The Strongest Terror System

Some long and boring flight finally ended in a violent turbulence that gradually became smooth.

Xia Feng yawned, unfastened his seatbelt and stood up a little sleepy, looking at an old woman next to him with an unhappy gaze.

The woman was probably in her 50s, very bloated, almost like a walking gas tank.

Along the way, the other party did almost nothing but three things.

Sleep, fart, snore.

It's really annoying that he doesn't want it.

Many times, he wanted to wake up the other party, for fear that the other party would not pull his trouser pockets in such a way.

After coming out of the airport in Los Angeles, Xia Feng took out his mobile phone and dialed a number according to memory.

After being connected, he asked in English:

"Miss Tina, I have come out of the airport."

"Okay Mr. Xia, wait a minute, I'm right here."

"I see, see you later."

Xia Qi had already called Steven Johnson's daughter Tina long before boarding the plane and told him to come pick him up at the airport.

He didn't wait too long, a red Maserati appeared in his sight.

Afterwards, the car stopped not far from Xiafeng.

The window slowly lowered, revealing a very delicate face.

"Mr. Xia, right?"

Xia Feng looked at the woman in the car and nodded subconsciously, the other person was much better looking than he imagined.

The golden brown hair is not long, nor is it the slightly wider cheeks of ordinary European and American women. On the contrary, it is a small face that is more oriental.

Like an adult version of Barbie.

Because the other party was sitting in the car, he didn't know what his figure was like.

But about this, he was able to figure it out very quickly.

"Miss Tina is very happy to see you. You are more beautiful than I expected."

Xia Feng smiled and greeted Tina with a symbolic compliment.

Tina also smiled, then he opened the door directly and got into the car.

After entering, Xia Feng used his peripheral vision to look at Tina very quickly from head to toe.

Tina was wearing a short blue denim skirt, which was so short that Xia Feng could see the color of the other party's underwear.

This also caused Xia Feng's blood to burst, and he couldn't help but move his body.

"Mr. Xia took the liberty to ask, how did you and my father know each other?"

Although Tina looked warm and polite, she was not unprepared. After all, judging from Xia Feng's age, it didn't seem like she could become friends with her father.

"I am your father's student.

As for what he has to convey on my behalf, I will let him tell you in person when it arrives at your house. "

"Go to my house?"

Tina didn't expect Xia Feng to be so direct.

"If it's not convenient, we can also change places."

"No inconvenience."

Tina shook her head. Although Xia Feng's words were a little strange, he was not afraid of what this Oriental boy would do to her, so he stopped talking and concentrated on driving along the airport expressway, all the way towards her home.

Although the number of people in the United States is much smaller than that in China, for a metropolis like Los Angeles, it also has the trouble of traffic jams.

Only in terms of frequency, it is not as frequent as in China.

Xia Feng had never been to Los Angeles, and he didn't know much about it except that Hollywood was here and that there was an NBA team.

So he could only get a rough idea of ​​it based on the map and the route that Tina was driving.

Tina is relatively quiet, with American country music playing in the car, the rhythm is brisk, and it is very pleasant to listen to.

Xia Feng adjusted the seat back, listened to the music, and fell asleep comfortably.

He didn't know how long he slept, until Tina's slightly hoarse female voice sounded from his ear, and he opened his eyes in a daze.

"Sorry, I fell asleep. Have you arrived yet?"

Xia Feng looked at Tina with embarrassment, and Tina smiled and said nothing.

When he opened the car door and got out of the car, Xia Feng had the illusion of entering the farm, because the lawns of individual homes were all beside the road, and behind the lawns, villas, large or small, were arranged neatly and orderly.

Each house has a yard, either closed or semi-open like the domestic countryside with only two iron doors.

Tina's house is very closely surrounded, even if it can be seen from the outside, the area inside should be not small.

Tina walked to the door and unlocked the door with her fingerprints. Xia Feng followed behind, observing intentionally or not.

The area of ​​the yard is very large, and there is also a basketball court in it, but it is only half of the field.

At the other end of the basketball court is a garage with the door ajar and three cars parked inside.

There is also a particularly domineering pickup.

When Xia Feng saw the pickup, he suddenly had a plan to buy one. This one was much more domineering than the one he drove.

As for whether it costs money or not, of course he doesn't care about those two money.

Entering the villa, the most intuitive feeling is a strong simple style.

The surrounding walls are not even painted, and the furniture is colorful and randomly placed in every corner of the living room.

Above is a ceiling made of iron wire, from which several light bulbs are hung.

Most people, if they have money, will decorate their homes a little more luxuriously, anyway, they just look tall.

Only a small number of people go back and think about art or not~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Anyway, in the decoration of Tina's house, he didn't see any art at all.

There is a feeling that the house has not been cleaned up for a long time, making it a mess.

The sofa is not the kind of larger and more comfortable long sofa, but a small sofa that can barely fit in a person like a domestic Internet cafe.

If you don't have a pillow, your lower back will be sore after sitting for a few hours.

"Mr. Xia, please take a seat."

Tina motioned Xia Feng to sit down, then she walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and asked Xia Feng:

"Want something to drink? Beer? And ice milk."

"Is there cold water?"

"Sorry, this one is not available, only room temperature."

"Then give me a glass of room temperature water."

Xia Feng's mouth was indeed dry, Tina opened a can of dark beer, poured a glass of water for Xia Feng, and then sat opposite Xia Feng.

Looking at Tina's expressionless face drinking beer like she was drinking water, Xia Feng felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but thinking that the women here are more independent in life, and there are not so many so-called moral constraints , so he didn't think much about it.

Unlike in China, women have to do this, do that, but can't do this, do that, there are so many pairs of eyes staring at you.

A can of dark beer was quickly drank in, and Tina took out another pack of ladies' cigarettes, lit it, and smoked it, spitting out a string of light smoke:

"Mr. Xia, can you tell me now what my father asked you to convey?"

"Okay, but Miss Tina will draw the curtains first and pull it tight.

Try not to let any light in. "

"Why?" Tina asked in confusion.

"Do as I say, and you will soon know the reason." Mobile phone users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.

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