Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Chapter 497
This person has appeared in Du Weiguo's mind countless times when he dreamed back at midnight, and he is definitely the person he wants to see the most, not one of them!

"Molan!"

At this time, she was wearing a black night combat uniform, hiding in an alley about 200 meters away from Mr. Tang's house.

Like a big black cat, she was squatting on a branch of a big tree, using a telescope to look around vigilantly, as if she was looking for something.

Du Weiguo's heart was agitated at this moment, and he lost his mind for an instant. His brain went blank for about 3 seconds, and after that, his figure suddenly disappeared in place.

Moran was concentrating on monitoring the plants and trees around Mr. Tang's house through a telescope, carefully searching for someone's figure.

Suddenly, there was a warning sign in her heart, she reacted quickly, and immediately dropped the binoculars in her hand, turned her left arm to elbow, and at the same time touched her back with her right hand, ready to draw a gun.

To be honest, even Du Weiguo was a little surprised by her quick reaction and fierce counterattack, but facing Du Weiguo who used the flashing skill, everything was useless.

In the blink of an eye, the back of her neck was hit hard, her eyes went dark, and she lost consciousness without saying a word.

When Moran regained consciousness again, she was lying on a comfortable leather couch, and she didn't open her eyes immediately.

He didn't move rashly or make any noise, but lay motionless in place, sensing his situation.

Fortunately, her hands and feet were not bound in any way, except for a slight pain in the back of her head and neck, everything else was normal.

This is an unfamiliar environment. The environment here is very clean. There is no peculiar smell in the room. Instead, there is a faint fragrance of grass and trees. The owner of the house is a tasteful person or rich or expensive.

The lights in the room should not have been turned on, and it was pitch black everywhere, and even if you opened your eyes, you couldn't see anything.

Moran opened his eyes. Sure enough, the room was pitch black with the curtains drawn, but Moran was no ordinary person.

Although she couldn't see it, she still felt very keenly that there was someone else in this room besides her.

She sat up slowly at this time, and gently stroked the back of her head that was aching slightly. As her thoughts turned sharply, Moran suddenly asked with a trembling tone:

"Du Weiguo, is that you?"

"Stab!"

There was a soft sound, which was the sound of a match being struck. With the help of the faint light of the match, Moran could see clearly Du Weiguo's flickering face covered by the fire in an instant.

Still so stern and handsome, but his expression is as cold as frost now, without even a trace of tenderness in the past. After Du Weiguo lit the cigarette, he shook out the match.

The room was once again plunged into darkness like ink, and he spoke in a cold and hoarse tone, like ten thousand years of ice:
"Where is Zhao Yingnan?"

Upon hearing this, Moran could no longer restrain the feeling of grievance in her heart, and her tears fell down uncontrollably in an instant.

She clenched her teeth tightly, and even bit her lip. There was a smell of blood in her mouth, and she reached out and wiped away her tears fiercely.

Taking a deep breath, snorted coldly, tried his best to put on a cold voice and said:

"Zhao Yingnan, heh, she was killed by me, she was killed after leaving the country smoothly, and died in the thick jungle on the border of Myanmar.

By now, there must be no bones left, no bones and dregs left, Du Weiguo, you don't have to worry about it! "

Du Weiguo let out a long breath of smoke at this time, a huge stone in his heart finally fell to the ground, he saw Moran crying, and from her desperate eyes and death-seeking tone.

Du Weiguo has clearly judged that Zhao Yingnan must be safe and sound, and Moran probably felt desperate because he asked Zhao Yingnan the first sentence.

A will to die was born.

No one continued to speak, and the room fell into dead silence. Du Weiguo took a puff of cigarette and stroked his chin.

He recalled Moran's performance outside Mr. Tang's villa just now.

She should not have been monitoring Mr. Tang at the time, the distance of more than 200 meters was too far.If any situation arises, it is impossible to respond in time at the first time.

So she and the group of Mr. Tang under house arrest should not be in the same group. On the contrary, Moran was guarding against them. Her performance at that time.

She must be looking for someone. As for who she is looking for, it goes without saying that it must be herself.

In fact, everything made sense. Since she was on Hong Kong Island, Moran was originally a top expert on the hidden front, so her sensitivity was naturally extremely high.

