Things are really getting more and more interesting!
Who was the last ¡°boss¡±? She really wanted to know. After all, he must be from Luotian.
Fu Zhixia put the scented tea on the table aside and thought with half-squinted eyes.
Who gave the order to kill him?
Shen Qing kept saying that she killed him, but in his memory it was clearly Jian Ran who killed him.
Could it be that my memory is wrong?
"Boss? Boss?" The boss on the other end of the phone remained silent, and Shen Qing called loudly and excitedly.
But still didn¡¯t get any response.
Fu Zhixia was extremely bored after hearing this, so he simply hung up the phone, turned it off, and threw the phone on the table.
¡°Hey, what¡¯s going on!¡±
It seems that the boss is hiding something from him.
She wanted to know, but she couldn't ask Luo Tian directly.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
She really wants to know who gave the order to kill her.
Shen Qing called again and found that the phone was already turned off.
"Damn it, no one can be trusted at the critical moment!" Shen Qing angrily threw her phone at the floor.
As long as the boss gives an order, he will work hard to execute it without any complaints or complaints. But why is it that when something happens to him, he wants to ask the boss for help, but he is abandoned by the goods like this!
Why, why on earth is this!
never mind!
There is no one in this world that you can rely on, and you can only figure out a solution on your own.
Shen Qing slowly thought about what he should do.
Training island.
The helicopter landed and Ye Ze brought Jian Ran and Jian Feimo to the training camp.
Jian Feimo looked at every scene on the island, every flower and every grass, and was so shocked that he couldn't say anything.
Ye Ze looked at the time and saw that Yan Tu was already in the central sandy area.
"Is this the child?"
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Wearing a camouflage uniform, with neat short hair, leaning against the iron mesh door frame with his hands folded across his chest, Yan Tu looked at Jian Feimo, who was dragging his suitcase, with a pair of light green eyes.
"Well, I will trouble you more from now on." Ye Ze said.
Jian Feimo looked up at Yan Tu and said hello politely: "Hello, auntie, my name is Jian Feimo. Please forgive me for your advice in the future."
"Humph." Yan Tu sneered, and pointed at the training academy in the center of the sand, snapping his fingers to signal them to stop.
Five or six seven or eight-year-old children, both boys and girls, stopped when they heard the snap of fingers and stood in a row looking at Yan Tu.
"Xiao Cha, have a few moves with him."
The boy named Xiaocha is seven years old. He has bronze skin and is of mixed race. He has a pair of European-style double eyelids and thick eyelashes that are long and curly. Although he has a shaved head, his hair is still curly. After hearing Yan Tu¡¯s words After the voice, he took a step forward and shouted: "Yes!"
The other children stepped aside, and Shi Dunzi, who was sitting nearby, was whispering about the new Jian Feimo.
"Those with thin arms and thin legs don't need to be beaten."
"She looks like a young man at first glance. Does her mother think we are at a summer camp?"
¡°Maybe she¡¯s a stepmother?¡±
"Would you like to make a bet? The bet is tonight's chicken drumsticks!"
"Yeah!"
"Qianyu, do you want to make a bet?"
"Boring." The girl named Qianyu, wearing camouflage uniforms with a ponytail raised high, is the youngest of the group, not yet seven years old, but her young face shows an indifference befitting her age. breath. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com