Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci checked the time and saw that it was only four o'clock in the afternoon.

At this time, Han Zhan is still working in the company. Why did he come back so early today? Song Ci asked Han Zhan: "Brother Han is finished with work today?"

Han Zhan wanted to tell Song Ci what happened at the company today. When he lowered his head and saw Song Ci’s pregnant belly, Han Zhan smiled again. He said, “I just remembered that I haven’t had a good meal with you for a long time. Listen to Li Li said that pregnant women are to coax, so I deliberately go home early today, planning to make you dinner."

Han Zhan took out the dessert box that he had hidden from the suit jacket he took off, "Look, your favorite chestnut cake."

Song Ci smiled suddenly, a very clean and pleasant smile. With a smile, the stars all over the sky were put into her eyes. Han Zhan looked a little fascinated, and he subconsciously reached out to touch Song Ci's eyes.

Song Ci smiled slightly. She did not speak, and tilted her head, rubbing her cheek under Han Zhan's thumb.

Han Zhan suddenly said: "Porcelain treasure, I love you."

Song Ci was taken aback.

Having been married for so long, this seems to be the first time Han Zhan said I love you to her.

At the first moment when he heard this, Song Ci was not moved and delighted, but confused. "Han Zhan, tell me what happened." Song Ci looked like a Ma Daha, but in fact he was very careful. Han Zhan is really weird today. He must have encountered something today.

A man who almost never puts the word of love on his lips suddenly confessed, and he was definitely stimulated.

Han Zhan smiled, "Why can't anything escape your eyes?"

Song Ci was a little proud. She said, "I can read minds. Come on, what happened today?"

Han Zhan pondered slightly, and finally chose to tell the truth. "I was shot and killed today." Han Zhan's tone was quite flat, without any fluctuations in his eyes.

But when Song Ci heard the words ‘shoot to kill’, his rosy cheeks suddenly became pale.

"Are you shot?" As soon as Song Ci grasped Han Zhan's arm, she looked at Han Zhan's whole body eagerly and carefully, confirming that there were no blood stains on Han Zhan's body, and no traces of wounds bandaging. Song Ci mentioned her throat. The heart of the eye suddenly fell back to the real place.

"You are not injured." She looked scared.

There was a smile in Han Zhan's eyes. "I'm fine." Holding Song Ci into his arms, Han Zhan told her: "There was a piece of bulletproof glass in the office. I escaped a disaster. Don't worry."

"Have you caught the murderer?" Song Ci would not sleep well without catching the murderer.

"Remember the young man you met last time in Brunei?" Han Zhan stroked Song Ci's belly. He said, "He is the one who came to kill me today."

How could Song Ci not remember!

"Agen? Your half-brother?"

"Ok."

Song Ci didn’t know how deeply Arang hated Han Zhan. She asked Han Zhan, “Why did Arang suddenly do something to you? He hasn’t bothered you for so many years. It’s too sudden to make such a sudden act today. Up."

"I don't know this."

Han Zhan pointed to Song Ci's hand on the sofa and said, "The young man wearing a hat in the video you were watching just now is Ajan."

"what?"

Song Ci picked up the phone and watched the video again. After Han Zhanyi reminded him, after watching the young man in the video, Song Ci also felt that the young man's figure was indeed somewhat like that of the man from Brunei.

"Can't you catch him?" Song Ci hoped that Han Zhan could catch Arang to avoid future troubles.

Han Zhan shook his head, "Agen is a man trained by Edward. It is not easy to catch him."

Han Zhan saw that Song Ci’s brows had been frowning, and he was able to trap a mosquito. He held Song Ci’s face and smoothed the wrinkles on her face. Then he said, “Don’t worry about me, I have a copper wall and iron wall. Nothing will happen to the body."

"It's you, take care of yourself, don't run around recently." Han Zhan kissed Song Ci's lips and sighed: "Song Ci, your mother and daughter are safe, and I will feel at ease."

"Okay, I promise you that I will never go out recently." Song Ci is the best judge of the situation, knowing that Ajan is staring in the dark, she will never go out.

Staying with Grandpa is definitely the safest.

"Ok."

