Flash Marriage Royal Sister CEO, my sister dotes on me to the heavens

"Start a business? What kind of business can you start by relying on others?"

The next moment, Yan Xiaoman laughed, with a hint of dejection in her tone, which directly brought Fang Mo's thoughts back;

"It's just dawdling, but the pressure of life here is indeed less than that in China."

Ning Yuelan clicked her tongue. It seemed that Yan Xiaoman had given up on the idea of ​​starting a business.

In fact, it is quite a pity. Among domestic female entrepreneurs of the same age, Yan Xiaoman was probably the only one who could compete with Sister Ning Yu.

"It doesn't matter if you don't start a business. It's easy to start a business but difficult to keep a business. It doesn't matter if you don't start a business. After all, freedom and happiness are more important than anything else."

“When I’m doing business, I carry a lot of burdens on my back, and I can’t even take them off.”

"You can only move forward, not back. It's actually quite painful!"

"As the saying goes, it's always cold when you're high up, but you're actually in pretty good shape right now."

Ning Yuelan comforted her softly.

Compared to the high-spirited person he was when they met half a year ago, Yan Xiaoman really seems to be a completely different person now.

But Fang Mo read an unusual flavor from Yan Xiaoman's tone.

It's hard to describe this feeling. It's probably like a little civet cat living under someone else's roof. It's not that it's lost its wildness, but that its edges have been smoothed by life.

While on the road, Yan Xiaoman would turn to the couple from time to time and take the initiative to find topics to talk about.

The general meaning is to talk about my experience in the United States in the past six months, and to describe how Qu Anran, the superior boss, has energy in the United States.

Probably the purpose is also to hope that the couple can feel at ease.

Fang Mo didn't feel any resistance, but he always felt a little weird.

Especially this feeling became more intense when Qu Anran drove left and right to a gas station.

Qu Anran said in English, "The car is out of gas," and then got out of the car and picked up the oil gun.

But about a minute later, there was a sound of "Gaden" jumping from the oil gun.

At this time, Fang Mo glanced at the oil level on the instrument panel, his eyelids trembled slightly, and then he asked silently;

"When can we go see the big boss? After listening to Miss Yan's description along the way, I'm a little more curious about your husband's immediate boss."

"If during this period in the United States, we can really have a powerful local snake to protect us, we will be able to rely on us for many troubles in the future."

"You live in an unfamiliar place and have many friends and many paths. After all, you can get an extra layer of insurance..."

Hearing this, Yan Xiaoman was startled, and then showed a meaningful smile.

"If Mr. Fang is in a hurry, I can take you to see that person today!"

Hearing this, Fang Mo's face remained calm.

I just secretly determined a few things in my heart.

Looking at Qu Anran who was chatting happily with the gas station staff outside.

Fang Mo's lip line gradually straightened, he said thank you to Yan Xiaoman, and then opened the car door.

"I'm going to the bathroom!"

After getting out of the car, Fang Mo gave Qu Anran a confused look. He was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Ning Yuelan in the car, then nodded and pointed toward the right rear of the gas station building. .

At this moment, Fang Mo was completely convinced of his suspicions.

It was inevitable that I would sigh deeply in my heart.

I secretly thought that I was still too young...

It seems that everyone in this world is untrustworthy except enemies!

Come to think of it, Yan Ruan Ruan is a member of the Ghost Cards, so how can Yan Xiaoman be a special case?

In the past, Fang Mo always thought that Yan Xiaoman, the elder sister, did not know the identity of his sister's Infernal Affairs.

Now it seems that my preconceptions were wrong from the beginning.

After entering the bathroom, Fang Mo took out Sister Ning Yu's cell phone.

After looking around, he finally settled on Sato Aoi.

"Damn it, I didn't expect that I would have to cooperate with the enemy in the end!"

Immediately afterwards, Fang Mo edited a text message and sent it using the mobile wifi here.

[I'm about to meet the big boss. Can your people go to the United States to protect my wife within forty hours? I need your absolute confidant, because I know the ultimate purpose of the ghost card]

[I have already fallen into the trap. If you don’t help me, believe me, within a month at most, the structure of this world will change drastically...]

As soon as the text message was sent, Fang Mo received a reply from Sato Cang.

