The Divine Eye for Appreciating Treasures: Starting from Escape from Northern Myanmar

When Heigou received the task from Huang Yongsheng, there was not much expression on his face.

He has been in the business for many years and has become accustomed to this kind of "business".

A reward of five million was undoubtedly a considerable sum for him, not to mention that the target seemed quite "simple".

He sat in the car, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, calculating in his mind. Five million, for a seemingly "silly" goal, this was like pie in the sky.

A trace of disdainful smile appeared on Heigou's lips, thinking that this Young Master Huang was really generous. He was willing to pay such a high price for a seemingly insignificant person.

He glanced at the information in his hand, which detailed the target's name, appearance and recent whereabouts.

In his opinion, this information was simply redundant. He had already learned the details of the target from Huang Yongsheng, an ordinary person with no background and no threat.

Hei Gou lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled. He looked through the car window at the bustling crowd downstairs of the hotel, waiting in his heart. He knew that the target would appear sooner or later, and all he had to do was wait quietly and then hit it.

As time went by, the black dog became calmer and calmer.

He no longer thought about those unimportant things, but instead concentrated on waiting for the target to appear.

In the room, Zhou Xiran had quietly laid down on one side of the big bed. She closed her eyes slightly, trying to make her breathing even, as if she had really fallen asleep.

However, her heartbeat involuntarily quickened, like a deer beating wildly in her chest.

As the sound of running water in the bathroom gradually faded away, she knew that the man was about to walk out of the bathroom.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and every step seemed to be stepping on her heart, making her feel nervous and expectant.

She tried her best to remain calm, but her body tensed up involuntarily.

She could clearly hear her own heartbeat, which echoed in the quiet room as if it was the only melody.

Finally, the man walked to the bed, and Zhou Xiran felt a warm breath approaching.

A man and a woman alone, lying on a bed, how could they not have any other thoughts? Zhou Xiran felt the man standing next to her, but slowly heard footsteps again. The man walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and then pulled up the curtain.

Until the footsteps came again, Zhang Fan looked at Zhou Xiran who was pretending to sleep. If it was any other girl, he would have pounced on her long ago, but she, even if she had the idea, couldn't move for the time being. She looked a little more adorable in this way.

My squad leader has already arranged people to come over. It turns out that he has something to hide. He can't help it. Now he is just waiting for the fox to show its ponytail.

Zhang Fan stayed by the bed for a moment, his eyes lingering on Zhou Xiran's face.

Knowing that she was not really asleep, but just pretending to be asleep.

He walked away quietly and turned to the other side of the bed.

He gently lifted a corner of the quilt and lay down carefully.

Although there was still some distance between him and Zhou Xiran, in this narrow space, the distance between the two seemed to be infinitely shortened.

Zhang Fan could clearly feel the faint fragrance emanating from her body and her slightly rising and falling breathing.

However, Zhou Xiran beside him was not as relaxed as he was.

Although she pretended to be asleep, her heart was as restless as the raging sea.

She had never slept in a bed with a man before, and at this moment she felt nervous and excited.

She could feel the masculine aura emanating from Zhang Fan, which was an experience she had never had before.

Her heart beat faster, as if it was going to jump out of her chest.

She didn't know how to face this strange feeling. She felt both excited and disappointed, and her mood was extremely complicated.

As the night deepened, the lights in the room gradually dimmed.

Zhang Fan and Zhou Xiran both lay quietly on the bed without making any sound.

Zhou Xiran slowly opened her eyes, bit her red lips, and slowly approached Zhang Fan.

Soon there was a slight movement inside the quilt.

Zhang Fan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling.

"Don't play with fire."

Just because I refrained from touching her doesn't mean I don't have any feelings for her. If I had touched her, she would have been lying on the ground crying and begging for mercy.

Now he actually dares to do some small actions, and these small actions make him unable to control his heart.

After he said this, Zhou Xiran seemed to become even bolder.

It seemed as if he wanted to make himself angry and then start doing something to her.

Her movements were so immature, and it was obvious that she really didn't know anything. Maybe she just heard how to do it, or maybe she heard it from her best friend.

This kind of immaturity gave Zhang Fan a different feeling.

Just as Zhang Fan felt his heart beating faster and seemed to be completely overwhelmed by this sudden ambiguous atmosphere, the ringing of a cell phone broke the delicate silence.

The ringtone did not come from Zhang Fan's phone, but from Zhou Xiran.

The constant vibration and ringing seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet night.

Zhou Xiran frowned slightly, her face still having a faint blush from her time with Zhang Fan. She tried to ignore this sudden interruption, but the ringing seemed to be getting more and more urgent, constantly impacting her auditory nerves.

She had to slowly crawl out of the warm bed. Her skin, which was originally slightly red from the heating, looked even more delicate in the cold air.

She glanced at the phone screen, but couldn't see the caller ID, only a flashing number. She was a little confused, who would call at this time?

Zhou Xiran felt a little embarrassed. After all, she was only wrapped in a thin bath towel at the moment and was almost defenseless.

But she couldn't just ignore it, so she quickly picked up the towel, wrapped herself tightly, and hurried into the bathroom.

The bathroom was filled with steam, and the mist on the mirror blurred her face.

She stood in front of the mirror, quickly combed her messy hair, then took a deep breath and answered the phone.

Her voice echoed in the bathroom, with a hint of subtle nervousness and shyness.

She had just felt that the man was losing control and was about to take her away. She felt both scared and excited.

There was such a beautiful woman next to him, but he didn't react at all. He must have been very shocked. When my best friend was with him, I was stunned by the details. Am I not as attractive as other women?

But I just touched him and felt how terrifying he is. Now I'm scared. I'm really afraid that he can't control himself and attack me. I'm not as strong as my best friend, so I'm very worried.

This call came at the perfect time.