Han Zhan stood up, patted his wrinkled pants, and said, "What to eat, I'll make it for you."

"Look at what ingredients are in the refrigerator first."

"it is good."

Han Zhan was cooking, the setting sun was about to set, and the afterglow of the sun fell in the gaps between the leaves of the forest. The half-mountain villa was hidden in the light and shaded forest, filled with smoke and smoke.

Han Zhan set the table in the small garden, served the dishes, arranged the dishes, took off the apron and squatted in the vegetable garden to grow Chinese cabbage. Han Aoyu shouted: "Grandpa, we have dinner!"

Then he shouted to the house: "Porcelain Treasure, Uncle Zhong, we have dinner!"

Han Aoyu returned to the house with a hoe, washed his face, rubbed his hands clean with soap, and then came to the table. Seeing the table full of dishes, Han Aoyu chuckled. He said: "Today the sun has come out from the west, and your kid knows to cook."

Han Zhan escaped from the dead today, only to realize how negligent he was to his family because he was busy with work. Whether it is Song Ci in pregnancy, or grandfather whose body is getting weaker and weaker.

Han Zhan served Han Aoyu half a bowl of rice. He said, "I will rest on Saturday and weekend."

"Yo." Han Aoyu glanced at him, yin and yang mocking him strangely: "Aren't you busier than the president of the country on weekdays? Why are you free?" Every look in Han Aoyu's eyes and every word is full of dissatisfaction with Han Zhan.

Han Zhan knew he was wrong, and he did not refute it.

He poured himself a glass of boiled water, picked it up, apologized to Han Aoyu, and said, "I am not filial, I only know how to make money, and ignore the family. I punish myself for a cup." After that, Han Zhan raised his head with the glass of boiled water. Drink clean.

Han Aoyu turned his head proudly and said proudly: "I can forgive you..." Rubbing his hands, Han Aoyu was eager to try, he said, "Give me a bite!"

Han Zhan put down his tea cup and said, "Then you still don't forgive me."

Han Aoyu let out a hey, then murmured something about Han Zhan.

Song Ci watched the interaction between Han Zhan and Han Aoyu, with a slight smile on his face, but he knew what he did tonight and why. For the rest of his life, before the threat of death, he thought of home, and Xu felt guilty and unwilling to give up, so he made a table full of dishes and wanted to accompany her and his father.

Song Ci poured a cup of turtle chicken soup into the cup, and she said to Han Zhan, "Come on, Brother Han, let's make a cup."

"it is good."

Seeing that they were all toasting, Zhong Buhui poured himself a glass of water and also had a drink with Han Zhan.

After eating, Han Zhan and Han Aoyu lay side by side on the deck chairs in the garden. There are still mosquitoes in this season. Han Aoyu and Han Zhan each have a mosquito killer on their sides, but Han Zhan is naturally attracted to mosquitoes and was bitten.

He sat up, patted the mosquitoes and scratched.

Han Aoyu suddenly said: "I heard that you encountered a looting today."

Han Zhan pressed the mosquito bag on his arm with his hard nails, and said without raising his head: "Grandpa knows?" He thought he could hide it from Han Aoyu.

Han Aoyu snorted coldly, "It's weird if I don't know." Han Aoyu wanted to know one thing easily.

Han Zhan said, "It's Arang."

"Arang?" When Han Aoyu heard the name for the first time, feeling unfamiliar, he asked Han Zhan, "Who is Arang?" Hearing what Han Zhan meant, it was an acquaintance who wanted to kill him.

Han Zhan's expression was indifferent, and he preached: "Edward's other child, who always followed my **** when he was young, was very good-looking, but the courageous child. Grandpa, do you remember?"

Han Aoyu thought for a while before asking, "Is it the little boy who stood far away and watched me secretly?"

"Ok."

Han Aoyu couldn't remember the appearance of the child, and didn't know how he was related to Han Zhan, so he asked him, "You didn't fit when you were young?"

"We had a good relationship at that time. We had agreed that when we were grown up and we were strong enough, we would escape from that cage. But I was lucky and met Grandpa you. Ajan had no backing and no one thought of him. No one took him out of the sea of ​​suffering, and it became what he is now."

