren't you my daughter's mother?"

"You seem to have fallen for it," Mitsumi Fukuda shook her head. "Think about it, what's going on here?"

Shen Zhenghui did it again, grabbed his hair hard, and if he thought about it carefully, it seemed that Fukuda Mitsumi's utilitarian choice did not seem to be wrong at all, so that Shen Zhenghui's act of covering her suddenly became Shen Zhenghui's own action, Fukuda Mitsumi certainly hid her identity as a traverser, but good fame and fortune seemed to be Shen Zhenghui's own shortcomings.

But Shen Zhenghui still felt depressed, because he imagined from the beginning that Fukuda Mitsumi was bewitched by his charm, or that Fukuda Mitsumi was fascinated by himself at the beginning, but the truth seemed to be cruelly slapped at his narcissism - it turned out that his shallowness was discovered by Fukuda Mitsumi from the beginning. He was approached by Mitsumi Fukuda. From the beginning, it was the result of the bad intentions of Mitsumi Fukuda herself.

Shen Zhenghui felt that this seemed completely unacceptable.

"Didn't you like me in the slightest?" Shen Zhenghui asked.

"Ah, I still thought you were cute at first, and I felt sorry for you when I gave birth to you, otherwise I wouldn't have repeatedly reminded you to have bodyguards for yourself." Mitsumi Fukuda raised her eyebrows. "Now it looks. You're still so stupid and cute, who called you the father of my daughter? Fukuda Mitsumi's tone was interesting and disgusting, so Shen Zhenghui was somewhat comforted.

"So what did you decide to do? Tell Liu Xin the truth about this qiē? Mitsumi Fukuda asked.

Shen Zhenghui sat in front of the computer instead of Mitsumi Fukuda. "So who could be behind this?" He turned his head to look at Mitsumi Fukuda, "It stands to reason that you should find some clues from the information you collected. ”

"Ah, what a pity!" Mitsumi Fukuda replied.

"Don't do that, you don't want me to live in fear all the time, do you?" Shen Zhenghui asked rhetorically.

"I really don't know, this guy seems to be very vigilant and hides himself deep enough." Mitsumi Fukuda replied, "I probably have a guess in the direction, but this guy is smart enough that the stocks of various large companies are not owned by him. ”

"Really?"

"Yes, I have long noticed the direction of intelligence collection, I have collected information on the shareholders of the most promising companies in the 21st century, and it is not that you are alone in worrying about your life, I believe that the reason why I did not find out is because the other party has probably never paid attention to the Japanese market before, but obviously, your bigger and bigger actions probably really attracted the attention of the other party."

"Ah, I seem to understand something." Shen Zhenghui touched his chin.

Shen Zhenghui's self-talk doesn't seem to be effective enough, and he himself can't deduce from the existing information who is also the gentleman who also has the identity of a traverser in Europe and the United States, probably for a long time, Shen Zhenghui has to face the enemy in the shadows, however, knowing such a situation is at least much better than knowing nothing, when he figured out what happened, Shen Zhenghui breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Fukuda Mitsumi's mentality was relaxed, at this time, Mitsumi Fukuda's sexy pajamas seem to come in handy.

"Ling, don't you sleep with you at night?"

"She and Catherine slept together at night."

"Really? What if she's hungry at night? ”

"Catherine will feed her powder."

"So don't you feel like it's going up?"

"When you say that, I really feel a little up," Mitsumi Fukuda stretched out his hand to support her chest, "Or you suck it out for me?" ”

Shen Zhenghui, who had experienced a life and death, suddenly felt that a string in his brain had collapsed, and he himself was very close to death, so he was very eager for a debauched entertainment to relax his mood.

Mitsumi Fukuda's body was strange to him, so it aroused his own desires more and more.

……

"Is this compensation for me?" Shen Zhenghui asked.

"Of course not," Mitsumi Fukuda replied during the exercise, "men and women are two tastes for me, and sometimes, I need to change the taste." ”

Mitsumi Fukuda's discriminatory language was not taken to heart by Shen Zhenghui, and he was completely engaged in the exercise of relaxing his body and mind at this moment. So Fukuda Mitsumi offended him, lied to him, and concealed it, and was thrown behind the back of his head by Shen Zhenghui at this moment. He galloped on Mitsumi Fukuda, and the only thing he remembered was that this was his daughter's mother.

From this point, it can be seen that all the plans and plans of Fukuda Mitsumi are still quite useful.

Just as Shen Zhenghui was venting his frustration, the door of Mitsumi Fukuda's room was pushed open, and Catherine walked in with Ling in her arms.

"What's the matter, Catherine?" Mitsumi Fukuda asked.

Catherine's slightly curious gaze swept over Shen Zhenghui, "Ling wants to eat." She said, staring at Shen Zhenghui and Mitsumi Fukuda with lovely eyes.

Mitsumi Fukuda didn't seem to care, "Ah, I don't know how much is left, hug me Ling." ”

Shen Zhenghui wrapped himself in the quilt with some shame, "Didn't you say that there is milk powder?" ”

"Milk powder is not good," replied Catherine in all seriousness, "and she only drinks breast milk." ”

Shen Zhenghui looked at Fukuda Mitsumi with hatred.

"I'm sorry," Mitsumi Fukuda smiled shyly, "I just think it's a bit worse to say that Ling will come over for a while to feed." She made an apologetic face and said to Catherine, "You go out first." ”

Catherine nodded, and glanced at Shen Zhenghui before going out.

Shen Zhenghui was almost rolling under the quilt.

Mitsumi Fukuda generously picked up Ling and began to breastfeed her.

"No way!" Shen Zhenghui said, "This kind of education is completely wrong. (To be continued......)

PS: I'm drunk and want to make up 10,000 words, but I have no heart and no time. The success of January was ruined by sensitive words.