Through the Jianghu hunting order, she can tell that this is Du Weiguo, and combined with the news of Mr. Tang's arrival in Hong Kong in the newspaper, it is not difficult to judge Du Weiguo's real purpose at all.

If she had already taken the opportunity to break away from the other party's organization, she would naturally be afraid to avoid those secret agents, but she still came to find herself, and she definitely wanted to help.

After figuring out all the joints, the ice in Du Weiguo's heart melted, and it was hard to bear the grace of the beauty. Although he and Moran had different positions and were naturally hostile, Moran never hurt him!
"Mo Lan, were you looking for me just now?"

Moran's eye circles were red again, but she was very stubborn, or rather arrogant, her voice was cold and hard, implying unconcealable sorrow:
"No, I was spying on Mr. Tang at the time, I'm the Secret Service!"

Du Weiguo could see her expression clearly, and he sighed silently. At this moment, his tone became less harsh:

"Mo Lan, how long have you been here on Hong Kong Island?"

But at this moment, Moran just lowered his head, weeping silently, and did not continue to speak.

It would be better if her heart is ashamed, she has no intention of speaking now, she just wants to die in Du Weiguo's hands as soon as possible, and it's over!
At this time, Du Weiguo suddenly extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, stood up abruptly, and strode to Moran's side.

In the darkness, Du Weiguo's cold and hard hands, like a vice, grabbed her neck severely.

After all, it was the wrong payment!

Tears fell on Du Weiguo's hands, and Moran didn't even have a trace of resistance, just closed his eyes and waited to die.

But the imaginary suffocation and severe pain did not come, but her mouth was blocked by warm lips with a trace of tobacco and familiar smell.

Moran's eyes widened suddenly, and her brain buzzed instantly, and she lost focus for a moment, but she quickly responded violently.

The charming atmosphere soon permeated the entire room, and the ecstasy voice soon filled the small villa.

A night of fish and dragon dance!

I haven’t omitted the number of words for a long time. We reunited after a long absence, and we are naturally lingering. We will omit 3 words below~
It was already dawn, and on the big bed in the master bedroom on the second floor of the small villa, Moran was curled up tightly in Du Weiguo's arms like a kitten.

There were still obvious tear stains on her face, and she was gently drawing circles on Du Weiguo's chest with her fingers, which was her favorite action all the time.

Moran's voice was already hoarse, probably because she yelled a little too hard just now, matching her tone, it seemed even more lazy and seductive:

"Du Weiguo, I took your woman away, and I'm still your enemy, why don't you kill me? Are you reluctant?"

The corner of Du Weiguo's mouth slightly raised, rubbing her smooth shoulders, without even opening his eyes, he just said lazily:

"Yes, I am really reluctant."

Upon hearing these words, Moran immediately broke her defenses and was inexplicably moved. She felt that everything before was worth it, and tears rolled down her eyes unconsciously.

She cried again, this was definitely the day she cried the most in her adult life, and the tears flowed onto Du Weiguo's shoulders, cold and cold.

Du Weiguo opened his eyes, glanced at her, reached out and patted her smooth back, his tone was still lazy:
"Mo Lan, why are you crying? This is the best ending now, you have left that damned organization, and we are no longer enemies!"

Moran rubbed his head on Du Weiguo's shoulder, wiped away his tears, and then bit down hard.

She sipped very fiercely, Du Weiguo's arm suddenly felt a piercing pain, and blood flowed down the corner of Moran's mouth.

But Du Weiguo just frowned, and endured it, neither dodging nor pushing her away, and Moran let go.

She licked the blood from the corner of her mouth, with tears in her eyes, looked at the bloody imprint on Du Weiguo's arm, and asked in a tone of hatred:
"Why don't you hide?"

Du Weiguo looked at Moran, who was pear-blossoming and rainy, with gentle eyes, and reached out to help her wipe away her tears, with a gentle tone:
"What I owe you, this is my repayment!"

Mo Lan softened in an instant, she had been completely controlled by Du Weiguo, and she had no resistance at all, but she pondered for a while, and asked in a faint voice:
"What about Zhao Yingnan? What about her? She is on Hong Kong Island now, do you want to see her?"

Hearing this, Du Weiguo's eyes flashed a complex expression, he also pondered for a moment, and asked softly:

"She, does she also know that I came to Hong Kong Island?"

