Godly Thief Incarnation

When Zhou Jianhe and Wenren Huiyin arrived at Abel Airport in the United States, some people were waiting for them outside the airport. A Chinese man of medium build, with sunglasses and a splayed character, looked funny, but Zhou Jian saw that he was full of the right hand of the blind man, but he could guess that this is a gunman who is as common as a chopstick.

"Two good, my name is Yang Tian, ​​my wife sent me to pick you up."

The lady in Yang Tiankou is naturally late autumn.

"Oh, thank you." Wen Yin said, today she wore a black sè windbreaker, wearing a solemn black silk glove on her hand, and her hair was not arbitrarily tied into a ponytail as before. The bundle is behind the head, but this deliberately solemn dress is still very graceful in wearing the human voice.

And Zhou Jian is still wearing a black dress on the day of the birthday party, of course, the blood on the top has been washed.

Since embarking on the territory of the United States, Zhou Jian has summoned the ghosts and murderers to fit together, always alerting around. He found that there are many people around them who are consciously or unconsciously sweeping themselves and Huiyin, but they are not murderous. Obviously not a killer, it seems that it should be a bodyguard.

Zhou Jian suddenly realized that when he heard that Shaolong was dead, the identity of Wenying was very sensitive. As the heir to Wenlong Shaolong’s property, Wenhui’s natural sound is likely to be assassinated, but only in the evening. Yang Tian came to pick up the people's wisdom and himself, and sent plainclothes bodyguards to protect them around. I am afraid that it is also a low-key consideration. This is more conducive to the safety of myself and Huiyin.

I think that Zhou Jian’s woman who has never met before in the late autumn has some good feelings. If it is a greedy woman, don’t say that it protects people’s wisdom. It’s not good to send someone to assassinate her.

I want to come from the smell of Shaolong since I am willing to abandon my wife and daughter for this woman named late autumn, and this family, then this evening autumn should be a woman who deserves to pay attention to the people.

The three people got on the bus. It was a black Ford commercial car. Although it was worth a lot of money, it was inconspicuous in the Aberdeen airport parking lot full of luxury cars.

Three people didn’t say anything along the way. They heard the people’s voice sitting in the window seat, staring at the scenery flying over the window. Abel was a new city after the catastrophe, not much like New York. Skyscrapers like Chicago, which are almost all low-rise buildings along the way, seem to have a sense of solemnity.

At the end of June, the sun was very bright, the blue sky was like a wash, and the white clouds were like a flounder. However, under this carefree sky, the heart of the people who heard the sound of the people was a little mi茫.

Although I am accustomed to the life without a father and no mother, although I have no feelings for my father, but now suddenly know that my last dear is also alive, there is still an inevitable embarrassment and sadness in the hearts of people.

Zhou Jian sat on her side, reaching out and holding the softness of the human voice, gently pinching it, conveying his comfort in this way, smelling the human body and moving, she turned her head and looked around. Zhou Jian, barely smiled, the bright sun sprinkled on her face through the window, carrying a pitiful and delicate beauty.

“Are you alright?” Zhou Jian asked.

"Well... I'm fine."

......

The car is on the rolling hills, and it is a colorful place along the way. If it is in China, there will be a reputation of Huacheng.

After passing a few hills, the car finally stopped in front of a large mountain villa. Yang Tian parked the car in front of the villa and opened the door. Respectfully said: "Miss, we are here."

This is a holiday villa that smells people and dragons. He usually does not live here. He only came to this villa when he enjoyed his life together in the late autumn, and enjoyed a rare and pleasant time.

Open the courtyard door of the villa. There are some bodyguards with white flowers on the xiong mouth. There are white cloth black silk and several chandeliers on the high door of the villa. There are wreaths and a simple table for the table. With the incense burner and the portrait of the deceased, the photo is probably about when the Shaolong is in his twenties, handsome face, pen ting suit, hair mo with shiny hair gel, neatly combed back, looks sultry .

The arrangement of the mourning hall is completely retro-styled in China, and even some people in the yard are wearing the filial filial piety that was only available in ancient China.

Yang Tian walked with Zhou Jian and Hui Yin, and was stopped by a white bodyguard in a few steps. He said in American English: "Mr. Siegel’s order, people entering the villa need to search. ”

When he spoke, he kept looking at Zhou Jian. Obviously, this search was directed at Zhou Jian.

Zhou Jian frowned. He obviously felt an unfriendly taste. He didn't know that these people knew the identity of the people, but it seems that even if they knew it, they would not give face.

Yang Tian's face sank, he said: "These two are ladies' guests, you should not be too much."

The bodyguard said with a blank expression: "I only execute the order, Mr. Yang please understand."

