Hello, Mr. Major General

Gu Nianzhi was in a good mood, but after listening to Huo Shaoheng's words, of course his mood improved.

But smiling, her nose suddenly began to sore, and tears came to her heart.

No, she can't cry. In front of Huo Shaoheng, she has cried too many times, this time she must not cry.

In the moonlight, she raised her head and smiled, although she tried her best to endure, but her nose flapped slightly, her eye circles gradually reddened, and the corners of her eyes brows ooze rouge.

Huo Shaoheng stared at her and said quietly: "...Why do you have to bear it? In front of me, you cry if you want to cry, laugh if you want to laugh."

This sentence is like a command.

Gu Nianzhi's tears flowed out.

Crystal tears hung on her white cheeks, brighter than moonlight.

Huo Shaoheng didn't speak, just pressed her head in his arms, and the whole person enveloped her.

His embrace is warm and powerful, with an irresistible string.

Although it was on the tree, although the sky was on the ground, but at this time, he held up the entire sky for her.

Gu Nianzhi felt that she loved him more than before going to the Alps.

The love at that time was a kind of intuition, a kind of courage to conquer the male god.

The love now has settled deep in her heart, even if she has spent a lot of sails, her heart has turned back and forth, but looking back, she wants to accompany her for a lifetime, only him.

Leaning in his arms, I couldn't feel the slightest Siberian wind.

Gu Nianzhi was quiet for a while, and his sleepiness gradually came up, his head bit by bit like a chicken pecking at rice.

Huo Shaoheng looked interesting and bowed his head and kissed her lips.

Warm and a bit sweet.

"...Are you going to sleep?"

Gu Nianzhi let out a "huh" and couldn't open his eyes.

Huo Shaoheng took off the long Burberry wool lining coat she was wearing, opened his coat, and wrapped Gu Nianzhi in her whole body.

Gu Nianzhi's long coat with sheep wool lining was used as a quilt to cover the two of them.

...

Shen Shen passed all night, and the dawn was beginning to show.

Gu Nianzhi's long eyelashes flapped and slowly opened.

Huo Shaoheng's body exudes steaming heat, and the spirit of a mature man is a mountain that can resist wind, frost, rain and snow.

She looked at herself, wearing only a wool cardigan and thin woolen pants.

But Huo Shaoheng was tightly bound in his arms, and the two of them wrapped his coat together. In addition to the coat, there was Gu Nianzhi's long coat of Burberry military uniform lined with sheep wool.

No wonder she was so warm last night that she almost sweated.

Gu Nianzhi gave a light breath to Huo Shaoheng's jaw and smiled mischievously.

After Gu Nian moved, Huo Shaoheng woke up.

But he was too lazy to open his eyes, still closing his eyes to rest.

It wasn't until Gu Nianzhi started to make strange things in his arms. He was afraid of causing his fire and couldn't go on. He was embarrassed with each other, so he closed his eyes and lowered his head, followed her breath and leaned over, biting her round and delicate earlobe. Vaguely said: "...Morning."

Gu Nianzhi: "..."

There was a deep itch in the ears.

She shrank her neck and smiled and said, "Why? Hungry? How about using my earlobe for breakfast?"

"...Can't it?"

"Okay, but you have to ask for its permission." Gu Nianzhi tilted her head and said with a grin: "You can ask my earlobe, it will promise you that I lose."

Huo Shaoheng: "..."

He leaned on Gu Nianzhi's shoulder and took a deep breath. The warm nose made Gu Nianzhi tremble.

Among the narrow branches, she smiled and dodged, but she did not fall from the tree.

Because her waist was firmly held by Huo Shaoheng.

Huo Shaoheng felt that he could circle the waist with one hand.

So thin and so flexible.

Huo Shaoheng couldn't help but think of the charm of once "folding in half"...

Gu Nianzhi noticed something was wrong, so he didn't dare to move any more, snuggled up in his arms obediently, and said nonsense, diverting Huo Shaoheng's attention.

"Huo Shao, how far is it from Tunguska? Can someone pick us up?"

Huo Shaoheng suppressed the beautiful thoughts in his heart,

Gu Nianzhi: "..."

"You still have to drive for five or six hours, don't you say that far?!" Gu Nianzhi glared at him, nodding his finger on Huo Shaoheng's hard chest, "Can your concept of time and distance be more civilian?"

