Kiss You, Sweetheart

Sobbed: "Mo Chong, I hate you. Do you pretend you don't know me? Where have you been these years? Where have you been. "

Poor man, a hard iron, was entangled by a crying ghost, the body soft paste on him, like never felt this soft, the man a little at a loss to slip the throat.

A pair of hands, pitifully do not know where to put, want to hold thin grace, but dare not, had to raise high, like surrender, mouth smile a little dry: "little sister, do you recognize the wrong person?"

"The wrong person?" Bo en en raised his head, crossed his arm, wiped away the tears on his face, and looked at the man's face which had faded away from childishness firmly. He said in a Benedict voice, "don't rush, even if you turn to ashes, I know you.

Although you are not as green as you were four years ago, you are you, not others. Have you lost your memory or something? I'm Bo en en. You said you wanted to protect en en for a lifetime. Didn't you just say you were familiar with me? "

"Well." The man's expression changed a little. "When I said that just now, you said I was soaking you. Now can I think you are soaking me?"

Bo en en

Just as he couldn't laugh or cry, the man's expression suddenly changed. He took Bo en's hand and ran towards a big tree not far away. He squatted down and hid himself.

Someone said, "look for it separately."

It's a deep and sharp voice, speaking a language Bo en can't understand, but it makes people feel cold, not like a good man.

Through the leaves, she saw two tall foreign men, dressed in black, patrolling in the woods with a cold face.

"For you?" Bo en Qi language.

The man's expression is cold, and he looks like a stranger. It's quite different from the way he joked with Bo en just now. At this time, he is really a bit like a legendary killer.

"Don't come out." The man told a low, then stood up, toward the two men.

Bo en squatted under the tree and watched what the three men were saying. It was obvious that they knew each other. Three tall men standing there, there is a sense of force.

"Are you ok?"

The man nodded: "suffered a little skin trauma."

"Well, it's j38 who tampered with your umbrella bag, which has been solved by us on the plane." One of the tallest foreign men whispered, "this is the tail of your last mission.

J168, you can't take it lightly this time. Any negligence will be fatal to you. "

"Well." The man answered deeply.

"You need to know about s city first. In a few days, the organization will give you the information of the target and your weapons."

"Yes."

"Let's go first." The foreign man said, throwing a small backpack to the man who looked like Mo Chong, "put on your clothes."

His clothes were snagged by the branches when they fell down.

Bo en watched the two men leave, then slowly stood up. She looked at gradually approaching, like a man, eyes deep.

If those two men are not good people, don't rush She thought of those extraordinary people he was carrying with her, and her heart ached: "Mo Chong, what have you been through?"

The man looked at the light of heartache in Bo en en's eyes, and his heart felt as if it had been gently poked by something, and the little one was soft,

the man's heart was soft