This is where most agents belong.
Some may enter the political arena, or be promoted to a high position and stay in this industry forever, some will be disarmed and retired, and most of the people will not die well and have no bones.
Those who dare to go straight home like Xu Haiqi are among the few after all. The Xu family was originally a gray family who grew up with black eating black, and he was fearless.
But on the contrary, Rongjia is too clean.
"But Mrs. Rong misses her daughter very much," Hong Yuche said in a low voice, "Children are always chic and free, but mothers have heavy hearts."
"Okay," He Yi interrupted him, she patted the little yellow cat on the back, "Orange, go play."
The little yellow cat dropped to the ground lightly and stepped out proudly.
"You take a good rest." Hong Yuche was also ready to get up.
It was preparation, but he also knew that it would be impossible for him to be as light and proud as an orange.
But, what right does he have to ask her again?
Tonight, he has to thank Duma. It was the fool who pushed KIKI to his side. She was willing to admit her identity to him, which surprised him enough.
But he quickly understood that tonight he should not only thank Duma, but also kneel down and call him a benefactor.
Just when he was about to get up, He Yi suddenly grabbed his sleeve.
"Frankly speaking," she suddenly leaned forward and leaned against him again, "everybody who knows that I am a woman is basically...dead, so..."
Hong Yuche felt the killing intent before he even felt the slightest enchantment in his heart.
"You want my life, just take it." He stared at her, but he could see petting in his eyes faintly, "Somehow, when I died, you were by my side."
He saw He Yi laugh.
That smile instantly brought him back to the street of Al Fata six years ago, and the breeze blew the girl's hair.
She whispered in his ear, "I will go to that town for a while during summer vacation..."
In a blink of an eye, after six years, she seemed to have crossed time and space, and suddenly came to him, giving him such a temptation.
"Don't give me hope anymore." He suddenly grabbed her shoulders, "KIKI, the six years without you, that kind of pain... If I choose, I will die in your hands now, or just stand by you. Separate, I choose the former."
After talking about what he thought was very deterrent, he saw He Yi smile more softly and playfully.
"Separation is inevitable," she blew into his ear, "but I will give you a present tonight."
After this sentence, she in turn grabbed his shoulder and pressed him down.
Hong Yuche felt that he had become a puppet at the mercy of others...
She sat on him, slowly unzipping his clothes with her bare hands, and sliding her fingertips down his apple.
"I hope that Shao Che will be satisfied with this gift."
The last sanity stayed in her sweet smile.
...
When Hong Yuche woke up in the morning, he was the only one left in the bedroom.
If it were not for the remaining ambiguous atmosphere and some red marks on his body, telling him how fierce the "battle" last night was, he would have to wonder if it was his own fantasy and dream.
However, thinking that the anesthesia bomb that Duma had hit He Yi had an aphrodisiac element, Hong Yuche was somewhat complicated.
So, in the end, she chose him, just as she did at Al Fata's banquet many years ago.
Every time it was forced, but it happened to be him.
This luck made him sigh.
Moving his eyes slightly, he saw the little red on the bed sheet, his eyes darkened again.
She is really a very bold girl. She is so decisive when she rejects people, but when she takes the initiative, she is enthusiastic like a fire.