Cen Jin took out a black shoulder bag.

Wei Lai put the five pairs of clothes hangers together and raised them with a loud bang.

She brought five sets of evening gowns, all of which were long, different colors and styles, and special hard-plastic dress packaging bags, which were very large. There were five transparent shoe boxes with lids side by side at the bottom, and various colors were matched with high heels.

Cen Jin said: "Oh."

Tacitly explained: "Mr. Wei, this is a matter of personal attitude towards life. I think it is no fault for women to make themselves look good. Whether they are used to it or not is someone else's business."

That's right, Wei Lai smiled: "Miss Cen, I think we all agree that you are negotiating this trip to Somalia, not on the red carpet."

"The Saudis have a special negotiation team in Mogadishu, and the reporters won't come to photograph you. It's right for women to show their beauty, but I think you should still restrain yourself from where pirates are everywhere, so as not to attract unnecessary covetousness and trouble."

"Besides, these clothes are very good, and it would be a pity to take them out if there is a hook. After you come back, you have more time to clean up yourself, so don't rush to this moment. So there is no need to bring these."

He put the evening dress on the table next to him, piled up the shoe boxes, deliberately slowing down his movements - preparing to bargain if she objected, or symbolically ask her to bring a set.

This is also a negotiation, so there must be room for it.

Unexpectedly, Cen Jin didn't say anything.

Next is a very heavy makeup box. After opening it, it is layered and trunked, and everything is covered. There are more than a dozen perfumes just for lipsticks.

Wei Lai thought about it and put it on the table. Cen Jin's eyes were uncertain and waiting for him to explain.

"Miss Cen, Africa is already summer now. In such a hot place, no matter what you look like, your makeup will soon be covered with sweat. Instead, it will be a waste of time. I don't think there is any need to bring this... I don't think it's necessary to bring it."

Cen Jin's eyes hesitated between him and the makeup box, but she didn't say anything almost touching.

Next is...

The leather painting box was opened, and there was a stack of painting paper and pencils of different hardness, about twenty pieces.

This is a personal hobby, and he almost wanted her to keep it, but the box is indeed quite heavy, and her backpack can't fit.

After hesitating for a moment, the art box was also put on the table.

The reason is: Although Africa is generally underdeveloped, paper and pencils are not difficult to buy, so there is no need to bring them.

Cen Jin still had no intention of objection. The "simplification" was too smooth, and Wei Lai was a little confused. I wonder if she was about to explode in a concentrated manner.

He continued, with the "no need", the more and more people on the table, all of them were like a resentful woman who was thrown into the cold palace, glaring with unwilling eyes.

I accidentally turned a silk bag, but the belt was not tight, and half of the spring light inside was leaking. It was a semi-transparent low-waisted lace underwear, with a slightly pearly silver gray.

Caught out of control, Wei Lai was a little embarrassed, and quickly tied his mouth and stuffed it into her backpack.

Cen Jin suddenly stopped: "Don't, it's logical that people are transformed by monkeys. Monkeys never wear this thing, and people don't need to wear it. So, there is no need to bring it."

Wei Lai just pretended that he didn't hear him and was not inspired by her. In the service industry, he was inevitably sarcastic, and just pretended that the wind blew his hair.

After the streamlining, the backpack was a little loose. Wei Zizi wondered if it was a bit too much. After thinking about it, he opened her painting box, rolled up a stack of drawing paper and wrapped a few pencils into the side back bag of the bag.

I opened the makeup box again and suggested that she choose a lipstick belt. The reason is: If she feels uncomfortable along the way and looks bad, applying some color on her lips will still make her look energetic.

Cen Jin hooked his index finger, picked out a golden square tube from the vertical lipstick and squeezed it into his palm, saying, "Mr. Wei, is this considered a stick and a date? In time, you can also go to the negotiating table."

Wei Lai thought she was praising: "Ms. Cen has been too awarded."

It was almost time to set off. Eastern European women opened the curtain and walked out. The time was agreed. At the same time, the music suddenly sounded and cheered. The light of the flowing lamp even shone through the curtain, making the wall at this end.

Cen Jin carried his bag one shoulder, opened the small door on the side, and a small staircase inside led to the back door.

She groped and turned on the lights in the stairwell and asked him: "Mr. Wei, can I live more time with you in this way?"

With a sarcasm, he went down first. Seed suddenly became nervous, licked his lips, and told him: "Mr. Wei, please be sure to protect Miss Cen. Our boat and the people on the boat... have great hope for her..."

Wei Lai replied: "From the perspective of money, she is the employer, I am the bodyguard; from the perspective of gender, she is a woman, I am a man. No matter what angle, I will try my best to take care of her."

Said couldn't tell anything. The men and women in front of him were all masters. Compared with them, he was just an ordinary employee.

