Fang Han's big hand gently stroked the back of her hand, like caressing a baby, trying to calm her tension. If this continues, it will affect tomorrow's actions.

He had a premonition of the danger of action, and she needed to cheer up. If she was distracted or slow to react, she would be dangerous.

After a few strokes, her tight and stiff body became soft and relaxed. Fang Han breathed a sigh of relief, let go of his hand, and still hugged her.

It was not until her body became hotter and she twisted gently that Fang Han realized something was wrong. Her body emitted a faint fragrance, which was a sign of emotion.

Ordinary people cannot smell this breath, and Fang Han can clearly feel it when he smells sensitively.

Men like Ingret, they like warm and soft jade in their arms. It is a problem that animals are worse than animals.

Fang Han took a deep breath and suppressed his impulse. She was not his girlfriend, and she had enough trouble and could not cause any more trouble.

He rolled to the side and left Ingret's sweet and soft body. The faint fragrance was still in front of his nose. Melancholy and indifference surged up like a tide, driving him to turn around.

He gritted his teeth and rolled to the side again.

Ingret turned his head and looked at her. In the darkness, her eyes were as bright as water, her cheeks were as red as drunk, and her charming and gentle as heartbreaking.

Fang Han could see clearly at night, and he could see clearly. Melancholy and reluctance swept over again. The impulse was like a flood, constantly rushing to his mind.

Fang Han took a deep breath and turned his eyes away, not daring to look at her.

Ingret was moved like fire, his limbs twisted, and a "shenyin" faintly appeared in his throat, floating in the quiet room.

"Fang Han..." she called softly.

Fang Han said: "Tomorrow you go back to the military camp and wait for me, and I will go back if I succeed..."

Ingret suddenly leaned his head, his red lips blocked his mouth, his tender and fragrant tongue hooked his tongue, and "shenyin" came from his throat.

Fang Han sighed inwardly. Removed his guard. At this time, rejection is an enemy, so just act as a dream!

He turned over and pressed down, took off Ingret's clothes in a few seconds, revealing his snow-white body. "Shuangfeng" stood proudly in the darkness, with two bright red spots trembling.

He sucked the red cherry and stroked his hands. Ingret was melted by the scorching heat of his palms, soft as if he had no bones. A "bobo" electric current moved in his body. He couldn't help but "shenyin".

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The next morning, Ingret woke up and found himself snuggling in Fang Han's arms.

The warmth emitted by Fang Han's body wrapped her, quiet, safe and warm. A feeling that never happened came. She lay lazily and did not move, and she had never felt so comfortable before.

The madness of last night seemed so unreal, but it was clearly imprinted in my mind. Fang Han seemed to have infinite physical strength, and sent himself to "gaochao" again and again until his voice was hoarse and could hardly scream. His body was as soft as mud, and he had no more strength.

I didn't expect that I would feel so comfortable when I woke up in the morning, and my body seemed to be floating up, without any weight, and I had never been in such a good state.

Fang Han slowly opened his eyes, smiled, and gently kissed her earlobe.

Ingret turned around and drilled out of his arms, covered his snow-white body with a quilt, and looked at him quietly.

Fang Han smiled: "What's wrong?"

"Can you forget last night?" Ingret asked seriously.

Fang Han looked at her and nodded with a smile: "I tried hard to forget."

Ingret said: "We are just "yiyeqiong", nothing has changed!"

Fang Han restrained his smile and said lightly: "Okay."

He felt more and more difficult to understand. Last night, the morning of Kuangliu was cold and frosty. He changed his entire person. He couldn't guess Ingret's thoughts, nor did he want to use mind reading skills, so he could only respect her ideas.

Ingret quickly put on his clothes, Fang Han quickly put on his clothes, moved his mind away from last night, and focused on his business.

"I'll get things." Ingret whispered and hurriedly left.

Fang Han stared at her graceful back. She tried hard to pretend to be serious and conceal her guilt, but she showed her hair and felt not as calm as she looked on.

He went to the street corner to buy breakfast, and when Ingret came back, the two of them had breakfast together.

Ingret brought back two items, an electronic chip and a lead.

Fang Han held two things and sensed them separately, and nodded after a long time.

"Is it useful?" Ingrit asked.

Fang Han nodded: "Try it."

"What should I do?" Ingrit asked, the original plan was no longer suitable.

Fang Han said: "Go to find him directly!"

Ingret pondered: "Drive and escape quickly!"

Once the assassination is successful, they need to escape to the military camp as soon as possible, and then leave by special plane. No one protects them before entering the military camp, and everything depends on themselves.

Fang Han shook his head: "Driving first, get off from far away, the driving target is too big."

