Mr. Wu shook the gun in his hand and asked, "Miss Cheng, do you have any other questions?"
Yang Guo stared at him, and after a moment he shook his head: "No more. Even if there is, I will ask your boss."
"I think he will give you a reasonable explanation."
Mr. Wu smiled again and turned to look at the base: "Miss Cheng, your mission has been completed so far. You can go back to Guokang to collect the remaining reward. As for what other work is done here, our boss
I don’t want you to participate.”
Yang Guo raised his hand, made a retreat gesture to his men, and said coldly: "I don't want to participate either. Everyone, pay attention, retreat in an orderly manner!"
Following Yang Guo's order, the nine members of the red organization, plus Yang Xiaodong, immediately held their rifles sideways and slowly retreated sideways towards the way they came.
After Yang Xiaodong, who was walking at the end, had walked a few dozen meters, Yang Guo turned around and chased after him with long strides.
Looking at Yang Guo's slim back, the tall man slowly raised his rifle, but was stopped by his companion's eyes.
"Young Master Yan..."
As soon as the tall man said this in a low voice, he saw Yang Guo walking more than ten meters away, suddenly turned around and looked here coldly.
The man who was called Mr. Wu by Yang Guo but respected as Young Master Yan by his companions smiled and raised his hand, making a gesture of invitation.
Yang Guo looked at them coldly for a few seconds, then turned around and quickly disappeared into the jungle.
As Yang Guo's figure disappeared into the jungle, there was a slight crashing sound in the distance, and then there was no more life.
Yan Shaodao clasped his hands behind his back, looked at the place where Yang Guo disappeared, and murmured: "She has never let down her guard against us. If you had fired just now, we would have laid our bodies on the spot."
"But they-"
When the tall man wanted to say something else, Young Master Yan had already walked towards the base: "Qianlong, they are just killers who kill for money, nothing to worry about. Well, I have changed my mind now, tell the brave dragon,
Let him pay the remaining remuneration in full and don't embarrass the Seven Colors Organization. Don't say anything else. I don't want to cause more trouble for a mere seven million US dollars. Besides, we may have a chance to work with the Seven Colors Organization in the future.
I'm very interested in working together again, Miss Cheng, haha."
Since Mr. Yan said this, Qianlong stopped talking and immediately took off the miniature wireless communication radio from his shoulders (in the dense virgin forest, even satellite phones have no signal and can only use wireless radios. This is also a Danxiao
The main reason for informing Yaozi and others to retreat (the main reason for coming in person) was to convey Master Yan’s orders to his companions.
Young Master Yan didn't care about what Qianlong did. He just stepped over Yaozai's body with his hands behind his back and walked slowly into the base: "That old man always said that these treasures are not taken out without permission."
Those who take out the treasure will surely be punished inexplicably - haha, isn't this nonsense? In what age is it now, who still believes in those things about ghosts and gods."
…
Mrs. Xue had met Jing Wuyan several times before and knew that there was something wrong with this child's brain.
However, even though she regretted how the intelligence of Jing Hengshan and his wife could have raised such a mentally retarded daughter, Mrs. Xue still shouted in surprise after seeing Jing Wuyan who had clearly dressed up carefully:
, Nongqin (Mrs. Jing’s maiden name), am I right? She has so much talent, but she’s so talented. Why is Wu Yan so graceful? Hey, tsk tsk, look at this child. He raises his hands and feet.
It shows your elegance.”
Mrs. Jing is like all mothers in the world. When she hears other people praising her daughter, even if she hears the meaning of the words being insincere, she will be very happy: "Haha, Guizhi (Mrs. Xue's maiden name),
Look at what you said, Wu Yan is not as good as you said - well, but she has indeed become a lot more sensible recently, and is no longer as willful as she was when she first returned to China. Wu Yan, come and see your Aunt Xue.
"
Jing Wuyan was wearing a white shirt on her upper body, but underneath she was wearing a long black gauze skirt with gold thread on the hem, a pair of white canvas shoes on her feet, and her black hair was tied back casually by a crystal hairpin——
If she were to be dressed like this on another girl, she would definitely look nondescript, but she exuded a chic and uninhibited temperament. Coupled with a little eye shadow and a little lipstick, she was really a bit...
No wonder Mrs. Xue praised it so much for the smell of dust.
Jing Wuyan walked up to Mrs. Xue with a smile, bent slightly and said hello in a low voice: "Hello, Aunt Xue."
"well!"
Mrs. Xue grabbed Jing Wuyan's arm with both hands and expressed her appreciation without hesitation: "Well, when I talk about playing the piano, it means that my Wandi (Xue Wandi) is not mature enough. Otherwise, I really want to play the piano."
Yan will be my daughter-in-law."
Mrs. Jing's eyes lit up, and when she was about to say, "I think Wan Di is very good, why don't we try to let the two children live together", Jing Wuyan spoke: "Aunt Xue, you are wrong."
Mrs. Xue was stunned: "Hey, why did I say it wrong?"
Jing Wuyan replied: "Xue Wandi is not immature, but he is too mature and I don't like it."
