The café has been renovated, because of the postmodernist style of reinforced glass, so the café is impossible to continue the previous European-style old details, the overall is still Ye Mingjing's favorite petty bourgeois atmosphere, African walnut wooden envelope table, ash single-board wooden table or stainless steel stone table, plus strange-looking chairs, large and small tables and chairs are separated by black walnut sideboards, stainless steel bookshelves, and screens, because the weather is too hot, and noon is not the time when customers are full, almost no one.

Fortunately, Ye Mingjing didn't expect this to support herself, and put on the posture of the hostess to beckon the guests to sit down, but Dahan chose a piece of transparent floor-to-ceiling glass and opened the curtain and waved outside, and a man came down from the dilapidated van, but although this one was also tall but thin, his left hand was broken from his wrist, but he got down from the driver's seat, carried a travel bag and smiled when he passed by the man and woman rolling on the ground, and kicked Buck with great interest, and stuffed a lit cigarette in his mouth.

Anyone can see that these people are so close to Buck that they have a casual relationship.

Ye Mingjing envied the deep affection while spying in English: "You guys...... Are all Buck's comrades?"

The two-meter-tall man scratched his greasy and chaotic long hair: "Iron Hammer, I'm his partner ......" Judging from his face, he is more honest.

And the fat old man in his forties and fifties stuffed himself into his seat with difficulty: "Girl, who are you from Buck?"

Ye Mingjing was smart: "Do you know that Huaguo has a kind of polygamous marriage system from ancient times to the present?, and that girl is also your comrade-in-arms?" After all, it seems that except for the girl, these two people are standard European looks.

Fang Lingying's English is average, belonging to the level of jumping words, it is difficult to sit next to her and listen with her ears pricked up, Mu Chenfei casually looked at the sunny men and women outside, while using mobile phone text messages to notify her driver, assistant, and secretary to come to the café to cheer, while sending a message to pass on the latest news to her parents.

Xiang Wan was much calmer than when she heard that Mu Chenfei was attacking her eldest woman's position yesterday, she ordered a cup of warm boiled water casually, and translated softly, Zhou Xiaoli and the little sister blinked and listened, and they all admired Ye Mingjing's courage.

The thin missing arm had already walked in, a little shy and smiling, looking at the age of forty or fifty, the sleeve tube without the palm was knotted and hung on the coat pocket, and the fat old man pointed at him casually: "Chris is Natasha's uncle, and I am Natasha's father Peter...... You're Buck's Mrs. Huaguo?"

If comrades-in-arms and friends can still accept polygamy with a smile, this is Buck's foreign father-in-law, and the giant body that can beat Ye Mingjing into a yo-yo with one slap is very shocking!

Ye Mingjing's hand wiping the table obviously trembled, he swallowed hard, and his voice trembled a little: "He...... Thinking that she was killed in battle, and finally got married, I ......" She was still strong, and simply pointed to the girls two or three tables apart: "We are all his wives!"

The three big men turned their heads from Ye Mingjing to the other side in surprise, and when they heard Xiang Wan's translation, Zhou Xiaoli, who was the shortest, couldn't help but straighten her waist, but found that the two little girls next to her were also standing up straight, so she waved her hand and slapped her buttocks: "Don't go to serve tea yet!"

The little girl pouted and ran away.

Buck was also slapped in the face by the tall girl, but the slap was as gentle as it was tender: "You don't even go home to see? You don't even make a phone call? You know I saw corpses everywhere, and when Bakarev's helicopter exploded into so many pieces, if he wasn't pregnant, he would have shot himself!"

Buck spread out in large letters on the hot ground, one arm wanted to wrap around the other party's waist, but he didn't have half the strength, his whole body was so weak that he seemed to be in a dream, and he could only barely touch his hand where he could touch it, well, it was the girl's ass, and he looked through the glass from the café from a distance, as if he was in a hurry.

In fact, Buck just pinched to confirm that this was true, his brain was blank by ecstasy, madness, and obsession, as if his fingers were climbing hard, along the girl's back, and crawled to the girl's head, and the fingers that were slightly barely raised were inserted into the girl's thick black hair, and he opened his mouth, wanting to respond, wanting to speak, and wanting to ask, but his throat was blocked by death, as if he couldn't make a sound, only Ho Ho's ugly saliva trembling sound, his eyes greedily looked at the face close at hand, and countless feelings wanted to gush out!

But the body is like in a dream, the more anxious you are, the more you can't do it, and the abundant love is so anxious that it seems that your head is about to explode, and the cigarette butt that was stuffed by Chris in your mouth fell to the side!

The girl's eagerness also slowed down with the gentle gesture: "It's okay...... They stopped me and said that you must have shot so many people in that village, and I turned over every corpse to look for you, and I also found witnesses who said that you were still alive and that the helicopter had been shot down before landing...... They saw you run away in despair, and I knew you ran away...... I wonder if you're still alive...... Do you know how hard I am?"

The familiar Russian pronunciation, the intonation of countless dreams, the touch of the body that he had forcibly suppressed and forgotten, the weight on Buck's body, and the dazzling sunlight on his head, the love that Buck had accumulated suddenly erupted from his eyes, and two lines of hot tears rolled out!

Buck, who struggled and could only shake his head, trembled like an old man, and the tears on his face reflected in the sun!

The boy had tears and did not flick, perhaps all of Buck's grief was suppressed and dispersed by the killing frenzy and the subsequent wandering when he witnessed the helicopter explode, but in fact it has been buried in the bottom of his heart, frozen in the bottom of his heart.

I used to use various methods to express the feelings, but now I finally vented it, and as soon as the tears came out, Buck couldn't help it at all, and beat the stone next to him helplessly with both hands: "I...... Miss you...... Ah, I'm ...... I think so, you...... Graceful...... Tower...... Sha "was like a child, crying stupidly in the broad daylight sun.

Ah Nu didn't go far, vigilantly holding the puppy and sitting on the stone steps outside the café, he couldn't understand Russian, but he seemed to be able to understand the love contained in the crying, and the boy who seemed to be forever cold also lowered his head, as if he remembered who it was, was it the family on the bamboo floor, or the old cow who walked away silently?

The tall girl had already rolled over and sat on Buck's waist, just lying on his chest, wiping away the tears from Buck's face like a child, and humming a Russian tune softly: "The moon rises and hangs in the sky, and the darkness is gone, and the young birds, young children, have fallen asleep peacefully......" With his back to the sun, his face looked like a girl's immaturity, but it was full of mother's brilliance, making Buck look dumbfounded like a fool.

The girl, who had mastered coaxing children not to cry, proudly concocted her man, stretched out her hand to support Buck's head on both sides of the head domineeringly, and pressed Buck's face with a heavy chest: "We're never separated again!, right?"

Buck could only nod his head in agreement!

Kicking his leg means he's suffocating with happiness!