President love his wife ardently

Since the failure of Yu Gu's love, she has no fantasy about love.

She finally recaptured her family property and sent the scum to prison. Since then, she has been more careful with men, especially strange men. She is full of precautions.

In this life, as long as her parents are in good health, her life is flat and light, and she is already happy.

But today, why is she so strange?

Sichen looked at the back of the blonde man, clearly he was still an international mercenary, but how could she easily agree to him and run to the top of the mountain alone with him?

Fortunately, the blonde man didn't exaggerate. The place he found was really beautiful and suitable for watercolor.

The man stood on the edge of the cliff and looked down from the top. The wind blew his hair and the sun covered him lightly. It was like flying in the wind. It was quite natural and amazing.

Si Chen almost wanted to take out this scene.

"Isn't it beautiful here?"

The man suddenly turned back, the beautiful eyes full of smile, gently looking at her.

He didn't know that he was not much better than the autumn festival.

Si Chen's heart moved, lightly nodded, subconsciously blurted out.

"You're good, too."

The man's smile converged, a pair of good-looking blue eyes also stare at her, stunned for a few seconds, meaningful question.

"What did you say?"

Only then did he realize that his face was red with embarrassment.

Bad, how to think of things in the heart, so straightforward to say it out?!!

Si Chen, Si Chen, when are you so colored!

"Nothing!"

She quickly disguised the denial and took out the easel to fiddle with.

"Thank you for the scenery. I'll start now. If you feel bored, you can...

" no, I'll be with you. "

Before she finished speaking, the man strode towards her and helped her set up the easel.

"At this point in time, the light is just right. You draw slowly, and I'm just going to sleep."

Vincent smiles at her, and the smile is a little iron and simple. When this idea comes to his mind, he smiles.

He is an international mercenary. He lives a life of cutting edge and licking blood. The words "simple" and "simple" will never touch him.

She shook her head ironically, then took out the paint and brush, focused on watercolor painting, and Vincent directly jumped onto a big tree beside her, found a comfortable position and put on sunglasses to sleep.

And in the dream, he seems to return to that boundless dark past.

Endless pursuit, and endless escape, his body is always new and old wounds, bloody smell is his only smell, has been wandering, as if there is no end.

In the dream, he was running wildly with his life, and behind him was a barrage of bullets.

"Don't run! Vincent

"Stop, the traitor's end is death!"

"Vincent, you know too much. Go and see God."

No matter how hard he ran, those people were getting closer and closer to him. Suddenly, a cold, dark muzzle of a gun aimed directly at him. He heard the sound of the trigger!

The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes, sweating his back.

He sat up vigilantly. Subconsciously, he had to take out the gun at his waist. Only then did he realize that it was just a dream.

At the moment, he is on a hill in China. He is very quiet. His eyes are full of red and yellow maple leaves.