"Yeah." Han Aoyu didn't discuss this matter any more. He closed his eyes and hummed a piece of Peking opera. The old man Han is not complete, and a classic song came out of his mouth and completely changed his face. Han Zhan just didn't notice what he was singing.

Han Zhan quickly slipped away.

Sooner or later, the weather began to cool, and many of Song Ci's clothes were still in the duplex building. Before Han Zhan got off work the next day, Song Ci called him and asked him to go back and help her take a few pairs of flat shoes and early autumn clothes.

Han Zhan asked Long Yu to drive into the community. He pushed the door into the house and went straight upstairs. Han Zhan found a suitcase, put away the beautiful single shoes that Song Ci called for, took five or six sets of autumn clothes, folded them, and put them in the suitcase.

He was carrying the suitcase and was going to the door of the room.

Holding his hand on the doorknob, Han Zhan just pressed the doorknob, and a slight movement suddenly heard behind him. Han Zhan quickly turned around, raised his left foot at the same time, and kicked it out behind him!

That kick directly hit a solid chest.

"Huh!" A muffled hum followed.

Han Zhan looked at it, and saw a gray shadow taking two steps back quickly, his calf hitting the bedpost, which stabilized his figure.

The man raised his hand and touched the corner of his mouth before he stood up.

He suddenly raised his head, a pair of gray-blue eyes facing Han Zhan's eyes. The eyes of the two are exactly the same. The man had blond hair and blue eyes, and a small mole appeared between his lips and chin, making him look pretty and strange.

The man grinned at Han Zhan and said in a weird tone: "I thought you became a sick man after you retired from the army. I didn't expect that you were quite resistant."

Han Zhan stared at the young man without speaking.

After more than 20 years, this is the first time Han Zhan has seen Ajan again. The thin boy in my memory has really grown up, he is tall and handsome, and he can hardly find the half-familiar feeling from his childhood.

Only the little black mole, as always, has not changed.

Han Zhan loosened his suitcase and said, "Arang, long time no see."

Hearing this long-lost Agen, Alan was stunned, and then there was an expression of anger and anger on his face. "I'm not here to tell you the past!" Alan raised his fist again and rushed towards Han Zhan at the speed of light.

Menacing!

Alan's style of play is very messy, he has not learned orthodox kung fu, his style of play is all the skills learned in actual combat. Every trick and every style is a trick to kill people!

Alan fisted Han Zhan's heart.

With that fist hit, Han Zhan's heart won't break, and it will shake several times.

Han Zhan put his palm on his chest and took the punch with difficulty, his face changed slightly. With his other hand, he tightly grasped Alan's arm, used his head as a weapon, and slammed into Alan's head.

Alan wanted to loosen Han Zhan, but Han Zhan's hands were like iron pliers. Once he caught Alan, he would not loosen it again.

In the battle, Han Zhan never let go of any enemy, he will always find the enemy's most deadly weakness in the shortest time.

And Alan's shortcomings...

When Han Zhan's forehead hit Alan's nose, his right leg quickly lifted up and kicked Alan's left calf.

Loosing Alan's arm, Han Zhan buckled Alan's short hair, pulled his hair back against his scalp, and slammed it against the wall several times.

After bumping four or five times in a row, Han Zhan grabbed Alan's hair and asked him to raise his face to face himself.

Alan's forehead was bleeding, but there was a sordid smile on his face.

Alan's smile made Han Zhan extremely uncomfortable.

Han Zhan pressed Alan on the window sill again, he grabbed Alan's wrist with both hands, and pressed Alan's waist with his right knee, completely restricting Alan's movements.

While pressing Alan, Han Zhan used his right hand to press Alan’s face on the window sill. He leaned down and said to Alan’s ear: "Do you really think I know nothing about your infiltration? You didn’t find out, my house Is there surveillance everywhere?"

Alan scolded: "Are you a pervert? The room is equipped with surveillance!"

Han Zhan smiled and said, "Which of us is not a pervert?"

Alan said nothing.

Han Zhan stared at Alan's face, hesitating whether to kill him.

