Chapter 1384

He invited three people to talk in the hotel room.

Before entering, while everyone's attention was on Hu Hu, Kangxi stepped on Li Hua, who was about to get up, and his foot hit him in the chest.

Li Hua suddenly lay back and snorted. He was in a cold sweat. He covered his chest and looked at Kangxi inexplicably.

Kangxi's eyes were full of ferocity. He raised his chin and gave him a raised middle finger, which means he dares to beat his wife. That's the end. Then he ran back to her and put his arms around her.

There are also takeout food on the table. The aroma of the food makes Ryan salivate. Although the United States is a developed country, it is inferior to China in terms of food. Anyone who has played Facebook knows that the three meals baked by Westerners are simply unbearable. How can Chinese food be so rich.

Ryan's eyes are shining, looking forward to Hu Hu.

Pang Pang thinks this scene is really familiar. In the past, when she was in the FBI, as long as she went to work with a bento, at noon, Ryan would try every means to squeeze into her office and ask for a share. After so many years, this habit has not changed at all.

"This dish is not very delicious..." he felt it necessary to remind him.

Although Chinese food is broad and profound, it has good and bad taste. It's cheap but not good.

Ryan didn't pay any attention to her reminder. His eyes were staring at the food on the table like a high-voltage electric current.

Food is a kind of creature that has no national boundaries.

He handed him the unused disposable chopsticks and said, "eat it!"

"Oh yeah!" Ryan was so happy that he sat down, broke off his chopsticks and picked up the bowl.

Kangxi frowned and said in his ear, "is this guy a hungry ghost

"He was a child who grew up in an orphanage. When he was a child, he often didn't have enough to eat. When he grew up, he became such a virtue." Only those who have experienced poverty and hunger will know the true meaning of food. They will not only cherish food, but also never find it difficult to eat bad food.

Li Hua covered his chest and hobbled into the room. Kangxi's foot was strong. It hurt so much that he lay on the ground for several minutes before he got up.

"Sit down!"

He pointed to the other two wooden chairs.

Danas is a football player with a strong physique. Once he sits down, the chair looks very small. People can't help worrying about whether the chair will collapse.

Li Hua sat on the other side, his hands still rubbing his chest.

What's the purpose of your undercover OK club? And who is she? " When eavesdropping, she listened very carefully. She heard that they mentioned a "she". I believe this must be the reason for Li Hua's undercover work.

"She's my sister!"

"Sister?"

"Yes Li Hua's eyes were filled with grief. "She disappeared seven years ago."

"Missing in the OK club?"

Li Hua nodded, if not, he would not go to the OK Club undercover.

"Since you are Chinese American, so your sister should be. How can you get involved in OK club?" As far as she knows, OK club has not been extended to foreign countries, only in the domestic operation.

"No, my sister is Chinese. She hasn't even been to America."

He had a hunch that the thing was not simple. "It seems that this is quite a long story..."

Li Hua said: "when I was 7 years old, my parents divorced because of emotional discord. My sister was 4 years younger than me. The court awarded her to my mother and me to my father. Since then, we have been separated from each other. When I was 8 years old, my father got a legacy and took me to immigrate to the United States. He became an American citizen. He was a man with a bad temper, Life in the United States is not smooth, so I became a vent. Once, when he beat me, he was found by his neighbor, so the neighbor called the police. Although he still had a bad life, he didn't dare to beat me again, so he didn't have to be arrested by the police. Just because he couldn't find a way to vent, he fell in love with drinking and got drunk all day. When I was 12 years old, he died of alcoholism, I was sent to a welfare home and lived a foster life. When I was 18 years old, I joined the army and became a member of the Marine Corps. After the military service, I joined the FBI. Through the way of the FBI, I found my sister. When I found her, my mother died of illness and she lived alone in the house where we used to live. I wanted to take her to the United States to live together, but she refused. "