Fu Song's eyes twitched straight, and he still lay on the back seat and asked, "Is this the most expensive package?"

Chrys didn't say anything, just nodded.

Fu Song only felt a chill on his back. Damn it, it was too cruel, "Let's go, hurry up!"

He didn't want to stay there for a moment. The most expensive package was to use a submachine gun. If he had known this, he would have chosen a medium package. It not only cost less, but also caused those two guys to suffer more...

Chrys said: "Sir, you can get up, I promise there is no problem."

After obtaining the guarantee, Fu Song lay tremblingly on the window and looked into the alley opposite. It was still pitch black and the dog stopped barking, as if the gunfire just now was just an illusion.

Back on the road, I felt like I saw the light again. I opened the car window and breathed in the fresh air outside. After a while, I finally pressed the food in my stomach back.

"William, is the security in Boston so bad?"

Chrys said: "Actually, the big cities in the United States are the same. It is still very safe to have sufficient police force in rich areas."

The implication is that American police do not care about the lives of the poor at all, and are very "capitalist", which is in sharp contrast to finding police in China when there are difficulties.

Fu Song lit another cigarette and took a deep breath until he felt dizzy in his brain. Then he said, "I'm going back to China soon. What are your plans?"

Chrys felt a little sad. He finally found a serious job and made a lot of money. After paying the support of his ex-wife and daughter, he could still live happily. When he was fine, he went to the bar to have some wine.

At this moment, when Fu Song's tone was heard, why did he feel like he was going to fire himself?

"Continue to drive Mr. Tan, sir, didn't you agree?"

"I hope you can come to work in Boston."

Cleis immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said, "As long as I help me solve the housing problem, I have no objection. Sir, I will protect Miss Xiao."

Fu Song wondered, "I haven't said it yet, how did you know?"

Chrys shrugged and said, "Sir, I'm not blind. I can tell that you love Miss Xiao very much and don't want her to suffer any grievances, let alone hurt."

This flattery is quite good, but the timing is not good, so it should be slapped in front of Xiao Zhumei.

When she returned to the hotel, Xiao Zhumei was already asleep, her red face was half hidden in her black hair, and her snow-white arms were exposed outside, which made Fu Song unable to help but look straight.

I tiptoed to take a shower, then tiptoed to the bed. As soon as I got into the quilt, a warm body wrapped around me...

Xiao Zhumei felt that today he had become a different person, no longer the gentleness and consideration of the past, and the unique taste made her feel after a long time.

After recovering, she laid on his arm, and she looked at him with some concern, "What's wrong with you today?"

After dinner, he said he would go out and not come back until the early morning. The way he looked just now was probably related to this.

Fu Song didn't know what to say for a moment. Could it be that she told her that she was almost scared by the gunshot just now and then she found a sense of security on her?

Anyway, it's not embarrassing that he can't speak this way.

Seeing her eyes full of concern, Fu Song smiled and hugged her shoulder and said, "How about I keep Chrys for you?"

Xiao Zhumei rolled her eyes and said angrily: "You really want to raise me like a canary? No way!"

Fu Song advised kindly: "I don't mean that. The security in the United States is not good. I'm afraid that you will encounter trouble in the future. With Chrys being by my side to take care of me, I can feel at ease."

Xiao Zhumei felt relieved and said with a smile: "Really?"

Fu Song "Really! You won't deliberately make me worry for you in China, right? I can beat me into a pauper if I travel internationally alone."

Xiao Zhumei giggled. She could feel his love, and she said nothing, and threw him down in an instant.

"Hey hey hey, I haven't worn it yet..." Before he finished speaking, Fu Song's mouth was blocked.

"No!" Xiao Zhumei looked down at him, "I always feel that there is something between you. I don't like it. I just like it now. It's great..."

...

The one who returned to China was still taking a Cathay Pacific flight.

"Mr. Fu, what are you drinking?"

"White wine, thank you."

In the first class cabin, Fu Song took the white wine poured by the flight attendant essay. Suddenly, he felt that the flight attendant essay was a little familiar, and asked uncertainly: "Are you Miss He?"

He Fen said happily: "Mr. Fu, you still remember me."

Fu Song smiled and said, "Of course I remember you, and I still remember your name is He Fen. Miss He and Huixian? She didn't partner with you this time?"

Tsk, Huixian, she was so intimate. Li Huixian kept saying that she was not familiar with Mr. Fu, so he could ask her as soon as she came up?

He Fen felt very sorry for her, but her smile remained the same, and she said, "She has asked for leave."

"Oh? Take leave? Why do you take leave?" Fu Song felt a little regretful when he heard that Li Huixian did not come.

"She has something to do at home, and it seems that her father is sick, and I don't know much about it." He Fen looked at Fu Song with some confusion. Could it be that she was not thinking about it? Li Huixian really didn't know him?

It shouldn't be. I even gave her a business card. Why didn't she call Mr. Fu? Are you stupid?

After waiting for a while, seeing that Fu Song had nothing to say, He Fen asked: "Mr. Fu, what else do you have to give?"

Fu Song waved his hand and said, "It's gone, I'll sleep for a while."

He Fen helped him down the seat, then covered him with a blanket, leaned over and exhaled in his ear: "Mr. Fu, you can call me any time you need."

His ears were itchy, and a rose fragrance drifted into his nostrils. Fu Song glanced at her. Although she was not as beautiful as Li Huixian, she was not ugly. Her eyes, which were shining with water, seemed to be able to speak.

Fu Song knew that if he wanted to steal food, she would not refuse, but he was not interested at all. In the past few days, no, in the past month, he has been very tired and can't stand it. What's more, he is not an iron man. After living for so long, he feels a little overwhelmed for the first time.

When Fu Song thought of Xiao Zhumei as tender as water, sometimes passionate and unrestrained, he lost all his thoughts.

The plane landed smoothly at Kai Tak Airport.

Seeing that it was Huang Zhigang who came to pick him up, Fu Song shook hands with him and asked, "Didn't you say you don't need to pick him up?"

Huang Zhigang said: "Everyone knows that you find it troublesome, so I volunteered to come."

Fu Song said with a funny look: "Did you miss home?"

Huang Zhigang blushed slightly and said, "It's okay."

Fu Song said: "What are you embarrassed to say about missing home? I've been homeless for more than half a year after I came out. I've been going home for a day. I'll take a day off tomorrow and we'll go back the day after tomorrow."

When he first got on the plane, his mind was still full of Xiao Zhumei, but the closer he was to home, the more homesick he felt. Now he just wanted to go home as soon as possible and see his wife and children.
Chapter completed!