Yang Tian still wants to say something, Zhou Jian said: "It doesn't matter, search it."

He said that he took a step forward, regardless of whether the other party was deliberate or not. After all, this is the funeral of Hui Yin’s father. On this occasion, Zhou Jian really does not want to cause trouble in the hall. First, he expresses respect for the deceased. In order to take care of the feeling of smelling people.

The bodyguard searched Zhou Jian’s body and naturally did not find anything. Then he turned to smell the person’s voice and said, “This lady, please cooperate with you.”

When the bodyguard said this, Zhou Jian’s face changed. If it was because of the sacred hall of Wen’s father, he had long wanted to hit someone. He pulled the sound of the person and blocked her. Behind him, staring at the bodyguard coldly, from the dialogue between the bodyguard and Yang Tian, ​​he can find out that there is no absolute right to speak in the late autumn when the people founded by Shaoren Shaolong. The dragon is already dead, and it is obviously not realistic to expect his old men to respect the people.

Yang Tian angered: "Sam? Brown, do you know who the girl is standing in front of you? If you dare to touch your dirty hands, I will let you regret coming to this world!"

The bodyguard named Sam said: "Sorry, I don't know who she is, and I don't need to figure it out. I just executed Mr. Siegel's order. All strangers need to search, in order to ensure that all the funerals are present. Personal safety of personnel."

"Okay, very good!" Yang Tian said that he had to call the phone and Zhou Jian guessed that he was going to fight for the late autumn. This scene made Zhou Jian feel a little sigh, Yang Tian obviously belongs to the evening autumn party, and the autumn is in the evening. The weight of this family seems to be lighter than I thought.

At this moment, a female voice suddenly came from the corner of the road. "Sam, is this round to get you talking?" The voice was not very loud, but with a touch of majesty, people could not defy.

Zhou Jian followed the sound, but saw a dignified and beautiful fu person sitting in an electric wheelchair appeared on the corner of the road. She looked like she was in her forties, wearing a white s filial piety and her face was slightly pale.

The Sam immediately bowed and reverently shouted: "Mrs."

Yang Tian hurriedly walked over the handle of the wheelchair and said, "Mrs, how come you are out."

"Nothing, it’s good to come out and sun." Fu said, coughing and snoring.

Seeing this sick person, Zhou Jian’s eyelids jumped slightly. He did not think that the wife who smelled Shaolong’s wife had already looked like this in the evening. He even wondered if this late autumn would not be alive. It is.

In the evening, I took a wheelchair to Zhou Jian and Wen Huiyin. I first looked at Zhou Jian and then looked at Wen Hui. "You are Hui Yin? I have seen you many times in photos." It is."

Wenming Huiyin nodded, "Are you aunt?"

In the evening of autumn, Wen Huiyin said that there is no resentment in the heart. It is a lie. The reason why the mother who smells the human voice will die so early, a large part of the reason is because the person who was smelled by the dragon abandoned and broke the heart. .

But now, everything has passed, my father has passed away, and now I see the late autumn, the smell of people seems to suddenly realize the heavy love between the father and the late autumn, which is naturally not comparable to the mother of the arranged marriage. .

"Well, I am, huh, we finally met, um... go to the mourning hall with me, go and give your father a scent, okay?"

"Ok."

In the evening, I smiled and said that Yang Tian pushed her to the hall, and Wen Hui and Zhou Jian were behind the autumn. Zhou Jian naturally felt the indifference to him in the late autumn. In fact, this is also human nature. In the evening of autumn, Wen Hui is a simple girl, and it is the age of love. At this time, she is easily moved by the rhetoric of the boys, and then falls in love, and the human voice is about to inherit. A large amount of property, so that Zhou Jian’s motives are worthy of scrutiny in the late autumn.

The formal mourning hall is in the backyard. From the front yard of the villa to the backyard, there is a garden. The garden is not big, but the layout is very delicate. There is a green water lily pool on the side. The pool is equipped with the unique nine-stone bridge of the Chinese garden. The other side is It is a delicate white fence with a green weeping willow.

Walking in the path in the garden, a strip of weeping willow branches naturally hangs in front of everyone. When walking, they have to separate them like a curtain. Looking at these weeping willows, suddenly in the evening, I suddenly said: "These weeping willows are here. When I was at the villa, I planted it myself. It’s already grown so big, and it’s really fast.”

I heard a faint whisper, but there was no socket. She felt that although she was only in her forties in the late autumn, she was full of vicissitudes, as if she had experienced the ups and downs of life.

In the evening, I suddenly smiled and said, "Hui Yin, you still don't know what business your father is doing?"

"I don't know." Wenhui Huiyin shook his head.

"Oh... he actually belongs to the American Mafia."

The smell of people, the mafia? Ro! .