Chapter 212

The sun came out.

The sun on the sixth day of the lunar new year, even if it only shows a small half of its face, looks so red and lovely.

And cute, like a girl's face.

Fang Yuan still likes this kind of sun. If Han Bin didn't look forward to him as if he were a bachelor looking forward to a widow in the remote western region, he would definitely move a chair and sit under the window to watch the sunrise.

Who says you have to go to the seaside or the top of the mountain to see the sunrise?

People who know life can enjoy the beauty of sunrise wherever they are.

It represents rebirth and vitality.

Of course, it may also represent trouble.

Because Fang Yuan is about to leave King Tang at sunrise to find trouble in tahiko.

After deducting the goat's phone in the early morning, Fang Yuan forced himself to sleep sweetly with the fastest speed - this may be the only way to sleep safely before saving Han Bin. Of course, we have to cherish it.

At about 2:30 this morning, Chen Wanyue still came.

When she got into the square quilt this time, she didn't wear anything, and her body was not as cold, warm and smoother as that night, just like a boiled and peeled egg.

As if she knew that Mr. Fang wanted to have a good rest, Chen Wanyue got into his bed and just slept with him without doing anything. She didn't leave until 5:30 in the morning.

Before leaving, he kissed her gently on her mouth, just like a wife who left home to go to the morning shift to kiss her husband goodbye.

Subconsciously raised his hand, touched his lips and sniffed under his nose, as if he could smell Chen Wanyue's aroma.

Just like going out for breakfast at ordinary times, Fang Yuan walked out of the house leisurely in his yesterday clothes and came to the entrance of the Hutong.

On the roadside opposite the entrance of the alley, I listened to a large black cross-country car with white wind and frost on the body.

The old fourth uncle, who had changed his attitude towards life since the second day of the new year, saw the car at just over six in the morning along the river bank.

At that time, he also took a look inside. After all, such an advanced car almost never appeared in the old city.

Even if it appears, it is impossible to stop at the roadside.

The old fourth uncle felt that if he owned such a car, his little daughter-in-law would be happy. She would even sleep in the car at night. Even if she didn't want him, she had to wipe the car spotless at any time.

How could this fancy car get so dirty?

It's a sin.

The old fourth uncle who ran back from the stone bridge sighed with regret when he saw that the car was still parked in front.

Then he saw the square.

I don't know why, now the fourth uncle has a sense of closeness when he sees the square -- maybe it's related to dealing with a gorgeous ghost together with the man and the son?

Hey, man, come out so early and do morning exercises?

The old fourth uncle opened his mouth and was about to say hello to Fang Yuan, but he saw him go to the car, open the door and sit in.

The fourth uncle was stunned: scared, is the door open?

What's this guy doing, stealing a car?

Before he could figure out what was going on, Fang Yuan started the car, roared down the sidewalk and rushed to the slate bridge, ignoring the old fourth uncle.

In fact, it's not that Fang Yuan doesn't want to say hello to him. It's because old fourth uncle is wearing a wool hat on his head and a big mask on his face.

The car drove off the stone bridge in the old city, came to the new city, and sped along the No. 1 road to the airport.

On the co driver's seat, there are visa passports and air tickets for tahiko.

Everything, including the car, was prepared for Fangyuan by the goat far away in the Pearl before dawn -- what Fangyuan needed most at that time was rest, and these trivial things could only be left to him.

This makes Fang Yuan feel very cordial, because when the three brothers wandered the Jianghu four years ago, the goat was specially responsible for stepping on the spot and logistics.

In fact, up to now, Fang Yuan doesn't know the real strength of goats.

That old thing is like an impenetrable book.

But it's not important. What's important is that no matter what Fang Yuan needs, he can take out the best things at the fastest speed.

It takes less than an hour from the old city to Tangwang airport.

On the morning of the Chinese new year, there are not too many cars on the road, which can make the Land Rover give full play to its best state and roar forward like an arrow.

Soon, I came to Tangwang airport.

It's less than 15 minutes before the flight takes off.

Fang Yuan has spent as much time as possible on a good rest, just like doing a big case in the past.

Just like there are not many vehicles on the road, there are not many people in the waiting hall on the sixth day of the lunar new year.

Fang Yuan lifted up the leather curtain and walked into the waiting hall. He stopped a little. He looked up at the LCD screen. A gentle prompt from the airport ground service beauty came to his ears to remind passengers to get ready for boarding. The flight to Heilong Province will take off soon. It is at gate 3.

The destination of this flight is the capital of Heilong Province. It will settle in Beijing and continue to take off in up to ten minutes.

Most of the 30 or 40 people who came by plane early in the morning went to Beijing.

With the euphemism of the aviation logistics beauty, those passengers sitting in chairs playing with their mobile phones stood up one after another and walked to gate 3 with their backpacks.

Few people like Fang Yuan, with empty hands and a pair of clothes for going out for an outing.

Relying on his long legs and no luggage, Mr. Fang, the last one to enter the waiting hall, ranked fifth at the boarding gate.