Alan saw the murderous intent and hesitation in Han Zhan’s eyes, but like a madman, he deliberately provoked Han Zhan: "Hough, if you don’t kill me, you will definitely kill the stinky lady of Song Ci in the future! Don’t forget. There are still two small ones in her belly!"

"I did it once, and got three lives and earned it!"

The little boy who once woke up at night vomiting because of hurting people, really turned into a murderous monster when he grew up.

Alan's words made Han Zhan murderous.

Han Zhan took out the dagger from his pocket and was about to pierce Alan's throat when he suddenly sensed something under his knee. Han Zhan looked at Alan's waist suspiciously. Through the thin cloth, Han Zhan saw the outline of a pistol.

Alan was still scolding Han Zhan fiercely: "Come on! I'll stab me to death! Back then, you abandoned me and went to the glory and wealth by yourself. You must be able to kill me now! What are you hesitating about, just let it through!"

"The hypocrisy is disgusting!"

Alan raised her neck and told Han Zhan thoughtfully: "Come on, poke at my neck, just poke the aorta here, and die the fastest!"

Han Zhan stared at Arang's angry face. After a while, he suddenly closed the knife and let go of Arang. Han Zhan took a step back, leaning against the wall, looking at Alan with complicated eyes.

Seeing Han Zhan suddenly stopped, Alan was stunned. He scolded and stood up, sitting on the window sill, and asked Han Zhan sneerly: "Why, dare you not kill me? You are so awkward."

Han Zhan played with the knife in his hand. The voice was not high, but not low. He said, "You didn't shoot me."

Alan's sly smile froze so **** her face. "What?" Alan pretended not to understand.

Han Zhan glanced at Alan's waist and reminded him: "You have a gun. Why didn't you shoot me?"

Alan's expression changed and his expression became arrogant and disdainful. He said, "To you, it's not worth my gun!"

Alan's expression was disgusting and fierce. This reminded Han Zhan of the cat that the old man raised many years ago. It looked mighty and domineering, but as soon as you poked it in the stomach, you would immediately hug it and raise it high.

Han Zhan suddenly laughed, "Arang, you are a good boy."

After being molested, Alan started to curse again: "Hof, son of a bitch, XX..." Alan cursed from English to Italian, then to German, and then came a Chinese sentence: "I am thirty years old. Good mother X!"

Han Zhan smirked. "You were bored when you were a kid, but now you are articulate."

Alanso shut up.

Han Zhan looked down and saw that Alan's left leg was twitching, unconsciously. But even though the calf was so painful that it was pumping, Alan's face was calm, as if he had not been injured.

He has learned to forbear, learn to break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

Han Zhan suddenly said, "Alan, leave Italy and live with me."

Alan stared at Han Zhan blankly, her eyes flushed slightly.

He rubbed his nose and turned his head to look at the view of the community outside the window. A few seconds later, he whispered: "Hove, people with broken bones can't be cured at all." The rotten bone is still missing a piece and will never grow again.

He has been fused with hell, he is born a ghost in hell, and death is a handful of ashes in hell.

He can't live without it.

He was already rotten there.

Upon hearing Alan's answer, Han Zhan felt uncomfortable. He once again thanked Han Aoyu for finding him, bringing him back, and carefully teaching him. Otherwise, Han Zhan will definitely grow into a person who is even more twisted and evil than Alan.

Han Zhan raised his hand and wanted to touch Alan's hair. Half of the hand stretched out, and finally he took it back.

Noting that Han Zhan's hand was dropped, Alan fell on the shoulder and said nothing.

Han Zhan suddenly asked Alan, "Arang, do you want to see your mother?"

This topic jumped a bit quickly, and Ajan did not keep up with Han Zhan's rhythm. Blinking his eyes, Alan was confused and asked, "My mother?"

Seeing that Alan seemed silly, Han Zhan smiled, and said, "Years ago, I investigated your mother's identity, and the investigation was finally clear the year before." Han Zhan told Alan: "The information is in my study. Go and bring it to you."

"Who wants it!" Alan opened his mouth when he refused, but the bottom of his **** seemed to be coated with glue and stuck to the window sill.

Han Zhan turned around and went to the study. He found the document.

