Lazy God Possession

McGovern's eyes glanced indifferently at the greeted person, and he was tall enough to let him look down at most people. Until I saw Chen Wei and He Shan.

Chen Wei is 1.88 meters tall, 6 feet 2 inches tall, and is only 5 cm shorter than him.

And the beauty of He Shan made him feel excited.

Chen Wei is fully responsible for this cooperation. He directly greeted him and held out his hand: "Mr. McGee, hello, my name is Chen Wei, I am very honored to work with you."

"Canyouspeakenglish?" He was cold and condescending.

Chen Wei frowned and looked sideways at He Shan.

He comes from an army and is not very smart about English.

He Shan was born in science class, and Wen Yan helped translate a bit.

McGonagall stretched out his hand, shook hands with He Shan, and said, "Hello, I wonder if I have the honor to invite you to a drink?"

"Sorry, I don't drink."

"Oh? Why can't your beautiful lady not drink?"

He Shan pulled out her hand and smiled slightly: "Because this is China."

"Mr. McGregor, when are we going to hunt down the suspect? Do you want to take a break first?" Chen Wei asked.

McGonagall turned to He Shan, who could only translate a bit more.

In fact, everyone is a criminal policeman, and his eyes are bright. Judging from his expression and look, in fact, he can understand, but he is pretending not to understand.

"Oh, sorry, today is the weekend, and I'm resting." McGonagall shrugged. "Let's start again next Monday."

"How can this be!" Ten thousand grass horses rushed past in Chen Wei's heart.

Your sister, do you have a weekend break, do we just go to work? We didn't come to work overtime just to welcome you!

Although he didn't say it, the expression on his face had already appeared.

"Because I'm American." McGonagall shrugged.

If it had been before, after he arrived in China, he would have been hunting down the drug trafficker for the first time.

But now his mission has changed, and the weekend is a good excuse to get him time to connect with the legendary drag racing team.

"I have a grass!" Chen Wei scolded in his heart.

"Thank you for your welcome. Please help me put my luggage in the hotel. I'm going to watch the car now." McGon stretched his waist and threw the big bag in his hand to Chen Wei. In the car, the car drove away immediately.

"I've got a grass!" A young policeman couldn't help but burst out his swear words. "Is this what made us subordinates?"

Chen Wei smiled slightly and shook his luggage slightly. "Leave his luggage in the doorman."

He Shan gave him a white look, you guy. It's really bad, if you wait for this guy to come back, you have to drive to the office yourself, and pick out your luggage from the mountainous courier's courier, I'm afraid I will regret walking so smart now.

Because ... November 11 is coming soon. What is November 11? Singles Day?

No, it's the domestic online shopping festival.

Starting in November, it has started to warm up.

The combatants of the 110 Command Center are really too powerful. Yesterday, He Shan saw the doorman Pharaoh squatting outside the door. Because there were no more people in the communication room, they had to tell each office to take the courier back first. As a result, they were almost full again.

"I'm going!" The young policeman took the luggage with joy, and threw it to the doorman's transfer room.

Be sure to bury this guy down.

"What shall we do now?" He Shan asked Chen Wei.

"Everyone is gone, I finally came to Qingyang, of course, I have to go to see Xiaoming." Chen Weile huh.

Just right. There are also business travel and overtime pay.

As for Mago, let him go.

Chen Wei took out his cell phone, dialed the phone, and heard the scream of exhaustion and the roar of deafness.

"Xiao Ming? What are you doing?" Chen Wei moved the microphone away. Almost scared to death.

"Brother?" Nan Ming was high at this time. Lu Rongrong was right. It was indeed correct to see the drift race. Sitting in the stands, watching the cars drifting off the corner on the track, it was really too Okay!

Even people in Nanming, who have no car complex, are looking at the bloodlines. Energy is ramping up.

Cool!

"Brother, we're watching the car!" Nanming shouted over there, so that he could hear it.

"Look at the car? With whom?

"Brother, you ca n’t hear anything here, send me a text message! Brother, you can come and see, great! We still have tickets!"

Hanging up the phone, Chen Wei froze for a moment and said, "This is trouble, Xiaoming is not here, otherwise ... let's go and see the car."

He Shan glared at Chen Wei: "I knew I would go with him in the morning!"

She also reprimanded He Cunping for a meal and said, "What's so good about the car? Look at it so you don't get into college!"

Blame that McGonagall.

But thanks to McGonagall, she had more opportunities to be alone with Chen Wei.

Even Nan Ming likes watching cars, and sure enough, this man loves cars regardless of his age.

I don't know if the man around him is excited like a child when watching a car.

"Let's go. I'll drive. It's an hour's drive there."

...

Nan Ming was so excited that he drank a lot of ice water. After being excited, he felt a bit uncomfortable. He stood up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Zhao Fengfeng stood up and said, "I'll go too."

Seeing Qing Linqiu again, Zhao Gaofeng was actually very excited. He just pulled Qing Linqiu and said a lot, but suddenly found out that his worship of Qing Linqiu was still the same, but it was no longer the kind of awesome worship, it was more like worship. A brother, not a hero.

Now he has the same strength as Qing Linqiu.

The two exchanged some experiences with each other, and Qing Lin Qiu was very relieved and sighed: "No wonder you don't want to go to the places I arranged, and it really suits you to follow the uncle."

Zhao Feng nodded with a smile.

Just now, the two of them cheered and yelled for their favorite car together, and they got closer.

In fact, the two talked too much just now, and didn't drink water at all, but here people come and go, Zhao Fengfeng is not assured that Nanming runs around by himself, and always feels that such a confused boss will easily get lost.

At the door of the bathroom, Zhao Gaofeng didn't go in. He waited outside the door. Nan Ming squatted for a while, took out his mobile phone, swept the circle of friends and groups, and sent out the photo just taken. He was happy when he swiped, and he heard There was a muttering sound outside the door, as if speaking English.

Nan Ming's English is still good, but he didn't understand the words of the two.

What special mission, what spy, what hunt ... sounds like a discussion of the movie plot, he shook his head, got up and went out.

When he went out and washed his hands, he felt that someone was watching him, turned his head and looked over, and saw two people standing in front of the window inside.

One of them had all white hair and rooted roots. He had a height of over one meter nine and looked a bit fierce.

But compared with the person next to him, he was already kind.

The man next to him was afraid of a height of two meters and a short neck, and his body was so ridiculous, like a moving refrigerator.

Just glanced at him, Nan Ming felt hairy in his heart, washed his hands quickly, and left.

Who would have thought that the white-haired guy stopped him and said coldly, "How much did you just hear?"

"Meg, he's just a child and can't understand us," said the refrigerator.

Foreign children are generally more anxious. If you only look at your face, a twelve-year-old looks like a twenties. Conversely, a thirty-year-old can look like a high school student.

Therefore, it is always difficult for Americans to judge the age of the yellow race.

Nanming's height and appearance ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ makes that refrigerator feel that Nanming is also eleven or twelve years old, maybe even smaller.

What if a child 11 or 12 years old hears only a few words? Why make a fuss?

McGonagall thinks about it too, the first time he performed such a task, he was a bit too sensitive.

Besides, he couldn't kill anyone here, only squatting down slightly, he could squeeze out a smile, and said, "Sorry, kid, I'm scared."

Who are the children?

Nan Ming rolled his eyes, I'm still growing, asshole!

Zhao Fengfeng left and waited for Nanming to come out. He was a little worried. Just seeing this scene, he suddenly yelled, "What are you doing, asshole!"

A single punch hit McGonagall.

ps: Change these first, sleep!