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Chapter 1616

Chapter 1616

Logan stood up with the baby in his arms and stood at the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the seemingly endless noise and protest below.

Seeing this scene, the anxiety I had felt countless times before naturally turned into indifference.

They're just chickens and dogs.

As long as that man comes back.

Tang Wan sniffed her daughter's fragrant temples and said with a smile, "Mom is looking forward to it too."

The baby nodded his little head vigorously.

At the same time, Xiajiang old town.

The old town is filled with mango trees as landscape trees.

At this time of year, there are lots of mangoes hanging on the mango trees.

The trees are covered with green and yellow mangoes, which hang down heavily and can be picked with your hands. From time to time, a few mangoes will be placed on the roof of the car as it passes by.

"Bang bang bang~"

When a silver Rolls-Royce Phantom came to a stop, wiping away the piles of fruits, seven or eight green-yellow fruits had fallen on the roof, exuding a faint aroma of mango.

When the Rolls-Royce came to a stop, before the door was opened, a hand reached out, picked up a mango, and skillfully pushed it open, revealing the fibrous pulp inside.

“Local mangoes are still delicious.”

"Yes, Chen Fang."

Chen Yang threw down the core and peel, turned around and said with a smile.

Chen Fang folded her hands on her abdomen. From the moment she opened the car door to watching Chen Yang eating mangoes with a smile, her excited smile never let go.

Hearing this, she nodded vigorously, just like the baby on the top floor of Chen's Building.

"I'm back."

Chen Yang patted Chen Fang on the shoulder, "You did a good job."

The two of them talked as they walked, and sat down at a tea stall on the roadside.

The tea stall is very old.

The paint on the top of the folding table is peeling off, the plastic low-backed chair is brittle, hard, yellowed and deteriorated, and the old-fashioned red plastic shell thermos bottle is paired with a cork stopper that looks even older and full of signs of use.

On the table, there is a rough porcelain tea tray, a white porcelain tureen and a small cup placed on it. The set only costs a few yuan.

Together, these constitute the most common tea stall in the old town of Xiajiang City.

Chen Fang didn't know why Chen Yang had to go to this small tea stall and drink cheap tea that cost dozens of dollars a pound instead of top-notch famous tea in this high-end tea room, but she still sat with her quietly.

Come down and take the initiative to help make tea.

Chen Yang took a small sip of the bad tea, drinking it as pleasantly as the mother tree's Dahongpao.

After Chen Fang finished making tea, she also calmed down Chen Yang's excitement after three years and instinctively observed the surrounding environment.

This time, she suddenly discovered some details that she had missed before.

This small tea stall is located in an old villa area. During the Anti-Chinese Exclusion Period in Indonesia, the returned overseas Chinese saw it. After decades of time, it had already become old and worn out, so most of them were rented out and used as tea stalls.

On weekdays, the place is bustling with people, reflecting the leisurely and slow-paced lifestyle of southern city dwellers.

Today, after Chen Yang came here to drink tea, the place seemed eerily quiet and there were eerily few people.

Chen Fang took a closer look and immediately saw the difference.

Those who drink tea are dressed more formally. They are not like the locals in Xiajiang who wear big pants and vests and take off their shoes before going out to drink tea. Instead, they are neatly dressed and some have bulging waists.

The position they chose was also quite special, with Chen Yang being faintly guarded in the middle, with their backs to him and facing the direction where someone could come over at any time, a typical guard node.

"Is this the Lord's guard?"

Chen Fang knew it, but she felt a little disappointed. She had always arranged Chen Yang's security work in the past. Where did these people come from?

...Could he be from Xuanwu?

Just as Chen Fang came up with this idea, she heard Chen Yang put down his tea cup in a comfortable place and asked: "Didn't you meet Xuanwu when you came here?"


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