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This boy is so hard to do......

Qi Ye smiled playfully: "Do you need me to beat you?" ”

The shadow hesitated for a moment, torn between fighting back and not fighting back, and suddenly heard the sound of the window opening upstairs, and looked up, Yi Sa looked at him with a white face, a face like a flowing cloud and a moon, cold as jade.

"No, the shadow obeys." After saying that, like the legendary ghost, he "floated" and ran away.

Yi Sa said coldly: "You occasionally care about other aspects of the child's education. ”

Qi Ye didn't raise his head: "You don't know that he is mentally retarded?" ”

"Why do you want to teach you if you're not mentally retarded?"

"Not available!" Qi Dashao simply threw out two words, turned around and went back to the room.

……

Qi Ye slept with Ye Weilan, and in the middle of the night, he received a text message.

The text message was sent by Ning Yuan, it was an IP address, and asked him to check the specific location.

Qi Ye turned to look at the little wife who was sleeping in his arms, thinking that Tang Xiaochi couldn't ignore this matter, he carefully pulled out his arm, got dressed and walked outside, and was a little uneasy, so he simply went to the garden, turned on the computer, and quickly operated it.

The man's slender fingers can only see overlapping phantoms quickly, white as beautiful jade in the dark night, enchanting and noble.

Qi Ye's computer technology is top-notch, and he is the world's first-class death black-guest, he wants to check a place, and it takes a minute.

Tang Xiaochi can really run......

The man's thin lips provoked a cold arc, and it took thirty seconds to determine the large range, it was a small town on the border of Eastern Europe, he sent the address to Ning Yuan, turned off the computer, and finally simply turned off the phone.

As soon as he returned to the room and lay down, Ye Weilan rubbed over and asked in a daze, "What happened?" ”

"It's okay," Qi Ye patted and coaxed softly: "Sleep." ”

She rubbed against his chest, let out a faint "um", and fell asleep again.

……

Eastern Europe.

For at least six months of the year, the winter season is bitterly cold, with snow and snow and howling winds.

It's hard to imagine that Tang Xiaochi's fiery temperament would choose this kind of place as a temporary resting place.

In a brightly lit abandoned factory, the climate is cold, and a dozen heavily armed agents patrol the door back and forth with guns, and inside the house, two people sit opposite each other.

A tall Caucasian man, and a man wearing a black trench coat, very young feeling, no men or women, particularly thin figure, he buttoned the hat of the trench coat to his head, covering his face, very ordinary temperament, no attention at all.

"Will he really come for this woman?" The Caucasian man spoke, his eyes staring at the little man opposite, and his tone was a little cold: "You don't play Lao Tzu, do you?" ”

After all, the development of things is a bit unbelievable, they just caught a woman on the street casually, and it is very unlikely that they can attract the pillars of the magic night, isn't it?

"Mr. Raymond," the little man's tone was very hoarse, as if he had used a voice changer, and the listener had a tingling feeling of ants crawling over his back: "Tomorrow," he hung his head, not knowing what he was looking at, and could vaguely hear a strange laughter: "Tomorrow at the latest, Ning Yuan will definitely come!" ”

"Then I'll see!" Raymond threw away the cigarette in his hand and said it in French, his cold eyes daring to stare.