He watched the guard come to the end of the stairs, opened the gap wide by his palm, and patiently observed the movement outside the door for a while.

Then, he patted Cen Jin on the shoulder.

As the door opened and closed, before the cold air could flow in, the person had disappeared.

On the other side of the curtain, the magnificent opera sound of "Masked Dance" came, the high-pitched tenor interspersed with the rapid shortcomings of the common people in the city, and a noisy world was pressing in my ears.

Seid suddenly felt that the opera was not selected well.

——

Following the elk's tips before, he left the back door and walked down the lane. He didn't talk to Cen Jin all the way, but when he was about to get to the car, he pulled her and signaled her to stop.

Then I opened the car door and looked at the front and rear seats.

Cen Jin asked: "Are you worried about sitting in, suddenly a person in the back seat, pointing a gun at you, or cutting your throat with a knife?"

Wei said: "If I always act like this in the movie, it means that it has happened hundreds of times in reality. It's absolutely right to be careful."

He asked Cen Jin to get in the car first and drove the back compartment by himself. The elk was very attentive in his luggage, and there was also a food bag, which contained compressed biscuits, water and a kraft paper bag.

Weilai opened the mouth of the kraft paper bag, and there was a full-bolt Boreta M9, ​​a Smith Wesson Bear Claw, a first aid kit and two anesthesia syringes to inject injections.

The message paper says: Just in case, be on the way, go and do it yourself when you arrive in Africa.

Wei Lai understood his meaning. These things cannot pass the airport security check and will have to be thrown away at that time.

He pinned his gun behind his waist, closed the car with a bang, and walked around the car with his things...

Hey, Cen Jin is in the driver's seat.

He bent his fingers and knocked on the car window twice. Cen Jin glanced at him through the glass, without any intention of moving.

When he understood, the guard came and smiled, and walked around the co-pilot and got in the car.

Question: "Don't explain it?"

"I want to do some private matters."

This is not very good.

"The ship and hostages are in the hands of pirates, should we hurry up?"

Cen Jin started the car: "Mr. Wei, this is not a post-disaster rescue. You have to go to rush the golden 72 hours. The negotiations should be stable and not too hasty."

"As of this month, the pirates seized more than 200 cargo ships from various countries. Because the negotiations were not going well, the longest detention time was more than 25 months - and I only took an hour or two to do some private affairs."

The reason for sharpening the knife does not delay chopping wood is acceptable, so Wei Lai made a "please" gesture.

——

The direction of the car is to go to the city.

Wei Lai paid attention to the front and back of the car, and was sure that no one was following him. He felt that Cen Jin's death threat might come from the stalker. Data showed that leaving a familiar living environment, traveling or moving to a faraway prefecture or county or abroad is an effective way to prevent some crazy stalkers.

"Can you ask a question?"

"explain."

"That hand...you really don't recognize it?"

Cen Jin put his hand on the steering wheel and focused on the road conditions ahead: "Should I know it?"

Wei Lai felt that it was not an ordinary hand for intimidation. Because there was a tooth mark at the tiger's mouth, it was equivalent to a unique mark. The mark was usually given to people who knew it.

"You may be able to recall what was involved in your past experiences with this tooth mark."

Cen Jin frowned, and the light of the car from far and near passed through the glass, and a blurred sea of ​​light woven in her eyes.

The car bypassed the bronze statue of Amanda in the city center square, and in the dark, a lonely dove perched on the goddess's wavy curly hair.

Cen Jin seemed to remember something and hesitated, "It seems... there is..."

"For a while, I was in a bad mood and posted a lot of editorial comments. I scolded different people very fiercely..."

It turns out that she posted an editorial based on her mood.

Wei Laixin said: You also know how fierce you scold people.

"Later, they probably became anxious and specially asked someone to write an article to fight back at me, saying that this yellow woman is like a mad dog that bites everyone she sees..."

"So, is I giving me a hand with tooth marks to call me a mad dog?"

It seems...it doesn't make sense. The card says "The next one is you" to show that this is a sequence, ring, string.

The master of the hand should at least have some common characteristics with Cen Jin.

Cen Jin slowed down and the car turned into the parking lot: "But this is useless to me. If saliva can drown people, there is no need to fight in the two world wars... It doesn't matter, just scold me."

The car stopped and looked up. The smooth hotel name was painted with light pen and blended into the black high.

Rita Plaza Hotel.

Arrangement? Dining? Pick up items?

None of them, Cen Jin took him into the lobby, went upstairs, turned right, and a temporary trolley began to appear in the long passage. On the picture, a fragmented earth hung in the deep space.

The title is: The way to the earth (humans, environment and future)

Listen to the lecture?!

A table was set up at the entrance, and the registered woman whispered: "The lecture has begun. Just push the door and sit in the back row. Try to move lightly and don't make any sound..."
To be continued...