According to Mrs. Xue's current status, if she had the intention of praising other girls just now, they would be overjoyed, or else they would be shy and timid - even if they really don't like Xue Wandi very much.
But Jing Wuyan is Jing Wuyan, her social skills are a mess, and her relationship issues are even more retarded to the point of being an idiot, so she said such a thing.
A look of embarrassment immediately appeared on Mrs.
Same, there is something wrong with your brain and you want to find an idiot wife for your son?
Mrs. Jing quickly smoothed things over: "Oh, Wuyan, what are you talking about? It's just burying your Aunt Xue's good intentions! Haha, Guizhi, don't mind, this child has been spoiled by Hengshan and I since he was a child.
Yes, what you said is out of tune. Well, what, you just said you wanted Wuyan to be your daughter-in-law, are you serious?"
My mother, I didn’t expect that Nongqin would be so anxious for her precious daughter! Oh, it’s all my fault, why should I say those flattering words? This is so good, I can’t refuse it.
——Mrs. Xue secretly screamed in pain, forced a smile and was about to say something when she saw Jing Wuyan frowning and said: "Mom, really, can't you see that Aunt Xue was joking with me just now?"
Mrs. Xue praised in her heart: They say Wu Yan is an idiot, but that’s not all. Alas, this child’s appearance, figure, and temperament are not mentioned. It’s just that her thinking is too outstanding. If it weren’t for this shortcoming, she would definitely be the best daughter-in-law.
!
Humph, don’t I want to sell you out? You’re already twenty-six and no one wants you yet. Don’t worry, Mom, I’m still worried!
Mrs. Jing snorted coldly in her heart and glanced at her daughter, only to see her face flush slightly and then lower her head.
Hey, when did my daughter know that she was blushing? Strange!
After seeing Jing Wuyan suddenly reveal her childish attitude, Mrs. Jing was stunned: "Wuyan, do you have something to say?"
Jing Wuyan stirred the corners of her clothes with her hands, and her voice sounded like a mosquito humming: "Mom, you and Aunt Xue are still pretending to be with me. I, I already know."
"You know everything?"
Mrs. Jing looked at Mrs. Xue with a confused look on her face: "What do you know?"
"Oh, I have to let people say it myself, really!"
Jing Wuyan bit her lip, raised her head suddenly, and shouted with her eyes closed: "At that time, I saw Tang Peng went to Uncle Xue's house! And Aunt Xue came to our house again. This must be his request.
Uncle Xue is a big matchmaker and has come to formally propose marriage to me! Hey, what age are we in now? We still play old-fashioned tricks like blind dates - but I don’t care, I’ll leave this matter to you. I
Go up first and wait!"
Jing Wuyan finished speaking with a shy look on her face, turned around, held the skirt of her skirt in both hands, and ran quickly towards the stairs.
Mrs. Jing and Mrs. Xue stood stupidly in the living room, looking at each other for a long time, then blinked and said in unison: "What did this kid say just now!?"
Mrs. Jing's forehead was covered with black lines: "I, I don't know."
Mrs. Xue had sympathy in her eyes: "I, I don't know either. I seemed to have heard her talk about Tang Peng just now. Who is Tang Peng?"
Mrs. Jing was stunned for a moment, then shouted: "Ah, I know now!"
Mrs. Xue immediately asked: "Nongqin, what do you know? Tell me quickly. Maybe I can help you!"
"My family is Wuyan. I met a boy a few days ago, named Tang Peng. Originally, she told us both about it. We were very happy when we heard it and wanted to take time to meet the boy. But
Hengshan has been very busy - just now Wuyan said that Tang Peng seemed to have gone to your house, and you happened to be here, so she mistakenly thought that this was arranged by Hengshan and that she wanted you to be her matchmaker!"
After Mrs. Jing said this in one breath, she sighed heavily: "Well, how could Wuyan know that we have no such arrangement at all? When Tang Peng came to your house, it was probably because Lao Xue wanted to talk to him
Work matters - tell me, how do you deal with this matter?"
After hearing this, Mrs. Xue finally understood. She sympathized with Jing Hengshan and his wife again, and said in a tone that left no room for doubt: "Nongqin, this is easy to handle! Since Wu Yan has misunderstood, let's just make up for the mistake."
!”
Mrs. Jing's eyes lit up: "You mean, you want to take this opportunity to bring Wu Yan and that Tang Peng together?"
Mrs. Xue nodded heavily: "Let's go to my house and let you see the man named Tang Peng first!"
…
Desire to see through.
If I had to use one word to describe Master Jing's mood at this time, I could only use this word to describe it.
After Mrs. Xue and Mrs. Jing hurriedly walked out of Villa No. 1 in Zhongnanhai, she lay on the bed with a shy face, but felt uneasy in her heart: Will my mother dislike that boy who was born a commoner?
If my mother doesn't want to, will the boy hold a grudge against my mother, or simply take a knife to his neck and die to prove his will?
Or, would he guard Uncle Xue's family, kneel in front of my mother, beg for nothing, cry bitterly, and beg my mother to help us both?