He kissed her body carefully and densely, topped down, leaving his own traces domineeringly in every inch.

Kiss marks, bite marks.

He could not be gentle at all, and could even be said to be rough. Such love is torture for women. Mu Linlang did not struggle, even moved, closed his eyes and let him do whatever he wanted.

But her silence attracted greater dissatisfaction from the man. Mo Yaoxun frowned very tightly, shouted a few times but didn't see her react. His black eyes sank heavily, and he simply turned her over and turned her back to him, covering her face with a pillow.

Mu Linlang didn't know how long this "punishment" had passed. His body senses were numb. He could only feel that the hearts of her legs were sticky and painful, and it was impossible to tell whether it was liquid or blood.

When he finally pushed into the release, she tilted her head and completely lost consciousness.

…………

late at night.

Deep in the forests of Las Vegas, surrounded by thorns.

Gu Huaifeng walked to a towering tree and entered the ancient tomb below from the secret passage.

The base is built under a century-old tomb, with numerous organs, birds and beasts, which are extremely gloomy.

He verified his identity and was led by the dead soldiers to the deepest base.

The bulletproof door opens to both sides.

In the modern and white main hall, a man in a gray shirt sat above the main seat, about forty years old, but looked very young, with a silver-gray eye mask on his right eye, and a handsome and elegant face on his side, and his own temperament as a noble young man.

Gu Huaifeng walked over, lowered his head slightly, "BOSS."

"Huaifeng, I'm back," the man turned around, smiled faintly, with a soft look on his face, "Have the thing?"

Gu Huaifeng handed over the black box.

The man took it, picked up the notebook and looked at it, and smiled again, "CIA still does these things for so many years, and there is no new idea."

Gu Huaifeng's eyes were slightly moved, "BOSS, have you dealt with people from CIA before?"

"Well, I've dealt with Americans."

Gu Huaifeng stared at his half-eye and asked tentatively, "Then you are..."

The man said lightly, "I am British."

British?

Gu Huaifeng was very surprised. There were very few British people here. "Have the boss lived here all the time?"

The man raised his eyebrows, "What, do you want to ask me?"

"Yes," Gu Huaifeng didn't even refute, and agreed frankly, "I'm very curious about the boss, so I asked, wondering if I could dig out something."

The man was a little surprised at his honesty. He played with the black box in his hand, as if he had remembered something, and suddenly said, "You are a bit like my brother."

Gu Huaifeng looked up at him.

"He died very early to save the person he loved." The man smiled lowly, "A dedication that absolutely no result, do you think, isn't it stupid?"

"Maybe the other party has loved it," Gu Huaifeng thought for a while and said slowly, "Only you know whether you love it or not."

The man said without thinking, "That person can't love him."

Gu Huaifeng frowned and said nothing.

After a while of silence, the man suddenly asked again, "Linlang didn't come back with you?"

"She was taken away by the Tibetan people."

"Mo Yaoxun?"

Gu Huaifeng suddenly raised his eyes, surprised that he knew that Mo Yaoxun had something to do with the Zangmen. The man saw through his thoughts at a glance and smiled faintly, "I'm very familiar with the Mo family of Zangmen."

“BOSS knows it?”

"Well," the man smiled lightly, "Of course I know."

More than just understanding.

It's been more than twenty years.
Chapter completed!