Nice: [I've already met the new boss.]
Ba Tiao: [The boss asked us to give her a warning, but judging by her cold reaction, we can't tell anything! Where does this woman come from?]
Nice: [The boss doesn't know, how do you think I know? ]
Yajo: [Yeah, it’s pointless to ask you.]
Nice: [Go away.]
Eight: [Though coming to Country R alone is quite courageous, I wonder if it's just like the Chinese saying, 'an embroidered pillow, only good looking, but useless.']
Nice: [Hachijo, don't underestimate her. She's not simple.]
The last time we met, I knew his identity and position in the Golden Rose Mercenary Group right after we met. Although such information is not difficult to obtain in the underworld, it is definitely not an easy task.
Seeing this, Bajio curled his lips in disdain, raised his eyes and glanced at Song Nanwu, put away his phone and did not reply.
It was twenty minutes later when Song Nanwu finished eating the ramen.
Yajo was already getting a little impatient, frowning slightly and tapping his fingers on the table from time to time.
Nice was not in a hurry. He was busy pouring water for Song Nanwu and handing her napkins. He spoke Chinese poorly and called her "boss" all the time.
Seeing that fawning look, Ba Tiao sneered in disdain.
"Let's go!" After wiping her mouth gracefully, Song Nanwu stood up and tried to pull the suitcase beside her, but Nice tactfully grabbed it.
"Boss, I'll do it. I can handle such small matters."
Song Nanwu looked at him and did not refuse. She then took the two lost people out of the airport and found where they had parked based on their description.
Before getting in the car, Song Nanwu looked at Bajiao and Nice and said, "Thank you for letting two people with poor directions to pick me up."
The voice was cold, but the tone was very light, and there was a hint of indescribable discomfort in it.
Ba Tiao looked at Song Nanwu who got into the car, frowned slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he turned to the side, opened the door and sat in the driver's seat.
Nice followed him, opened the passenger door and got in.
There was silence along the way, no one spoke, only the little girl's voice coming from the navigation.
Looking up at the expressionless Song Nanwu in the rearview mirror, Nice sent a message in the group chat, "Let's go."
Nice sent the message, and his fingertips paused slightly on the screen.
Didn't she even ask where he was taking her? Did she just trust the boss's arrangements? Who knew... what her reaction would be later?
There's an old Chinese saying about cherishing women and girls. Even a gentleman like him couldn't bear to be with that cold beauty. The key point was that the boss was a bit heavy-handed this time.
Frowning, Nice sighed inwardly, alas, it has come to this point.
Song Nanwu seemed unaware of the glances from Nice and Bajo that were occasionally cast at her through the rearview mirror. After getting in the car, she kept staring out the window, and the wind blowing in made her black hair flutter.
This city looks as prosperous as the North City, but it always feels strange. Whether it is the roads, bridges, or those tall buildings, there always feels an unfamiliar coldness.
Maybe it’s because I’m in a foreign country, or maybe it’s my first time in Country R.
At dusk, the setting sun paints the sky with a gorgeous color.
In the distance, rows of buildings rise from the ground, reflecting the crimson clouds in the sky and flowing with a faint glow.
From a distance, it looks like a vivid and lively painting, peaceful and beautiful.
It’s almost night!
Song Nanwu moved her slender fingers slightly, lowered her eyes, and took out a strawberry-flavored candy from her pocket.
I don't know how long I drove, but the roads around me became more and more remote, and there were only a few passing vehicles.
Nice glanced out the car window, then raised his eyes to look at Song Nanwu in the rearview mirror, who was still expressionless and silent, and his eyes couldn't help but look strange.
What? You're not going to speak yet? Don't you have any doubts in your heart?
The more Nice saw how calm Song Nanwu was, the more agitated he became.
This is not the same as the script he imagined. He even prepared his lines, but the other party didn't say a word.
Such a stillbirth makes people feel a little depressed.
Finally, when Nice was getting a little impatient, Song Nanwu spoke in a cold voice, "Stop the car."
"What's wrong, boss?" Nice looked at Song Nanwu and asked.
"Carsickness." Song Nanwu looked at him coldly and said.
His tone was very serious, and he didn't sound like he was lying at all, but his calm and relaxed appearance didn't show any signs of motion sickness.
"I'm going to throw up. Do you mind if I throw up in the car?"
Just as Yajo and Nice were looking at Song Nanwu in the mirror with some doubt, she said something in a cold voice.
Still using that indifferent tone, Yatiao pulled the car over to the side of the road.
Oh, forget it, let's see what tricks she plays.
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