He was supposed to be the sixth -- a girl in a white down jacket, a big mask on her face and a white line hat. He rubbed her shoulder gently and was pulled to the back: what can you see standing behind you in such thick clothes?

I didn't see the fourth ranked young woman. She was wearing a small black skirt, meat stockings and a big neck. It was convenient for brother Fang to stand behind. As long as he tilted his feet a little, he could see the scenery in the front collar?

It seemed that she knew that she was so conservative and was not liked by brother Fang, so the girl just glared at him, but didn't say anything. She stood behind him honestly.

Before Fangge boarded the plane, he had seen three, four, five, six, seven, eight eyes in the young woman's collar. When he boarded the gangway, he saw that it was a red T-shaped inside under her little black skirt.

In good conscience, young women are not so outstanding. Compared with them, they are in a poor state.

However, people wear sexy clothes, and it seems that they also enjoy the feeling of being peeped by brother Fang (otherwise, when she boarded the gangway, the range of leg lifting is not so exaggerated). It would be good if she could take a plane like a crowded bus. I believe they have to sit up together.

Unfortunately, the sexy little woman is an economy class ticket.

The goat, an old man, has always had a poor and fastidious problem: isn't it necessary to book first class every time?

There are also airlines. What nonsense first class and economy class are just a piece of rag hanging in the middle, blocking brother Fang's eyes with the beautiful young woman.

In the future, I have to give the airline a suggestion. First class tickets must not be sold to such people. What is it? It looks like a flower and smiles at his friends -- when Mr. Fang reluctantly turned around, a bearded sweat in the back seat smiled at him out of courtesy.

This made brother Fang more boring. After returning to a gentle smile, he turned his head and looked out of the porthole: the scenery outside was much better than those passengers in first class.

Someone sat outside, with a trace of familiar aroma.

Subconsciously, Fang Yuan looked back: it was the girl who was picked aside by his shoulder at the boarding gate.

Her seat is next to brother Fang.

Alas, what a haunting brain cripple.

When Fang Yuan sighed in his heart, he already knew who the girl was.

Who else can a girl with such thick clothes and fragrance, except Xia Xiaoyun?

I really thought she covered herself so tightly that brother Fang couldn't recognize her?

At the boarding gate, brother Fang paid all his attention to the little young woman in front of him.

Although from the bottom of my heart, I don't want to have any contact with this brain cripple at all, due to politeness, Fang Yuan still greeted with a friendly smile: "do you also take a plane?"

Xia Xiaoyun didn't even look at him, but nodded faintly.

"Where are you going?"

When Fang Yuan asked this sentence, he wanted to give himself a mouth.

It's not because he knows where Xia Xiaoyun is going. Asking this sentence is nonsense, but because he hates himself: people obviously ignore you. You're so shy that you say hello. Isn't it cheap?

Xia Xiaoyun spoke this time. Her voice was colder than the air outside: "who are you? Where am I going? What do you care?"

Fang Yuan slapped his mouth, didn't say anything, turned his head and looked out of the side window again.

He really had nothing to say: Xia Xiaoyun knew that tahiko was in a bad situation (and she must know that Han Bin had an accident). Even if she went there, she shouldn't go alone.

Does she think that by virtue of being beautiful, tahiko's brothers who engage in terrorist acts dare not do anything to her?

If she goes there alone, it's ok if she knows how to keep a low profile. If she cries all over the street, she is the boss of Shentong international logistics and comes to rescue her subordinates kidnapped by terrorists. It's estimated that she may not be killed, but she is likely to be treated as a stronghold lady.

No way, who makes her pure, beautiful and lovely?

You know, Chinese beautiful girls are very popular in the eyes of those old Eastern European maozi who are smelly all over.

Since she wanted to die on purpose, brother Fang really couldn't find a reason to persuade her to go home.

In fact, if she died in tahiko, at least she won't have to worry me anymore - Fang Yuan was startled by the idea from the bottom of his heart: when did I become so cold-blooded? Just because I hate her, I hope she dies.

Under the pressure of donkey, who is always reluctant to clean brother Fang's conscience, Fang Yuan sighed again, turned to Xia Xiaoyun who took off his mask and said seriously, "it's very dangerous there. You'd better not go."

Xia Xiaoyun didn't sneer at him again this time. She even smiled politely: "it's really dangerous?"

"Really."

"Will I die?"

"Not necessarily, but if you are known by those people, the end will be more terrible than death."

"How terrible?"

"It's terrible you can't think of."

"After being caught by those terrorists, the round woman did it?"

Xia Xiaoyun thought seriously and asked.

"You're such a beautiful girl. Don't say such unqualified words in the future."

After a word of persuasion, Fang Yuan said, "that's almost what it means."

"That's what I'm looking forward to."

Xia Xiaoyun looked at Fang Yuan and did not hide her deep hatred in her eyes: "you should bear all the responsibility for the harm I have suffered!"