How could Balu really let her go in and take a shower alone? He took the opportunity to deliver skin care products to squeeze in and pestered her to take a shower together. As they were taking a shower, he became restless.
When Nanxi was carried out of the bathroom, she was completely exhausted. She lay limply on the edge of the bed, directing the man to blow her hair.
"Hold the hair dryer higher..."
"Blow it until it's half dry and then apply essential oil..."
"Okay, wife." He squatted beside the bed, and blew her long hair carefully with his rough hands. The edges of the cuts on his hands were soaked to white, and the pink new flesh was vaguely visible inside. Nanxi accidentally saw it and looked up at him.
"Don't your hands hurt? Didn't I tell you to use hand cream?"
The man grinned innocently, "It doesn't hurt. I'm used to it."
"Okay, stop blowing." She sat up, went to the suitcase to get Chanel hand cream and cuticle oil, pulled his big hand over, applied a thick layer on it, and then carefully applied cuticle oil around his nails.
Only then did she realize that each joint in Balu's hands was large, several fingers were deformed, the nails were turned outward, the nail of his left thumb was only half a fingernail, and the back of his hand looked like rough tree bark.
"You have to apply hand cream well from now on. Every time you wash your hands, you have to apply cuticle oil, too. Got it?"
Baru's brows were slightly gloomy, and he hurriedly pulled her hand, "Wife, you apply it on me. I'll forget about it if you're not here. Please don't leave, okay?"
He held her in his arms, and the man's hot chest and strong breath wrapped her tightly. "You like to open a coffee shop, how about we open one in Yangon? And a gallery, let's open a gallery like the one in China. Honey, I can get you anything you want, don't leave me."
His heart felt like it was being twisted by something, and it was so uncomfortable that even breathing was painful.
He was really afraid that she would leave. If she left, it would be the same as killing him.
"What's wrong with you?" Nanxi patted his back and asked softly.
The man let her go, his dark eyes blazing as he stared at her pretty face. He slowly kissed her, touching her trembling eyelashes, the tip of her small nose, and her bright red lips. He pecked her gently, kissed her slowly, licking the shape of her lips, tenderly and finally choking on her lips.
"I'm afraid you're going to leave again, Nan Xiaoxi. You always disappear without a trace, and I have no way to deal with you."
Nanxi reached out and hugged his waist back, "I won't do that again. I'll go discuss it with you somewhere, okay?"
The two of them snuggled up to each other and lay at the head of the bed, whispering in each other's ears until Nanxi fell asleep. Then Balu opened his eyes, took out the tablet on the bedside table, called up the satellite map, and studied the battle route.
He had developed a habit over the years of studying the terrain for several days before a battle and thoroughly understanding the objective conditions of the battlefield, so that he could ensure that he could find a way to survive for his brothers at the critical moment.
There is no such thing as a genius god of war. They are all made by enduring night after night in the dead of night.
At 11:30 pm Yangon time, Nanxi's bedside phone suddenly lit up.
Baru frowned when he saw an unfamiliar number with no address. He looked down at the little woman sleeping beside him and reached out to hang up the phone.
…
Nan Suzhi sat by the window, looking at the horizon of Tehran as the dark night approached, like a lonely ghost.
The mechanical notification tone from the phone enveloped him in an extreme coldness. His indifferent thin lips were tightly pursed, and his black eyes were dark.
It's been over a year, Luanluan, what are you doing? Do you miss your brother?
Nan Zhenguo eventually forced you to marry into the Shen family. Were you sad and scared? Are you blaming your brother for not coming to save you?
Baby, don't be afraid, brother will be here soon. I will never let go of anyone who has hurt you, including Nan Zhenguo.
The knock on the door lasted for a long time before the person inside uttered a cold "Come in".
Damai came in.
"Sir, the pharmaceutical factory has already started production, and the related pharmaceutical company has also been registered. Bai Shouye said he would come over in half a month."
"Okay, I understand. Remember, you can only give Bai Shouye the official drug specifications. The lab staff can let him take them over, but the finished product must not pass through our hands or channels."
"Understood, sir," Damai replied respectfully. "Sir, the buyers in the Golden Crescent are no different from those in the Golden Triangle. They're even bloodier and more brutal. There are also political factions and warlords fighting behind the scenes. Do we really want to enter this market?"
"I hadn't originally planned to take this path, but you can see that if I'm not strong, Nan Zhenguo will kill me and will price my Luan Luan like a commodity. Damai, how much more can you tolerate?
I have endured for too long, and retreated for too long. It is he who is relentless and keeps pressing me, forcing me to have no way out. I can only fight my way out.
He would rather marry Luanluan to that loser from the Shen family than give her to me, and he even wants to blow me up. Well, I have nothing to worry about. I can kill my ancestors and my father. I can do anything. I will kill gods and Buddhas if they stand in my way..."
Under the gold-rimmed half-frame glasses, the usually elegant and indifferent man now had bloodshot eyes, his back teeth clenched, and his hands creaked on the wheelchair. He looked like a devil crawling out of hell, and his whole body was hideous and terrifying.
"I understand, sir. I always advised you to be patient before, but the moment you were blown up, I regretted it. If I had followed your advice and taken the young lady to Xiyue Island to fight the master head-on, perhaps the result would have been different."
"I won't give him another chance, Damai. From now on, I will only move forward and never retreat."
Nan Suzhi finished speaking, raised his head and closed his eyes, "Go, tell the rehabilitation doctor to increase the intensity of training starting tomorrow. I'm going to Yangon in half a month."
"Rangoon? Sir, why are you going to Rangoon for no reason?"
"How could Aung Suw, a politician with no foundation, have the guts to run in the election and threaten to form a cabinet government? And how could he have the guts to incite Myanmar's local armed forces to fight the government? Isn't he afraid that he can get promoted but not demoted? It would be a miracle if there wasn't capital manipulation behind this. And my adoptive father has always been ambitious. His favorite thing to do is to use capital to manipulate politicians and become a vested interest behind politics."
Nan Suzhi's eyes were extremely cold, and his cold, thin lips pulled into a smile so faint that it was almost non-existent.
"You mean, the master is in Yangon?" Damai suddenly realized. "Sir, if that's the case, wouldn't we be walking into a trap if we went there? We haven't figured out the master's true strength yet..."
"No need to figure it out," Nan Suzhi clicked his fingers lightly on the wheelchair, "I remember Grandpa used to play chess with Luanluan, and she couldn't stand losing so she cheated. Grandpa found out later, and she confidently said that playing chess is like using soldiers, and using soldiers is all about deception.
I used to think she was silly and naive, with a lot of crooked ideas, but now I think Luanluan is right, the best way is to be cunning."
Damai didn't understand what the gentleman was mumbling about, and just thought he was crazy about the eldest lady again.
The person I have been thinking about since I was a child has been deeply engraved in my bones and blood. Now that the situation has become like this, it would be strange if I didn't go crazy.
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