【Where are you? 】

These three short words gave Fang Mo the illusion that the tip of his nose was sore and his eyes filled with tears.

Damn it, now that things have happened, it turns out that the people from the Blood Clothes Sect are the most reliable!

If the same content is sent out, whether it is sent to the National Security Bureau or the embassy.

The answer you will most likely get is to first ask about the purpose of the ghost card.

This was used to determine the authenticity of what Fang Mo said in the text message.

"Mad, fuck, Sato Ao and I have a heart-to-heart relationship, and I am playing tricks with him. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

……

The car was filled with gas and set off again towards the suburbs.

On the way, Qu Anran spoke in English the whole time, explaining to Ning Yuelan why he and Yan Xiaoman lived in the wilderness.

Sister Ning Yu didn't seem to notice much strangeness. She kept her chin in her mouth and silently responded while chatting with them.

After about half an hour's drive, Ning Yuelan suddenly felt her eyelids feel heavy.

She glanced at her husband beside her and frowned.

I thought that shouldn't be the case. I had already slept long enough on the plane. Why was I sleepy again?

Then he lost consciousness, leaned directly into Fang Mo's arms, and fell asleep.

At this moment, Fang Mocai pursed his lips and shook his body twice, as if he couldn't hold on.

He closed his eyes and leaned against the window, breathing gradually became even.

Seeing the two people in the back seat asleep, Yan Xiaoman and Qu Anran in front walked about 500 meters again before slowing down and starting a conversation.

"Time is running out. The satellite will happen tomorrow. By then, the organization's great mission will be completed. As the saying goes, one general can make thousands of trees wither. Your and my ultimate ideal will finally be realized."

After Qu Anran said this, he clicked his tongue, and there was inevitably a touch of indescribable excitement in his voice.

Hearing this, Yan Xiaoman took a deep breath;

"Actually, I didn't want to hurt them. Ning Yuelan gave me the last bit of dignity, allowing me to leave China with dignity, so that I didn't have to resort to the embarrassing method of smuggling."

"I am an entrepreneur after all, and I have my own visible identity in that society. If I leave like a lost dog, it would be a bit unseemly after all..."

Qu Anran's voice dropped, and his tone became a little heavier;

"You are a member of the organization. If you want to leave, no one can stop you. Whether you leave or not is up to you. Her kindness is not worth the years of cultivation and hard work the organization has put into you two sisters."

"But……"

Yan Xiaoman hesitated for a long time, feeling a little depressed.

He seemed to want to say something, but before he could speak, his eyes widened.

Because she looked through the rearview mirror and saw Fang Mo, who was supposed to be asleep in the back seat, suddenly getting up.

At this time, Yan Xiaoman didn't even have time to remind him, and could only watch as the young man took out the silver needle at the speed of light.

With quick eyes and quick hands, he stabbed into one of Qu Anran's acupuncture points.

thump--

Her husband, who had been talking to her just now, fell directly on the steering wheel.

At this moment, Yan Xiaoman reacted and suddenly pulled the car's handbrake.

Then she opened the passenger car storage box. Unfortunately, her actions were not as quick as Fang Mo's.

The moment his palm came into contact with a pistol, Fang Mo's big hand had already clasped his neck from behind. A stinging pain came from Yan Xiaoman's body. Yan Xiaoman felt weak and weak.

poison!

Fang Mo also poisoned me!

A heart-stopping death threat instantly filled every limb and body.

When Fang Mo turned on the chicken blood mode, his hands were like iron pliers. With a little force, he might be able to easily crush her weak throat.

Yan Xiaoman felt the threat of death and knew whose hands her life was now in.

"Is he dead?"

"Still alive! Just fainted!"

Hearing this, Yan Xiaoman swallowed her heart back into her stomach, but her mind was in a mess.

Isn't it obvious that Fang Mo has been intoxicated by the colorless and odorless sandalwood blend and fell asleep?

Why did you wake up suddenly?

Could it be that we both were exposed?

She swallowed unconsciously.

The next moment, Fang Mo's voice sounded faintly from the darkness in the back row;

"Let's talk, Miss Yan."

"Or, would it be more appropriate to call you King of Clubs?"