The study opened a slit, and Han Zhan threw the document out of that slit. He closed the door, standing behind the door, listening. After a while, he heard a footstep coming out of his master bedroom.

He stopped when he reached the entrance of the study, and then went downstairs.

After a while, Han Zhan opened the door and saw that the ground was clean but the documents were missing.

-

Alan took the file and returned to the hotel.

He finished the shower and drank a glass of red wine before he calmed down and opened the document.

Gao Yunyun——

Female, born in 1969, now lives in Qinshui Town.

Thirty years ago, she was a female singer in Hong Kong City, and she retired in a low-key fashion five years after her debut. He is now married and has a daughter.

After investigation, Gao Yunyun became a female singer at the age of 18. She was given to partner Edward by her boss at a dinner at the age of 19. The two spent three days and two nights together. In 1989, Gao Yunyun gave birth in secret. Before the confinement, the child was picked up by someone sent by Edward...

After reading the document, Alan tightened her bathrobe and lay on the sofa, falling asleep restlessly.

...

The water town in the south of the Yangtze River is rainy in August and misty, like a fairyland imprisoned in the world.

Alan was wearing a crow green silk shirt and holding a hand-made black oiled paper umbrella with a crane painted on it. With blond hair and blue eyes, his facial features are deep and handsome, his thin and handsome figure shuttles on the smooth stone road, breaking the quiet Jiangnan town.

Suddenly a beautiful man came to this peaceful and graceful town, and soon he passed on ten to ten, spreading farther and farther.

This afternoon, the senior cram school of Qinshui Town Middle School was off.

After Zhong Linger got out of school, he walked to the gate of the school and saw his parents standing by the car, waiting for him to leave school. She ran to her mother in small steps, hugged her mother, and said coquettishly: "Mom, I miss you so much."

Her mother Gao Yunyun was about to laugh when she heard her daughter Zhong Linger say: "I really want to eat the cola chicken wings you made, fried rice cakes!"

Gao Yunyun shook her head helplessly, and took Zhong Linger's hand into the car. Gao's father followed their mother and daughter with a smile, looking upright and talkative. In the distance, a handsome young man was standing under a tree, looking at the car that was going away. In his eyes, the green hills and green waters of Jiangnan small town appeared, and the fog was shiny.

Zhong Linger sat in the car and said to Gao Yunyun: "Mom, they said that a handsome guy came in our town, who looks like a European and American star. Have you seen it? I will go to town for a holiday tomorrow. look."

When Dad Zhong heard his daughter mentioned a handsome guy, he panicked. How can a daughter fall in love when she is so young? "You will be three years old right away. Reading hard is a serious matter. Look at the handsome guy."

The solemn father stuck out his tongue, Zhong Linger took his mother's hand again, and said, "Does my mother let me see the handsome guy? I'll take a look, take a look, take a secret photo, and encourage me to study hard in the future. Only worthy of the super handsome guy."

"It's just that you have a lot of misunderstandings."

After returning home, when Zhong Linger fell asleep, Gao Yunyun took the shower and threw the clothes into the washing machine. She came to the living room to receive a glass of water, went to drink water behind the window, and when she lowered her head, she saw a tall young man standing in the yard.

The moon was shining brightly, and behind the man was covered in darkness.

The youth stood in the moonlight, beautiful as a crown, but sadness was shrouded in his body.

Gao Yunyun was taken aback.

They are all houses in the ancient town, exclusive single-family houses, and their yards are inside the courtyard gates.

The young man came in over the wall.

It is strange that Gao Yunyun calmed down only after the initial shock. Across the moonlight, Gao Yunyun and the young man looked at each other far away. When she returned to her senses, the young man had already left, and she was tearful for some reason.

The next morning, Gao Yunyun got up early, carrying a thermos pot to buy tofu flowers from the uncle Wang of Zhenkou. She was wearing a white cheongsam, embroidered shoes, and her waist was very narrow. She walked with a graceful figure. Many men were peeking at her.

She is a woman in her fifties, her temperament is still very elegant, her figure is also very delicate and meticulous, Lao Zhong is really blessed.

Gao Yunyun walked to Uncle Wang's shop and said, "Pack three servings of tofu."

