Perfect Secret Love: The Bad New Wife is a Little Sweet

A few of them suddenly glistened and picked up the past, one count down, 2888!

Their hire fee this time is 2,500, and the red envelope is higher than the hire fee!

Five people looked at each other and immediately opened their mouths.

"Boss, do you need a private astrologer? Guarantee that your daily gossip is the kind of thing you sign! ”

A flower: "Boss, do you still need an assistant? The kind that talks and relieves boredom and sings little songs! ”

Friends of foreign board bricks: “Boss, move the bricks to find out. ”

Iceberg Man: "…! ”

Nie Anonymous: “They can pack and sell together cheaply. The dead man behind them is a gift. ”

Ye Qiang: “…”

Enough of you...

After half a day of listening to these people's bullshit, Ye Zheng began to talk about his business, “Let's finish this trip first. ”

Nie Anonymous immediately colored, “No problem, there is a famous girl, you must be satisfied, what is the next itinerary? ”

Ye Qiao thought slightly: "Tomorrow I have some follow-up things to take care of at the Gambling Stone Shop. After that, you will come with me to a place. And then you'll help me with a play, and I'll tell you more about it when I get to the place. ”

After this visit, her biggest feeling was that she was too weak.

She had already considered this in her previous trip to Country B, but with her current abilities, she could not afford to have her own strength and endurance.

This visit to Myanmar coincides with an excellent opportunity.

This is also one of the important reasons why she chose Myanmar for this mission.

In a previous life, there was a strong mercenary regiment that was framed and destroyed by local gangs on the land of Myanmar...

If she could take advantage of the opportunity to take those people in and have her own power, she would do a lot of things conveniently.

The next day.

After the matter was settled at the gambling stone shop, Ye Zheng left with Nie Jane and others.

A flower looks at the beautiful man behind the iceberg, a voice that hates iron and steel: “Can you hurry up? ”

Beautiful Iceberg man carrying a mouthful of coffin, several times slower than his sidekick.

“Can't he just throw the coffin board away?” Ye Zheng pinched his eyebrows and was somewhat helpless.

Smelling, foreign friends went forward, touched his chin, a pair of eyes looked at Ye Zheng, in some raw and twisted Mandarin: “Mr. Ye... he walked slowly... in fact, it has nothing to do with the coffin...”

“It's simply laziness.” The idolater smiled at Ye Zheng.

Ye: “…” when really lazy out of the new height.

But it's not easy for lazy people to carry a coffin all the time.

Due to the relationship between the iceberg man, Ye Zheng walked six people a line, enough to disappear more than one before arriving at the destination.

In front is a large plain area, and on the far left is this weird, out-of-the-box factory.

It is a suburb dozens of miles from Burma's H town, yet untapped, scarcely populated, with few people, even occasionally able to see several beasts passing by.

To avoid grass snakes, Ye Zheng walked with Nie Anonymous and a few flowers and did not use any transportation.

“It's a good thing this route is straight… otherwise I don't really remember.” Looking at the factory in front of me, Ye Zheng's heart hinted.

In previous life, when Qin Ruoxi and others came to Myanmar H City, they had also passed here. Later, they learned that a group of liquors had infiltrated the factory, engaged in a firefight with the gang and were eventually extinguished.