Ingrid nodded. When she was with Fang Han, she was used to listening to Fang Han and felt that he was thinking more carefully than herself.

The two left the dirt house and dressed neatly again, covering their faces with headscarves, and wrapped them tightly, only revealing their eyes.

Fang Han seemed to be walking aimlessly, the car went east and north for a while, stopped and went around, and soon came to a market and parked the car by the side of the road.

There are many markets in the city, one area, and it is very lively. Children's play, adults' scolding, and bargaining, shouting and scolding each other, and mixing together to form noisy.

Fang Han and Ingret slowly walked to a watermelon stall.

The man who sold watermelon was a man in his thirties. He took off the scarf from his face, greeted the people coming and going with a smile, and shouted hard and enthusiastically.

Fang Han and Ingret came to the watermelon stall. He squatted down and reached out to knock on the watermelon. After a while, he picked out one and handed it to the watermelon seller: "Cut it into a few pieces for me."

"No problem." The man enthusiastically took the watermelon, and a few "swish" knifes, the watermelon turned into eight pieces, and the juice flowed out.

The watermelon knife in his hand is long and bright, and it is cold and can cut watermelons, probably easy to cut.

Fang Han took it, handed it half to Ingret, and then rushed to Xiaoxiao, the watermelon seller. The two continued to walk forward without rushing to eat.

After walking for more than twenty steps, Fang Han stopped, glanced left and right a few times, and whispered: "That was just now."

"What?" Ingret turned his head and glared at him.

Fang Han said: "It's him! You stay here, I'll do it."

Ingret said: "Get on now?"

Fang Han waved to a young man.

The young man looked arrogant and glared at him dissatisfiedly: "Friend, what's wrong?!"

Fang Han took out a stack of money from his arms, took out half of it and handed it to him: "Did you see that guy? Break his nose and knock him out his teeth, and the remaining half is yours!"

Fang Han pointed to a strong middle-aged man not far away, who was selling apples. His face was gloomy and he looked impatient.

"Is it okay? I'll wait for your good news!" Fang Han patted the young man's shoulder.

The young man's body was numb, and Fang Han's palms fell down like a stone. He grinned and laughed, "No problem!"

He strode over, picked an apple and sent it directly to his mouth to eat. He immediately angered the strong middle-aged man. The two of them started arguing and started a fight.

Both of them were full of power. Once they took action, they quickly affected the surroundings and suddenly became a mess, and people gathered around to watch the fun.

Ingret stood aside. Fang Hanze came to the small stall selling watermelons.

The owner of the watermelon stall was greeting him enthusiastically with the watermelon knife. Fang Han could feel that he was Brooks. Although he had no connection with his appearance, he was gentle and elegant, and the other was full of wild energy, and he was not alone at all.

Fang Han believed that he felt that it was not only the breath of chips, but also the breath of meeting him at the beginning, and he was sure that the watermelon vendor in front of him was Brooks.

Seeing Fang Han coming, Brooks asked enthusiastically: "Is the watermelon delicious?"

Fang Han said: "There are insects inside!"

"Word?" Brooks smiled. He had never heard of watermelons with bugs. It was so strange that he came over to see it.

Fang Han pressed the watermelon on his face, grabbed his hair, and punched him in the left chest.

"Puff!" Brooks spit out a mouthful of blood, but under the cover of watermelon juice, no one could see anything unusual. The blood arrow sprayed on Fang Han's clothes.

Brooks was so soft that he couldn't exert his strength, so he supported himself with a knife. Fang Han picked up a watermelon and left quickly. While walking, he chewed the watermelon, and the juice was everywhere. When it fell on his clothes, it turned red.

He watched his steps calmly, but his speed was extremely fast. He was walking through the crowd, and he had already left a long way in the blink of an eye. The people who rushed over to support Brooks had just rushed to Brooks.

They asked in a verbal way whether they would chase after him and kill the boy. Brooks leaned on the long knife in both hands and did not speak, frowned, and his eyes flashed.

They asked for a while, but he was still not talking. People felt something was wrong and pushed him. He fell down softly and lost his breath.

Fang Han hugged Ingret and walked away.

"Kill him?"

"Um."

"Kill him with just one punch?"

Fang Han smiled and said, "One punch is enough."

"Can't you save it?"

Fang Han said: "The heart is broken, unless you change your heart immediately!"

The two of them walked away while talking. Ingret felt that his feet were not stuck on the ground, and he was pulled forward by Fang Han like a kite.

They got into the car and drove slowly. Before Brooks' men caught up, they rushed into the barracks and returned to New York on military planes.
To be continued...