They transferred from Honolulu Airport to Kona Airport in Hawaii, and then checked into a local hotel with a beach.
After staying at the hotel, Sijin caught up on his sleep in the hotel suite, and Yan Zhen went out immediately.
The time in Hawaii is 18 hours behind Beijing. They set off from City A at 4 pm on the 11th, but when they arrived at the hotel, they
He had to adjust his cell phone to two o'clock in the afternoon on the 11th. Well, it was two hours earlier than departure. Sijin adjusted his cell phone, muted it, and fell asleep.
She woke up after three hours of sleep, bored out of her mind, opened the window of the suite, and opened the curtains. In front of her was a blue ocean, with three seagulls squawking on the sea, two sailboats on the sea, and tourists in twos and threes on the beach.
Take a leisurely walk.
She stretched out a lot, feeling that such a life was so comfortable that she couldn't fault it. However, she felt that life lacked a little spice. Alas, human nature is insatiable.
After Sijin satirized herself, she lay quietly in front of the window and looked at the quiet sea.
A knock on the door interrupted her quiet look.
"Who?" Sijin walked up to him, a little wary. After all, Zhi wouldn't knock on the door when he came back, but opened the door directly.
"Miss, the dinner you ordered has arrived." The waiter's voice came from outside the door.
Sijin opened the door.
There were two tall and handsome bodyguards at her door. They were the bodyguards who appeared at the airport as soon as they got off the plane. They checked the food and let the waiter in.
Sijin ducked out of the way, and the waiter put down his dinner and left quietly, but Sijin was not in a hurry to close the door.
Instead, he leaned against the door, looked at one of the bodyguards and asked, "Where is your beloved?"
"Miss Sijin, I don't know, but my responsibility is to protect Miss Sijin's safety." The bodyguard's militarized stance indicated their presence, and Sijin closed the door boredly.
She knew that Zhi had formed a military force exclusively for him since he was a child, called "Shady". She got the name. Originally it was not called "Shady", but "Eagle". She made fun of his military
The faces of the troops are as expressionless as the night
, was to be changed to "Shadow", and then, the tragedy happened. The members of the Eagle Force protested against the new name to no avail! This also indirectly caused several senior members of the Eagle Force to object to Sijin's dare.
I dare not express my anger, this is all in the past.
Sijin sat at the table having dinner, feeling strange in her heart.
This troop, which is absolutely loyal to Yan Zhi, is always maintained but not used. Why did he send them to accompany him on vacation in Hawaii? He is doing business now, unlike when he was a child, pretending to be the boss and using them for what?
Sijin couldn't figure it out, so he didn't waste any more time thinking about it!
Less than four minutes later, there was another knock on the door.
Because she knew that the door was protected by bodyguards, she was not as vigilant as before. She lazily ran over to open the door, and quickly rushed back to continue enjoying her dinner.
A capable woman followed in. She walked in and stood in front of Sijin, with a calm and cold aura.
This woman Si Jin met twice when she was a child. Her name is Carly. She is of French mixed race. She has sexy big breasts and even more charming long legs. She is just a cold-blooded mercenary. Later, she was taken under Yan Zhen’s sect and is currently one of the important members of the "shady"
one.
There is always a solemn aura about people like them, which makes you feel that this person has no emotions or hungry faces at all, and is particularly boring. He usually doesn't laugh or is as crazy as her, but he has an invisible sharp look.
He can kill people invisible. Anyway, he is not easy to get close to, and Sijin doesn’t like to get close very much.
"Sit down."
Sijin pointed to the sofa next to her.
[Go to sleep. Well, writing this article may be a turning point. The subsequent articles will not be as protracted and dull as the previous article, and the writing style may also change less. In fact, I prefer the previous feeling, which is dull and lukewarm.
I like it very much, maybe it’s because people don’t like to mess around when they get older, but then I suddenly became like a child again, and I wanted to write something passionate and dark again.]