The cafe has been renovated. Because of the postmodern style of reinforced glass, it is impossible for the cafe to continue the old European-style details of the previous European style. In general, Ye Mingjing prefers the petty bourgeois atmosphere, envelope tables made of African walnut wood, white walnut single-board wooden tables or stainless steel stone tables, and strange-looking chairs. Black walnut sideboards, stainless steel bookshelves, and screens are used to partition between various tables and chairs. Because the weather is too hot, it is not the time for customers to fill up their doors, and almost no one is there.

Fortunately, Ye Mingjing didn't expect this to support herself. She posed as a hostess to greet the guests and sat down. As a result, the man chose a transparent floor-to-ceiling glass and lifted the curtains to wave to the outside. He laughed and laughed in the shabby van and got off the man and woman. However, this man was also tall but thin. His left hand was broken from his wrist, but he got off from the driver's seat. He smiled and passed by the man and woman rolling on the ground. He kicked Buck with great enthusiasm and stuffed a lit cigarette on his mouth.

Everyone can see the kind of closeness and casual relationship between these people and Buck.

Ye Mingjing envied the deep feelings while spying on English: "You... are all Buck's comrades?"

The two-meter-high man scratched his greasy and chaotic long hair: "Iron Hammer, I am his partner..." From the perspective of his appearance, he was quite honest.

And the fat old man in his forties and fifties struggled to stuff himself into his seat: "Girl, who are you from Buck?"

Ye Mingjing is clever: "Do you know that China has a polygamy marriage system from ancient times to the present? That girl is also your comrade-in-arms?" After all, it seems that apart from that girl, these two people have standard European appearances.

Fang Lingying is average in English and has a level of vocabulary. She sits beside her with her ears erect and listens with her ears. Mou Chenfei casually looks at the man and woman outside in the sun. While using a text message to notify her driver, assistant and secretary to come to the cafe to support her, she sends a message to pass on the latest updates to her parents.

Xiang Wan was much calmer than when she heard that Mou Chenfei had hit her eldest wife yesterday. She casually ordered a glass of warm water and then translated softly. Zhou Xiaoli and the younger sister blinked their eyes and admired Ye Mingjing's courage.

The thin, short-lived arm had already walked in and smiled shyly. Seeing that the sleeve tube that was still in his forties or fifty years and had no palms tied a knot on his pocket, the fat old man pointed at him casually: "Chris is Natasha's uncle, I am Natasha's father Peter... Are you Buck's Chinese wife?"

Ah? If a comrade-in-arms friend can still accept polygamy from a bad friend with a smile, this is Buck's foreign father-in-law, and a slap can make Ye Mingjing into a yo-yo giant figure that is extremely shocking!

Ye Mingjing's hand shaking the tabletop clearly trembled, swallowing her saliva with difficulty, and her voice was a little trembling: "He... thought she was killed and finally got married, I..." She was still tough, and simply pointed at the girls across the two or three tables: "We are all his wives!"

The three big men turned from Ye Mingjing to the other side in surprise. When they heard Xiang Wan's translation, Zhou Xiaoli, the shortest, couldn't help but straighten her back, but found that the two girls next to her were also standing upright, and waved her hand and slapped her butt: "I'm not going to serve tea yet!"

The little girl ran away with a whisper.

Buck was also slapped in the face by a tall girl, but the gentler the slap would be as warm as it would be: "You don't go home to check it out? You don't even call one? You know I saw corpses everywhere. When Bakarev's helicopter exploded into so many fragments, if he hadn't been pregnant, he would have shot himself long ago!"

Buck spread out into big characters on the hot ground. He wanted to put his arm around the other person's waist, but he didn't have any strength. His whole body was so limp that he seemed to be in a dream. He could only try his best to touch the place he could touch. Well, it was the girl's butt. He looked at the coffee shop from afar through the glass, and he looked so anxious.

In fact, Buck just pinched it and wanted to confirm that it was true. He was hit by ecstasy, infatuation, and dreams, and his brain was blank. It was as if his fingers were climbing hard, climbing dullly along the girl's back and climbing onto the girl's head. His fingers, which were slightly raised, were inserted into the girl's thick black hair, opened his mouth, wanted to respond, wanted to speak, and asked, but his throat was blocked tightly, as if he could not make a sound, leaving only the harsh saliva trembling sound, his eyes greedily looking at his face close to him, and countless emotions were about to come out!

But the body is like in a dream. The more anxious you are, the more haste you are, the less you can't do it. The plump mood is so anxious that it seems like your head is about to explode, and the cigarette butt stuffed with Chris in his mouth fell next to him!

The girl's anxiousness also slowed down with the gentle gesture: "Fortunately... they grabbed me and said that you must be the one who shot so many people in the village. I opened every body to look for you, and also found witnesses who said you were still alive and the helicopter was knocked out before landing... They saw you running away in a daze, I knew you ran away... But I don't know if you are still alive... Do you know how tormented I am?"

The familiar Russian pronunciation, countless dreams of tone, the body touch that I had forced to suppress and forget, the weight of the body pressing on Buck, plus the dazzling sunshine of his head tilted, the emotions accumulated in Buck suddenly burst out from his eyes, and two lines of hot tears rolled out!

Buck, who struggled hard and could only wave his head, was trembling like an old man, and the tears on his face reflected light in the sun!

The man doesn't cry easily. Perhaps when he witnessed the helicopter explosion, all his grief was suppressed and dispersed by the crazy killing and later wandering, but in fact, it has been buried in his heart and frozen in his heart.

The emotions that I had tried to express in various ways are finally released. As soon as the tears came out, Buck couldn't help it, and his hands were helplessly hitting the stone beside him: "I... miss you... ah, I... miss you so much, you... Na... Ta... Sha." It was like a child, crying foolishly in the sunshine in the daytime.

Ah Nu didn't walk away, and was sitting on the stone steps outside the cafe with a vigilant holding the puppy. He couldn't understand Russian, but he seemed to be able to understand the emotions contained in the shouting and crying. The young man who seemed to be cold forever also lowered his head, as if he had remembered someone, was he the family in the bamboo building, or the old cow who walked away silently?

The tall girl had already turned over and rode on Buck's waist, and lay on his chest, wiped away the tears from Buck's face like coaxing a child, and hummed softly in a Russian tune: "The moon rises and hangs in the sky, and the darkness also leaves. The tender birds and young children are asleep peacefully..." The face that looks as tender as a girl is full of mother's glory, making Buck look like a fool.

The girl who was already skilled in coaxing children not to cry proudly conspired to her man, and reached out to support her with domineering support on both sides of Buck's head and pressed her heavy chest against her face: "We will never be separated again! Right?"

Buck could only nod and nodded hard to agree!

He kicked his legs hard and said that he was so happy that he was suffocating!

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Chapter completed!