Huo Shaoheng grabbed her hand, "What kind of breakfast do you want?"

Gu Nianzhi: "..."

It sounds like you can eat whatever you want!

Gu Nianzhi rolled his eyes, "I want to eat preserved egg and lean meat porridge, soup dumplings, soy milk, fried dough sticks..."

Huo Shaoheng looked down at her, put her overcoat on her, adjusted the whole dress by himself, and said, "Don't think that there is nothing, go on and talk about it."

Gu Nianzhi stretched her waist, "...then you still ask?"

The two jumped down from the tree and Gu Nianzhi could see the birch forest clearly.

It's really thick enough, even if it's dawn, the woods will be like evening.

Only the morning light that penetrates through the gaps in the leaves adds a bright color to this dense forest.

"Will those gangsters still come?" Gu Nianzhi dragged two suitcases and walked forward after Huo Shaoheng.

Huo Shaoheng had a gun in both hands, a slight shot with one hand, and a long-handled pistol, opening the way in front.

"It should come again." Huo Shaoheng said indifferently. "As long as these people don't join forces with the KGB, don't worry."

"No." Gu Nianzhi shook his head confidently, "Neither Uncle Ivan nor Vladimir will have trouble with us."

Yesterday, seeing the back of the uncle driver in the sight glass, Gu Nianzhi confirmed this belief.

Huo Shaoheng now also tends to think that neither Vladimir nor the uncle driver is behind the scenes, and that they are both suffering.

But who is behind the scenes?

This question is very important because it concerns the extent to which the Russian gangs are frantic.

In essence, there is still a big difference between Russian gangs and terrorist organizations.

The people of terrorist organizations are unreasonable. For them, you have only two ways, one is to join them, and the other is a dead end.

But for the general public, these two roads are dead ends.

The Russian gangs are different. Their purpose is very clear, which is to seek money.

As long as they don't bother them to make a fortune, they won't do those crazy things.

Similarly, as long as the money is paid, they are willing to get rid of their boss.

So how much money did the black hands hidden behind the scenes pay before they invited the most powerful gang in Russia to do their dirty work...

There were many candidates in Huo Shaoheng's mind, but they were rejected one by one.

Because these people either have insufficient financial resources or insufficient power, I'm sorry for the capital that the Russian gang has paid to them.

After analyzing it for a long time, Huo Shaoheng really didn't believe that there were people in this world who could buy him and Gu Nianzhi's head at a price.

This is a huge sum of money.

The price will go straight to the aircraft carrier manufacturer with the most secure security, or the new fighter research and development center.

Coming to the edge of the birch forest, Huo Shaoheng looked at the jeep that was still at the gas station.

It's dawn, it's still very desolate here, or it may be too early, in short, there is not even a passing car.

Huo Shaoheng pondered: "Should we go and change the tire of that car?"

Gu Nianzhi looked at the probe for a while, and was about to agree, when he saw the driver and Vladimir coming over.

She and Huo Shaoheng hurriedly stopped and hid behind a huge birch tree.

At the gas station, the uncle driver opened the rear compartment, pulled out his toolbox, spare tire, and jack, and put them on the ground.

Vladimir stood aside with his arms in arms and said cool words: "We will have a car coming soon. What's the use of changing your tires?"

"Who knows how many cars they drive? I have driven this car for several years. Just like my wife, I can't bear to let it be here alone." The driver's uncle smiled and said to Vladimir, "You call Cereus Call, let them come."

"Why should I call?!" Vladimir glared at him, then took out his phone.

But when he opened the phone, he quietly opened WeChat and glanced at the circle of friends.

Last night, Gu Nianzhi posted a circle of friends status.

[Nian Zi Zai Zi]: Bixin.JPG, Uncle Ivan’s deep friendship can only be repaid with red envelopes!

Then there is a screenshot of the 888.88 red envelope.

Vladimir: "!!!"

He quickly opened the button and found that he was dragged into a discussion group called the "KGB Trio".

Click in and see that 888.88 exclusive red envelope!

Vladimir felt that he had received ten thousand critical strikes instantly!

This is today's second update: Chapter 1255 "Ten Thousand Critical Strikes".

The third one at eight in the evening.

muah!

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