"Okay, does Yunyun need fritters and Mayuan?"

"I want three." After a pause, Gao Yunyun said: "Give me some more rice cakes. I'll go home and fry it myself."

"okay!"

Uncle Wang was quick and fast, and soon prepared what Gao Yunyun needed.

Gao Yunyun was carrying things, and seeing light rain in the sky again, she opened an oil-paper umbrella and walked in the narrow and long alley. After walking for a while, Gao Yunyun saw a young man dressed in white and walked towards him.

Staring at the outline of the youth's facial features, Gao Yunyun stood there in panic.

"Be careful." The young man caught the rice cake that Gao Yunyun almost fell to the ground in her hand.

Gao Yunyun recovered and hurriedly thanked him: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The youth passed away.

The youth took five or six steps, and Gao Yunyun suddenly turned and stopped the youth. "Wait a minute, sir."

Alan paused, he slowly turned his head back and looked at Gao Yunyun.

"Sir, have you been following me these days?" Gao Yunyun had discovered the existence of the youth a long time ago. He always appeared by her side inadvertently these days and could not be ignored.

Alan suddenly took out a handkerchief from his pocket. The handkerchief was bought in an embroidery shop in the town, with a proud red plum embroidered on it. Alan handed the handkerchief to Gao Yunyun, and asked embarrassedly: "Are you Gao Yunyun?"

Gao Yunyun nodded, "I am."

Alan smiled and told Gao Yunyun: "Hello, I am your fan. I especially like your song "Yesterday I Don’t Come." Under the stunned gaze, he asked politely: "Can you sign me?"

Gao Yunyun was stunned. "Are you my fan?"

"Yes."

When Gao Yunyun was young, she was a small singer, but after not making a big name, she retired and married.

Gao Yunyun was flattered by a young and handsome foreign man who could still meet his fans after many years. There was a pen in her clutch. Gao Yunyun took the handkerchief in Alan's hand and signed her name on the counter of a nearby shop.

Alan looked at her signature, with a focused expression, and slowly lowered her head.

"Okay." Gao Yunyun handed the handkerchief to Alan.

Alan looked down and saw that the handkerchief read--

May you be safe and prosperous, worry-free forever, and live a long life-Gao Yunyun.

This is really not like an idol’s signature blessing to fans.

Alan took the handkerchief with both hands, not in a hurry to fold it up, but waiting for its writing to dry. Gao Yunyun looked at him for a while, and suddenly said: "Meeting is fate, sir, I will ask you to have breakfast."

Alan looked at her with a complicated expression.

Gao Yunyun explained: "I have been out of the circle for many years, and there are still people who can remember me. This is my honour. Sir, I want to treat you to breakfast. Would you like to show your face?"

Alan nodded because of a ghost.

They are sitting in a breakfast shop.

The Xiaolongbao in the small drawer grid is round and white, very cute, and it is delicious when you look at it.

Gao Yunyun used clean chopsticks to pick up a small dumpling and put it on the plate in front of Alan. "Sir, this Xiaolongbao tastes very delicious, it's even more delicious with some sauce."

Alan stared at the xiaolongbao. After a while, she picked up the xiaolongbao, dipped it with some sauce, and stuffed it into her mouth.

The rich scent of green meat, overflowing between the mouth.

Alan was chewing on Xiaolongbao, her eyes blurred suddenly.

Gao Yunyun stared at Qing Jun's beautiful man, also a little jealous. Eight of the drawers of Xiao Long Bao entered Alan's belly. After eating the steamed dumplings, Alan put down his chopsticks and wiped his lips gracefully with a tissue before slowly standing up and bending over to say goodbye.

"Thank you for the hospitality, Xiaolongbao is delicious."

Alan's eyelashes trembled, and then she said, "Then, Ms. Gao Yunyun, I will leave."

Alan was about to leave when Gao Yunyun was suddenly excited and squeezed Alan's wrist.

Alan froze.

He looked down at Gao Yunyun, without speaking.

Gao Yunyun realized that she was abrupt, and she quickly said: "I still have a gift to give you."

Alan asked softly: "What is it?"

