Anyuan beat Jiang Yuan again, and then drove to the airport with satisfaction.
Although Li Xun is dead, his influence is still there. The mafia, which has been dormant for a while, seems to be making some big moves recently.
Fu Jingshen now only focuses on spending time with his wife, and all the trivial matters are piled on Anyuan.
Qingqing is a chatterbox and likes to send him messages.
When Anyuan arrived at the airport, he first replied to all her messages, and then told her about his itinerary.
It was almost time to board the plane. An Yuan was too lazy to type, so he simply called her on WeChat. The little girl over there quickly picked up the phone, her voice a bit lazy.
"What's wrong?"
Anyuan's eyes were flat, looking at the young couple hugging each other in front of him, he lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled, and said, "Qingqing."
"Um?"
He changed his hand to hold the phone: "I'm going to S to stay for a while."
Qingqing raised her eyebrows, oh, are you reporting the itinerary to her?
She suppressed her excitement: "Is there a mission? Can Xingyue participate? Can I go?"
I want to go, I want to show off my femininity again, I want to tell a man who likes to call her a little kangaroo majestically: It was just an accident that my mother became a little kangaroo.
"No, the secret door can solve it."
"oh."
OK, rejected.
The young couple in front started to kiss each other as if no one else was watching. Anyuan's Adam's apple rolled and his voice was very soft: "Qingqing."
He especially liked to call her name, his sweet voice mixed with gentle emotions, which made him feel that these two words were inexplicably romantic.
Qingqing swallowed and asked him: "What?"
Anyuan laughed softly: "Send me to the airport next time."
Qingqing: "????"
She nodded, thinking that he couldn't see, so she quickly responded, "Yes."
I was full of doubts as to why we suddenly talked about this.
The broken mobile phone was placed on the counter. The new phone had more functions than the old one. Probably for this reason, Qingqing felt that when Anyuan talked to her now, his voice seemed to be filtered, making it easier to hear. People are confused.
He said: "You can buy me buns when I come back."
Grandma's shop is only open in the morning and closes after ten o'clock. Qingqing still sleeps in most of the time.
To buy buns for Anyuan, you have to get up early. If you get up early, you won't get enough sleep.
Qingqing weighed it up and decided that if she didn't sleep enough, she took Anyuan off first and then said, "Okay, no problem."
The two exchanged a few words, and Anyuan hung up when he was about to board the plane.
When she got off the plane and turned it on again, Qingqing had sent him a message half an hour ago, and she could feel her excitement from the text.
Anyuan squinted his eyes, and the person who came to pick him up felt a chill coming from him.
He looked at Anyuan carefully and said, "Brother Yuan, did I do something wrong?"
Anyuan put his cell phone in his pocket, did not reply to the message, and asked the person on the side: "The latest secret door, the total and Xingyue Friendship?"
"Ah...yes, except for urgent tasks, the organization is basically idle now, and I will do some activities with Xingyue."
Anyuan didn't speak, bent down and got into the car, closed his eyes, and started the car. After a long time, he slowly said: "Starting tomorrow, if there are no tasks, everyone will go to the orphanage, nursing home, etc. to do volunteer work."
Driver: "......"
Volunteer?
Have you ever seen a killer organization doing charity?
Good guy.
The driver did not dare to refute and responded: "I will pass on the news tomorrow."
Anyuan replied calmly: "Yes."
The driver looked at Anyuan in the rearview mirror and couldn't help it. He still felt like asking: "Brother Yuan, who in the organization has offended you?"
Anyuan is known for his good temper in the organization. Unless he is angry, he will smile and say "ok" no matter what excessive request is made.
An Yuan pursed his lips and refused to answer, thinking of the last message Qingqing sent him: "Hahahahaha, Xingyue and the secret door are having a party tonight, let's have fun~"
Thinking of this, he frowned, opened his eyes, and raised his hand to look at his watch.
Qingqing waited all afternoon for news from Anyuan, but did not receive a reply.
Pouting, he went back to the room to change clothes and get ready to go out.
The contact between Xingyue and the secret door is actually nothing. Most of them are drinking, bragging and chatting, chatting more with those who like them, and fighting with each other after drinking to learn from those who don't like them.
Qingqing was halfway through drinking when he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to try a close combat fight with a very powerful looking person in the secret door.
Before it started, the cell phone on the sofa rang.
Qingqing asked another little sister sitting on the sofa to help hang up, while she warmed up and prepared for a fight. The little sister glanced at the screen, raised her voice and shouted: "Qingqing, it's your future boyfriend calling."
Future boyfriend.
Yasumoto.
This was the note Qingqing gave him.
The woman who looked eager to win just now, with 'I will win' written all over her face, gave up before the fight even started: "No fight, I give up!"
The person on the other side who was gearing up and getting ready said: "????"
Qingqing ran to get her phone and picked it up: "Anyuan?"
"come out."
The voice was rare and cold, Qingqing frowned, why is the tone so fierce?
"Are you back?"
As he asked, he walked out of the door. When he hung up the phone, more than thirty unread items were displayed on the screen, and Qingqing took a deep breath.
After running out, An Yuan stood under the streetlight with a cigarette in his mouth, and the fine snow fell little by little.
Anyuan lowered his head, thinking about something, and did not notice that Qingqing had come out. Qingqing called him across the street: "Anyuan——"
He looked up at her.
Qingqing, who loved to smile, called him by his name with crooked eyebrows.
He stamped out the cigarette and pursed his thin lips. Thinking that he had no position to stop her from socializing, he suppressed the irritation in his heart and walked in her direction.
Qingqing drank wine and became even redder in excitement. When Anyuan stood in front of her, she raised her face and asked, "Is the matter settled?"
When I called in the morning, I also said that I would stay in country S for a while.
Anyuan walked slowly with her on the roadside: "No, there are more important things to solve than that."
"Ah? What's the matter?"
An Yuanxu looked at her, said nothing, and finally changed the subject: "Will you have a meal with me?"
Qingqing pointed to the Friendship Tavern: "Then go in, there's a lot of food inside."
He didn't want to go in, but he didn't know what excuse to use. The irritability began to surge into his heart again. Anyuan frowned and took out a cigarette.
Before taking out the lighter, Qingqing stretched out her hand to hold down his hand that opened the cigarette case: "Anyuan, can you smoke less?"
An Yuan lowered his eyes to look at her, and small snowflakes fell on her face. He narrowed his eyes and wanted to reach out to touch it away. He held back, raised his lips, and replied to her: "Is this the case?"
"I'm just going to let my wife take care of this."
Qingqing's heartbeat quickened, her red lips raised, and her tone was light: "Oh."
Oh, wait, wait until I soak your hands, and I'll break your hands off if you dare to touch the cigarette!
