"I picked up all their guns, is it useful?" Xia Yucheng now has three guns in his hand.
Feng Hao, who was looking for magazines in the car, smiled: "Of course it works!"
He found the magazine, looked down at the gun in her hand, took one and threw it into the woods.
"What is this for?" Xia Yucheng was confused.
Feng Hao dragged her by the hand to their car: "Get in the car first, we want to get out of here."
After getting in the car, Feng Hao put the pistol and magazines into the tool box. While starting the car, he said to Xia Yucheng beside him: "That gun has the Caesar family logo on it... leave a message for anyone who finds it."
A little clue!"
As he spoke, the corners of his lips slightly raised.
The car drove back onto the road. Feng Hao reached out and touched her head and asked, "Are you scared?"
Xia Yucheng shook her head first, and then nodded slightly: "Hao, are you afraid?"
"As long as you are fine, what should I be afraid of?" After saying this, Feng Hao suddenly felt that these words might make Xia Yucheng think too much. Sure enough, when he turned to look at her, she looked very worried.
"You didn't drag me down!" He added, purely for comfort.
"Um!"
"Be happy..." He turned the steering wheel and glanced at her again.
Xia Yucheng quickly smiled at him, although it was very forced, she was still smiling. However, Feng Hao was obviously not satisfied, but he didn't say anything more.
"Are you still going to Paris?" she asked.
Feng Hao shook his head: "No, let's go to Monte Carlo."
Originally, Feng Hao hoped to go to Paris for a while, make sure no one discovered him, and then go to Monte Carlo. But now it seemed that he had to take Xia Yucheng to Monte Carlo as soon as possible.
On the way, Feng Hao made a phone call and spoke in English, which Xia Yucheng could understand. The main idea was that he would go home before dinner and hoped to prepare dinner before leaving.
Xia Yucheng wanted to ask him who he was calling, but she thought this question was too idiotic. Since she was following him, why should she be worried?
"I have a hobby..." Feng Hao's voice suddenly sounded in the carriage.
"Hobby? You wouldn't say...your hobby is killing people, right?" Xia Yucheng smiled, recalling his wit and bravery in the woods, and she admired him to the extreme, "Isn't that right? Sir?"
"How is that possible?" He chuckled, not angry at her answer, "Chengcheng, do you really...understand me?"
She glanced at him with a somewhat complicated expression. To say she knew this man completely would be a lie.
Licking her dry lips, she said slowly: "I really don't know what you were like before. What you are like now, what I see is different from what others see.
I don’t know everything about you, I only know that you love me, but I also want to know you, can you tell me first, what are your hobbies?"
"I like... photography!" Feng Hao looked at the fresh and peaceful scenery outside the car window, which was shrouded in a golden warm sun. "When I first saw you in the Gu family garden, you raised your head and looked
Under the moonlight..."
She smiled and corrected: "Sir, I'm looking at the stars!"