Gao Yunyun opened her clutch bag and took out a jade pendant from it. She put the jade pendant into Alan's hand and said: "This is a pendant, worthless. I asked for it last time at the temple. It’s fate to be able to meet here. I have nothing else to give. You accept this jade pendant."

Gao Yunyun glanced at Alan deeply again, before carrying her things and picking up her bag, she walked out of the breakfast shop.

Alan watched Gao Yunyun disappear into the door of the breakfast shop, then he spread his palms and looked down at the small dragon jade pendant above.

Alan suddenly took out her phone and searched for a question on Baidu——

What was the Chinese zodiac sign in 1989?

Answer: Dragon.

Alan held the jade pendant and suddenly his eyes blurred.

He folded the handkerchief, put it in his pocket, and hung the jade pendant around his neck. Only then did he return to the bed and breakfast, quit the house, and left China. At the airport, Alan took his cell phone, sent a text message to Han Zhan, and left.

Naples International Airport was crowded with people, and Alan carried a small bag and got into an off-road vehicle.

The car went around the city for more than forty minutes, and finally stopped in front of a mansion. He got out of the car, kicked his hands in his pockets, and walked into the house.

Passing by the pool, seeing the man practicing in the pool in the morning, Alan stopped and yelled respectfully to the direction of the pool: "Cecilia, where's father?"

Cecilio got out of the pool, wearing only a pair of swimming trunks, his chest and abdominal muscles were very sharp, with two bullet wounds on it. He flicked his hair, and the water splashed everywhere, and the male look was fragrant.

Staring at Alan and taking a deep look, Cecilio suddenly asked, "Alan, who did you meet?"

Cecilio has eyes as sharp as an eagle. At a glance, he noticed the changes in Alan.

There are some unclear emotions on his body. That is their emotions, they shouldn't have it!

Alan's heart shuddered, and his face calmly replied: "The mission has failed."

Cecilio raised his eyebrows, and said without expression, "Go and get the crime yourself."

"Yes."

Naples is in southern Italy, near the Mediterranean Sea. The houses here are all Mediterranean standard architectural styles. Alan walked into a small building with white walls and red bricks. Hearing the movement, he took off his shoes and stepped on the wooden floor to the second floor.

A shirtless man with his back turned to Alan, sitting on the sofa in the second floor hall, was maintaining his favorite gun. Aside, a **** girl, holding a bottle of whiskey in her hand, knelt on the ground to pour him alcohol.

He assembled the gun and pressed the muzzle to the girl's chin.

The girl gave him a charming look, then opened her mouth and actively bit her gun.

The man sneered and pushed her down.

Alan was standing there, watching them mess around.

When everything was over, the girl dragged her weak body away, and the man picked up the bathrobe on the ground and put it on.

He stood up, turned around, showing a pair of majestic and cold faces. He is nearly sixty years old, but there are not many traces of years on the man's face. Coupled with the self-discipline of life, his figure and mental outlook look like a 40-year-old man.

Squinting those gray-blue eyes, Edward poured a glass of wine and handed it to Alan.

Alan caught the wine with both hands, but dared not drink it.

"I heard that your mission failed this time?" Edward was expressionless, but Alan's hand holding the wine glass was shaking gently. He nodded slightly, and said, "I'm sorry, father, it's me who neglected my duty."

Edward asked: "Why failed!"

Alan was silent for a moment before saying, "The lone wolf, it's Hough."

"That little beast!" Edward snorted coldly. He took the wine from Alan's hand and put it on the table. Touching the mouth of the cup, Edward suddenly turned around, raised his gun, and shot Alan!

The bullet penetrated into the abdomen and tore Alan's intestines.

Alan knelt down immediately, did not dare to say a word, did not dare to cover the wound with his hand.

Adhua walked over with the wine and poured the glass of whiskey directly on Alan's wound. The wound was washed away by wine, and the pain was suffocating.

Alan's face was distorted with pain, sweat was on his forehead, and his face was as white as a dead person in a funeral home coffin, but he still respectfully apologized: "...I'm sorry, I am incompetent."

"waste!"

Edward lifted his foot, crossed a pool of blood on the ground, and walked straight away.