"In recent years, there have been a lot of financiers, so land prices have skyrocketed, and the people who have villas in the North Island have rich celebrities from all over the world, but the most famous are the members of the Hejia group. The market price of one of the small bosses' villas is more than 50 million grand. ”

Fang Yaoqiang briefly introduced the whole background.

Then he smirked, "You haven't been there, have you?" ”

Xia Chenghao looked back at him and smiled, and asked, "Why don't you just tell me how you got mixed up those nights?" ”

"What do you think of me! I've always been very decent. Fang Yaoqiang said unhappily.

"Decent?" Hearing this, Xia Chenghao just snorted coldly, his voice was not big or small, just so that Fang Yaoqiang could hear it, and he would not let the other party think that Xia Chenghao was deliberately angry.

Fang Yaoqiang leaned back in embarrassment and began to close his eyes to recuperate, as if he wanted to digest the flatulence that had just been born in his heart.

"Why didn't you say it?" Xia Chenghao squinted at Fang Yaoqiang and asked lightly.

"I'm not happy." Fang Yaoqiang also snorted, his eyes still not open.

"I've gained a lot of weight recently, and I'm going to eat a weight loss meal." Xia Chenghao said slowly.

"How do you know about diet meals?" Fang Yaoqiang opened his eyes and asked.

"People get fat usually because of too much pressure, but there is another important reason......" Xia Chenghao said this slowly, Fang Yaoqiang's ears were already erected, but Xia Chenghao just stopped at this most critical juncture.

"You won't ask you what it is, don't you want me to finish it? so as not to be fooled. Fang Yaoqiang said proudly.

"I'm not you, so I only talk halfway without talking." Xia Chenghao turned his head and looked at Fang Yaoqiang coldly, especially his shy little belly under his suit, "I don't know if it's easy to get fat when swallowed back in the middle of speaking." ”

Fang Yaoqiang touched his chest and smoothed his breath, almost choked on his own saliva, and forced himself to hold back his anger and asked, "What do you mean?" ”

"Broken promises. You know what that means, right? Xia Chenghao said coldly.

"I can't talk about you, listen up." Fang Yaoqiang rolled his eyes and said.

Xia Chenghao was silent, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Fang Yaoqiang pursed his lips and continued: "The North Island in summer is a holy place to cool off, a paradise for vacations, and the Hejia Group holds a party every weekend under various names. Greet friends and celebrities in the circle. ”

Fang Yaoqiang's expression was very serious when he spoke, and Xia Chenghao listened quietly without looking back.

"Time, four in the afternoon to three in the morning. Location, North Island Castle. Here's a recent photo of the target, you take a look. Fang Yaoqiang took out a photo from his arms and shook it, and the photo crossed a perfect arc in the air, and the end of the arc was Xia Chenghao's hand.

Xia Chenghao flipped his hand and lightly pressed the photo on the desktop. In mid-air, all the details of the photo were already visible - a woman, a beautiful woman.

This is Xia Chenghao's unique ability, and no one can surpass him.

"Do you have a family? Close relatives? Someone to love? Xia Chenghao looked at Fang Yaoqiang with a smile.

Fang Yaoqiang hesitated.

"Needless to say." Xia Chenghao shook his head, "When I didn't ask." ”

There are some questions that you don't need to know the answers to be said in words, because the answers are right in front of you, like the laws of this world, you don't necessarily need to be told by others, as long as you have enough brains. Then the answer is right in front of you.

Fang Yaoqiang sighed: "This line of work is full of danger all the time, maybe there are still people in this world who care." Probably not, but a word of advice to you, if you don't want someone you love to die quickly, then never bring danger to them. ”

"Thank you." Xia Chenghao raised his glass and touched Fang Yaoqiang lightly, "Rest early." ”

Fang Yaoqiang drank dry wine wordlessly. He turned around and went into his room.

Looking at the back, Xia Chenghao remembered Xing Zhengbin. That tall man, with a big mouth and a big laugh, doesn't he know if he's still alive? If alive. Where is it now?

Xing Zhengbin should be the same as Fang Yaoqiang, a survivor who has been tossing around for decades in this swords, swords, shadows, bullets, and deceptions.

It can be said that they are the lucky ones, but they themselves will never think so, they have long been scarred physically and mentally, and sometimes even think that their lives have long been over.

The rest of the time is just a simple life, just a simple symbol of this world, and it makes no difference whether there is one more or less. If there is anything else really worth cherishing, it is nothing more than relatives who are connected by flesh and blood, but even this small wish cannot be realized, so you can only stand from the sidelines and watch.

In fact, it's the same as Xia Chenghao himself.

The night was dark, and even in Yarman, the city that never sleeps, the road was much quieter.

A yellow taxi slowly turned down from the North Island Elevated Road, its lights dimmed, and in front of it was a continuous concrete road like a ribbon, disappearing under the wheels of one meter at a time.

Wicker was looking out at the side of the road, as if ready to stumble diagonally into another fleet.

Today's business is not good, but because of Xia Chenghao, a generous guest, the income is not bad, and the business of driving a taxi is not easy to do, and he is tired half to death from morning to night, and most of the money is handed over to the company.

Maybe it was because I braked the car too fast and too hard when I was angry with the woman just now, and now I feel a little bad.

"Maybe it's time to go home." Wicker looked at the electronic clock under the dashboard, and it was almost early in the morning.

Right here, the headlights shone on a Caucasian man standing on the side of the road with a small suitcase at his feet.

The other party is waving his hand.

The section is remote, and if Wicker doesn't stop, the man might have waited half an hour or more.

"Where?"

"I don't know what the name of that place is, but it should not be very far from here, there is a motel." The man was wearing a plaid shirt with tight buttons, which was very rare on such a hot day. He was of medium height, with brown hair messily on his head, but he always had a smile on his face, which should be strictly a forced smile.

"Come on!" Wicker lifted his chin and sniffled, with a strange smell.

The man quickly got into the car, put the luggage on his lap, held it tightly with both hands and leaned back, and sighed very tiredly, "Let's get on the highway directly!" ”

Wicker stepped on the gas pedal and the V2 hybrid took a big turn and headed for the highway.

"What does it taste like?" Wicker kept sniffling, thinking to himself.

"Do you have a cold?" The man squinted at Wicker and turned his head to ask disapprovingly.

"Rhinitis." Wicker casually told a little lie, and suddenly saw a scratch on the man's neck, he understood what the smell was, mixed with the bloody smell of perfume, and cursed in his heart.

"It's disgusting." The man snorted coldly, the smile he had been missing since he got into the car, it turned out that his smile was just trying to impress the taxi driver to stop. (To be continued.) )