Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The middle-aged man had a cold look at the warmth of the season and turned to two words in Cambodian. Several people in the cabin suddenly rushed out to investigate the situation.

Less than a few minutes later, those men came in, apparently not entirely Cambodian, but mostly gangs from all over the world, who came in with words that were sometimes filled with Cambodian Khmer and sometimes with English that was not particularly fluent.

But Seasonal Warm probably heard that these people called the middle-aged Scar man Ageb, and he was very respectful. It seems that Ageb is the boss of this group, even if he is not the boss, he must be a senior figure.

The occasional clutter of English finally gave her some clues.

“It was the nearby fishermen who went into the woods to hunt, stepped on the minefield and was blown up, so the alarm just went off. Those at base XI who are still out of the Mirin are temporarily quiet. ”

Ajib looked down, ignoring the person who had just come in to report, and turned to the two tall and short people who had followed him: “Did you catch this woman? ”

One tall, one short, two humbled responders: "Yes. ”

Ajib was unhappy and frowned: “What's going on? ”

"This woman wasn't with anyone at XI, but she was sneaking around Lake Cawley, and we suspected she was in trouble, so we knocked her out and caught her. ”

“The XI base has never allowed women to enter. Find out what she's up to? Where did they send him? ”

Shorty Fatty was embarrassed. After half a day, he said: “Looks like it should be tourists from villages near Lake Donrissa. There have been a lot of tourists from all over Cambodia in the past two years. This woman is white and clean, nothing on her body. It is impossible to have anything to do with the XI base. She may have been caught by us by mistake...”

Agib snorted coldly, bent over and sat on the chair, looked at the season warm, frowned and asked the old woman a few words in Cambodian.

The old woman said a few more words to him while pulling Ji Wen, and then he doubted that Ji Wen was dumb. She still had a bad look. Suddenly she said something cold. Suddenly someone came and dragged Ji Wen away and took him out.

The result is a body search!

Those crude black men dragged her into a tent, and they were about to tear her clothes off. The season began to struggle with fate. The old woman walked in and glanced at them. After a few words, the people were unwilling to retreat.

The old woman came and searched herself for the season warmth. Until she was checked from inside to outside, the old woman looked at her satisfactorily, helped her get dressed and then untied the rope on her hand.

Season-warming's hands and feet were completely free, but she couldn't barge out in such a place, and the old woman seemed to think she had some use for it, which was why she was being protected.

I can't escape, I can only watch it change for now.

……

As expected by the warmth of the season, the old woman seemed to be the aunt from where Ajib brought her. She took care of the group for many years. She usually cooked food and sewed clothes for these people. Although it was similar to the work done by the babysitter, she was still respectful of this old woman because she was old enough and careful enough to be trusted by these people.

The old woman is not well now, she has little strength to work. She can cook when she sees the season warm, so let the season warm cook with her and wash clothes.

After a restless night here, the next day the old woman took her to Ajib, where she had been forced by the old woman to change into a white dress with the same veil that Cambodian women often wear on farms, without a dress from top to the next pocket.

The old woman did not know what she was saying to Ajib in Cambodian, but from the look of Ajib and several of his men suddenly throwing at Quarterwarm, it was probably the old woman who advised them to leave the season warm to work here first and to keep an eye on her at all times to ensure that she would not do anything that threatened them. The old woman should also mention that Quarterwarm was a beautiful woman and would cook, and that she would be left to cook anyway, at least they would not be the ones to lose. Those people's eyes on the season warm made her increasingly unbearable.

Seasonal warmth still kept his head down and did not speak, as if he could not see their faces or understand anything, but held the meal just cooked with the old woman in his hand, put it on the table, then bowed his head as if he was afraid to pinch the white dress on his body, quietly, as if it did not exist, and would not disturb them.

Unlike the men who were staring at her with a hot eye at the moment, Agib still looked at her cold and suddenly said to his men in English: “Leave her alive for now and let her work here, Daly, you will follow her from now on, if she has any suspicious movement, kill her directly. ”

The young, strong black man named Darry nodded directly.

This Agibou could have said it in Cambodian, but he preferred English, obviously, to Ji Wen.

This person's suspicions have not been dispelled. It seems that it is not easy for Seasonal Warm to get out of here.

Seasonal warmth kept her head down as if she didn't hear anything.

Until after Ajib had tried the warm season meal, he suddenly looked at her and turned to his men in English and said, "Hasn't Mr. Control eaten for three days? Let her bring Mr. Control a meal. It tastes good. He might eat it. ”

Who's Mr. Control?

Seasonal warming subconsciously thinks that this Agibu can be described by the code name Control, it can never be too simple.

Obviously, the old woman did not expect the extent of Ajib's distrust of the season warmth, but she would actually let the season warm deliver the meal to the person. When she asked, Ajib glanced back at him with a single glance and said, “Daly, take her to Mr. Control to deliver the meal. ”

Daly answered and followed him out the season with a direct look.

Seasonal warmth was unknown, but at the moment she could only save her life if she obeyed her orders. She went back to fetch the dishes she had cooked before, put them carefully in the tray, and followed Darry all the way to the area behind the forest, which was particularly hidden.

Until there was a very sturdy wooden house surrounded by guards, Daly looked at her coldly, opened the door and let her in.

Seasonal warmth headed towards the plate, and there was some mould in the cabin, but as soon as she stepped in, she suddenly smelled the familiar, clear, grassy smell.

She instantly looked at the wooden house, her subconscious eyes raised.