There is a wall in the capital. Outside the wall is the capital, and inside the wall is China.
The woman walked out of the wall wearing very casual clothes.
I got into a low-key domestic car that even had a low-key license plate number.
The driver is a retired war god, and he once claimed to have raised pigs in the army.
Now, the God of War has really become a cute little pig with no temper in front of women.
"Boss, can I go?" the Ares driver asked implicitly.
"What are you going to do?" The woman's facial features are three-dimensional. She has the stability of a successful person, and her eyebrows are also charming.
"I want to meet him." The God of War grinned, his eyes filled with desire and enthusiasm.
"When you see him, you first stamp your feet, then salute, and finally embarrass me?" The woman's red lips slightly opened and she said indifferently.
"He has a higher level than me, so saluting is appropriate..." The God of War was stunned and said with some regret. "Then forget it, I won't go."
He knows a little bit about the leader's character.
The leader may not be a vicious and evil person, but he is also definitely not an approachable and kind person.
"I'm not going to see him, and I may not be able to see him." The woman said calmly. "I'm going to settle the score with that bitch."
When the God of War heard this, he had goosebumps.
Leaders usually say that whoever they want to settle accounts with will definitely be in bad luck.
"Yes, leader." The God of War nodded respectfully and focused on driving.
"From now on, don't call me boss outside." The woman frowned slightly and said calmly, "As if I am your wife."
"..."
The God of War twitched his lips and said implicitly: "I'm married, and I love my wife very much..."
"Your wife has complained to me several times, saying that you never accompany her and often sneak out in the middle of the night." The woman glanced at the God of War coldly. "Don't forget, your wife used to be my secretary.
Treat her like a sister."
"Boss, I don't have time to accompany her because you often fly around. I go out in the middle of the night because you have something to do and need a driver..."
The God of War driver sighed and said slowly: "But the leader's request is my pursuit. I will try my best to split myself in half from now on, one half to accompany you at work, and the other half to accompany my wife at home."
"This is best." After the woman said this, she closed her eyes and rested her mind.
The God of War driver noticed that the leader was carrying a bag that was different from his usual work bag. It was not vulgar and a little foreign.
The bag is bulging, probably containing some cosmetics that I don't usually use.
Even in his casual clothes, he shows off his temperament, and it looks like he has been carefully chosen.
Leader, are you going to Binhai to find your wife?
…
"Xue Bao, what do you say she has arrived in Binhai? Is dad your closest relative?"
"When you graduated from elementary school, took the high school entrance examination, and took the college entrance examination, did your dad put aside tens of billions of dollars in business to accompany you the whole time and hold banners for you?"
"You don't have any reason to refuse Dad tonight."
Looking at the contents of these WeChat messages, Mr. Han, who was making Dahongpao tea eggs with Brother Zhang, raised his eyebrows and typed a few words with his slender fingers: "I'm not free to spend time with Brother Zhang tonight."
Then she put down her phone, hugged Brother Zhang's sexy waist from behind like a female gangster, and playfully teased Brother Zhang's abdominal muscles with her fingers: "Whose man is this? He has such a hot body?"
Brother Zhang trembled and sneered: "I don't know which vixen is cheaper."
Mr. Han leaned against Brother Zhang and breathed Rulan into his ear: "This vixen must be a fairy. Can he subjugate Brother Zhang?"
Brother Zhang was a little itchy from Xuebao's teasing. He exerted force on his hips and shook Mr. Han away: "Come on, we're cooking."
Mr. Han was a little disappointed, curled his lips, slapped Brother Zhang on the buttocks, Jiao Didi walked out of the kitchen: "Hurry up and put the eggs in, the Ai family is hungry."
"Starve to death, you bitch." Brother Zhang cursed and rolled his head.
…
Binhai Airport.
The woman dragged her suitcase and walked out of the airport alone.
Not far away, parked was a multi-million limited edition supercar with license plate number five and eight.
The handsome man with grandma gray highlights was holding a cigarette from the corner of his mouth, with an evil look on his face. He put one hand casually on the edge of the door frame, kicked off his feet, and slid to the woman's side.
"Ba Po, get in the car."
The woman stopped and glanced at the childish man with a lower head whom she hadn't seen in almost thirty years.
His face was calm and his expression was calm.
"In Binhai, no one would dare to take you except me." The handsome man with sharp eyebrows on his temples looked a bit like a pretty boy. "If you don't get in the car, you have to walk back to the city."
The woman tilted her head slightly, glanced at the man with her eyes, and said with a slight curl of her red lips: "It's against discipline to sit in this car."
"There's so much shit going on."
The handsome uncle kicked open the door of the supercar and said impatiently: "Just stand here and don't move."
Then he trotted over and drove into a car with a market value of over 100,000 yuan. He parked next to the woman angrily and asked, "Why are you still holding me back?"
The woman got into the car with her luggage and sat in the back seat as usual, using the handsome man as the driver.
But before the handsome man could turn his face, the woman's red lips slightly opened and she said in a strange tone: "Didn't you buy any oranges?"
The handsome uncle succeeded in his trick and grinned evilly: "What do you mean? You want to recognize me as your father?"