Moran gave him an angry look, and nodded helplessly:
"She must know! Boss, you made such a big commotion on Hong Kong Island, it's earth-shattering! Your hunting orders have been plastered all over the streets and alleys of Hong Kong Island, how could she not recognize it?"

"Phew, my situation this time is very special, so I won't see her for now, as long as I know she's safe and sound now."

Du Weiguo frowned, sighed softly, turned over and sat up, picked up a cigarette from the bedside, lit it, and let out a long breath.

Moran took the cigarette from his hand and took a sip. Du Weiguo reached out and stroked her somewhat messy long hair:
"Why are you still smoking?"

"Du Weiguo, I really miss you so much! For such a long time, I can only survive by relying on photos and cigarettes!"

Moran said without hesitation that among the women in Du Weiguo's life, she has always been the most calm, passionate, and direct when it comes to expressing emotions.

At this time, Du Weiguo was stroking her smooth long hair with complicated emotions, and his slender fingers ran through the shiny black hair, his movements were gentle and gentle.

Moran has been completely intoxicated by the tenderness at this moment, this is a scene that only appears in her dreams, she feels that everything is worth it, and she has no regrets.

"Mo Lan, how do you live on Hong Kong Island now? Have you encountered any difficulties?"

When Du Weiguo asked such a question abruptly, Moran exhaled smoke and gave him a meaningful look.

She smiled, handed back the cigarette in her hand to Du Weiguo, and found a comfortable angle to lean against him again.

Moran's voice has returned to its previous laziness and charm, with a coquettish tone:
"I used to have some savings in overseas banks, and I used the money to buy a small villa in Central. I didn't do anything for the time being, just sit and eat.

Besides, the world is so chaotic, I am a woman, and it is not easy to show my face all day long, and I still can't show my face in a big way, after all~"

She didn't continue to talk, but Du Weiguo naturally understood that here, the organization she originally belonged to was very active.

She must not be exposed too much. Once she is targeted, she will inevitably lead to a disaster of death and endless troubles.

Du Weiguo gently stroked her cheeks with his fingers. She has lost some weight now, but she is still beautiful and coquettish, not like a real person.

Du Weiguo stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand, and his tone suddenly changed:
"Mo Lan, are you short of money now? Also, do you have any enemies on Hong Kong Island?"

Hearing this, Moran's eyes lit up immediately, she turned over and sat up, not caring at all about her appearance, she asked teasingly:

"Why are you asking this? Du Weiguo, do you want to support me?"

Du Weiguo also laughed, he took Moran back into his arms, and hit her on the butt twice:

"What? I, Du Yanwang, can't afford to support you?"

At noon, Moran, who was radiant and satisfied, smiled like a little fox, and left the small villa with a calfskin travel bag in his hand.

At 3 o'clock in the afternoon that day, Uncle Wen, who was eating afternoon tea at Wenji Tea Restaurant in Sham Shui Po, and Liansheng, and his four confidantes.

When they were attacked by masked gunmen, all five people were shot at close range by AK automatic rifles, and they were directly beaten into a hornet's nest. The scene was horrible.

At 5 o'clock in the afternoon, Ji Gongde, the leader of the plainclothes team in Sheung Wan, and his men were also attacked when they were distributing illegal money in a sauna.

The gangsters stole more than 40 yuan in black money, and Ji Gongde and his men were not spared either.

At 6 o'clock in the evening, when the foreign police chief, Smith Dale, brought the Chinese chief detective Lei Luo to the scene of the crime.

In the face of a super-long-distance sniper attack, Smithdale was headshot on the spot, and Lei Luo was spattered with brains and blood all over his head and face.

At 7 o'clock that night, in a high-end apartment building in Tsim Sha Tsui, six businessmen from a certain island died inexplicably in the apartment.

At 7:30, in Moran's quiet villa, she gently put down the phone in her hand, and the corners of her mouth curled into a breathtaking arc.

After lighting a cigarette, Moran walked slowly to the window, looked at the bright moon outside the window, and murmured in an almost chant tone:
"It turns out that the unscrupulous King Du Yan is so sharp and terrifying! Now the entire Hong Kong Island, both black and white are trembling.

Hehe, he really deserves to be the man I fancy. He is decisive and fierce. I, Moran, is now being raised by someone! "

(End of this chapter)