But the premise is that there is no evidence of his crime falling into the hands of the Americans. Is there any evidence?
I clenched my hands tightly, is there any evidence?
She didn't know, she had never cared about this.
She has known since she was a child that women should not participate in a man's career and should only stay behind the man and protect his home.
Many of her elders did this.[
They stay quietly by their men's side, raise their children, protect their homes, and allow the men to pursue their careers without any worries.
"Auntie..." Xingan buried his head between his knees, and suddenly there was a sound of milky milk in his ears.
Xinggan tried his best to sniff twice, wiped away his tears, then raised his head and saw Yan Mo's brother's youngest son, Yan Qingcheng, squatting next to him holding a football, opening his mouth and calling her in a sweet voice.
"Auntie, who bullied you?" The little girl Yan Qingcheng is only five years old this year. Her two small eyes are as black as ink. Yan Mo's wife Yanyan walked towards her direction.
Xingan shook his head and picked up Yan Qingcheng: "Auntie has not been bullied. Do you want to play with Qingcheng?"
"Auntie, don't cry. If anyone bullies your aunt, Qingcheng will help you beat him. Qingcheng is so powerful. Even the kids around here can't beat me." Yan Qingcheng stretched out her little hand and wanted to come over and wipe her heart. The corners of her eyes couldn't control their falling.
Tears, frowning solemnly, as serious as a little old man: "A man should wipe a woman's tears. This is what dad said. Auntie, you won't be sad if you give her a hug."
"Qingcheng, come here, mommy hugs you." Yanyan came over, took Qingcheng over, and then handed the paper to her sweetheart: "Go over, his condition was really bad the past two days, I didn't mean to see you sad and not help.
of."
"I understand." How can a sweetheart not understand a woman's love for her husband?
Yanyan hugged Qingcheng and said, "Qingcheng, aunt wants to chat with dad. How about we go to eat? Are you hungry?"
"Qingcheng is not hungry, but Qingcheng needs to eat well. Only when she is full can she protect her aunt and prevent her from being bullied by others. Please stop crying..."
"Be good Qingcheng, aunt will buy you some fun toys next time." Xinggan watched Yanyan leave with her son in her arms, turned around and walked towards Yan Mo sitting on the bench. She wiped her tears, adjusted her mood, and then
Sit next to him.
"Brother Mo, are you feeling better?"
Yan Mo has been wearing sunglasses when he goes out these days. Now he looks at his heart, nods slightly, but does not speak, still looking quietly into the distance.
Yan Mo didn't speak, so she could only sit and worry.
"Two years ago, the United States was determined to capture Lei Haotian. At that time, the United States established a Black Hawk program. Since then, Lei Haotian has been in Russia, living in seclusion. Some time ago, the Russian parliamentary election ended, and Lei Haotian moved the United States to
The agents stationed in Lei's family and even the entire Moscow secret service network were uprooted and wiped out, and they were almost tied to the U.S. Secret Service. But at the same time, Lei Haotian sold a big business to the U.S. Secretary of Defense and became their tax payer's business partner.
The relationship has eased a bit. The big business allows him to stay with you in Los Angeles in a high-profile manner without being in any danger. But after the death of the US Secretary of Defense from cerebral congestion three months ago, this balance has changed.