"Okay!" Putting away the gun on her waist, the long-haired beauty made an OK gesture, "I'll take over, godson, remember to save time, I have an appointment with someone to have hot pot tonight."
"I understand, godmother."
Then, the man looked a little impatient - in an Italian city, insisting on going to a Chinese restaurant for a hot pot dinner, what kind of weird taste is this?
Speaking of which, his current godmother, Miss Tang, who is the acting head of the mercenary Tang clan, has never followed an ordinary path.
"Thirty minutes." Tang Shuang's expression became solemn at this moment. He looked at him and said in a low voice, "Shitou, they have self-explosion bombs and anti-hazard bombs placed in advance. Don't be reluctant to fight. If you can't find anyone within fifteen minutes, just
Come back, do you understand?"
"Godmother," Nangong Tou replied with a smile, "I have to say, you gave me too much time."
Too many...
Before Tang Shuang could reply, he looked up and saw that the black shadow as fast as the wind had disappeared from sight and dived into the woods.
She let out a long sigh, lowered her head, and her black hair poured down like a waterfall, covering her fair and beautiful face, her expression was full of defeat——
Her standard half-hour lunch break was wasted again...
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When Yan Xiaoyu arrived at the building where Brando presided over the organization's office, he saw Brando alone in the huge conference hall, sitting on the black leather sofa at the front.
He raised his head slightly and embedded his head into the soft black leather. He had changed his clothes at this time. It was pure black cotton fabric with a slight Republican style robe. The shoulders were well contoured and the chest was dark gray with gilt buttons.
, bringing a bit of rigidity to the transparent black all over his body... The tall and straight corners of the hanging robe made his whole person more harmonious. He didn't even realize that he was in such an era.
There is nothing inappropriate or weird about wearing such clothes.
Xiaoyu is just surprised and amazed by this man's ability to look good in any outfit he wears.
She didn't know that a man could carry a clean and tidy temperament at all times, and that every piece of clothing and even every accessory he wore could complement each other without being out of place.
This is a kind of talent, and it is also a quality bestowed by God on people.
Brando leaned on the back of his chair and closed his eyes. He didn't know whether he was thinking or taking a nap. When Xiaoyu walked to the glass door of the conference room and opened the door, he realized that he was enjoying music with his eyes closed.
I don't know what kind of music it is, but I just feel that the music has a weird sound, the mode is changeable, the ensemble is sad and shrill, and it's sad everywhere.
Brando closed his eyes and listened very fascinatedly. It seemed that he didn't even notice the little fish coming in.
Yan Xiaoyu said nothing, holding the cake box and standing there waiting quietly.
After waiting for nearly ten minutes, when the last cry with a soft and lingering cry fell to the ground, Brando finally opened his eyes——
When he saw Xiaoyu, he was not surprised at all. He just smiled and asked, "Why don't you sit down and listen?"
It turned out that he knew she had come in early. Xiaoyu shook his head and explained, "I'm sorry to disturb you. Besides, I don't understand."
"I don't understand..." He seemed to laugh at Xiaoyu's words. He shook his head, sat up straight and said to her, "How could the greatest artist in the world not understand my music?"
His music?
"Did you compose this piece?" Xiaoyu was surprised and waved his hand, "I'm not an artist. I only learned a little from my sister when she studied classical music. I couldn't understand anything..."
As he said that, he became confused again and hesitated: "How could you write... such a sad tune..."
Is he also someone who has experienced sadness and has a story?
But isn't his love, Jane, always by his side?
"It's not sad," Brando corrected, shaking his head, "it's sweet."
"Sweet?" Xiao Yu frowned, "There are only two musical instruments used in the whole song. One is the piano, which is the instrument with the richest and most delicate emotional expression in the world; the other is the most sad and melodious instrument in the world.
The musical instrument is the cello. This piece of your music uses a lot of minor chords and blues scales, which are all expressions of extremely gloomy emotions in the music..."
"Written many years ago," Brando interrupted her and said lightly, "At that time, I thought a person had died."
Xiaoyu was startled, and for some reason he thought about the battle that took place many years ago when the dispute between the Tenth Prison and the Black Terrorist Nameless School led to the destruction of the war, and his expression paused slightly.
Perhaps it was at that time that Jane also suffered a life-threatening death, so Brando was so worried.
"By the way, cake..." She did not continue the topic, put the cake on the table, pushed it forward, and said seriously, "I will give you a gift for Jane, a birthday cake."
Brando did not answer her words, but whispered to himself, "I thought I would never see this person again, so every time I played this song, I regarded her memory as a kind of sweetness. Now...
…”
His eyes calmed down and fell firmly on her face, "No need."
Xiaoyu couldn't understand what he said at all, but she just knew that the way he looked at her was very heavy and cautious. In fact, what she saw in his eyes was no one else, not Jane, only herself.
Her Yan Xiaoyu is right.
Her mind was in a mess. She couldn't figure out what was going on, so she stood in front of the table and thought in confusion. When she felt urgent and raised her eyes to say goodbye to him, she felt a sudden coldness invade her left cheek...
Turning around, I saw Brando's handsome face very close at hand.
Before she had time to dodge, his cold and soft lips landed on her cheek, taking away a fragrant kiss that left no lingering fragrance but a trace.
Even though it was just a peck on the cheek, the little fish was still stunned, jumped away in one breath, stared at him and growled, "Brando, what are you doing!"
"Thank you." He touched his lips with a half-smile on his lips, "Thank you little black cat for your hard work in making the cake for me."
"I said I was just here to give you the cake for Jane..."
"Then of course I have to accept this gratitude for her." Brando accepted her words and smiled at her.
Xiaoyu was a little angry, looked at him and said, "Why are you laughing?"
"I seem to like this gift very much." Brando continued to smile, so rare that his eyes even curved into crescents, "What should I do?"
What should I do? What can I do? Just eat it!
Xiaoyu opened his mouth to answer, but saw that Brando had spontaneously opened the rope that tied the cake, and started to insert the candles on the birthday cake by himself.
Taking a look at the number of candles, he was the same age as Master Tou.
"Sing me a song."
As if it was his first birthday, Brando half-supported his chin with one hand and looked at Xiaoyu's eyes with great interest.