Zhao Ziyang, who learned the real cause of An Qier's injury, called Flash Point and walked outside the hospital. The two went straight to the flower shop and asked for all the roses in the flower shop, enough to turn the ward into a sea of ​​flowers. However, Zhao Ziyang was not satisfied and pulled

Flashpoint continued to walk to each flower shop and bought all the roses.

"Boss, you are more romantic than the French." Flashpoint commented on Zhao Ziyang.

"Really? Do you think I'm handsome enough?" Zhao Ziyang raised his hands to let Flash Point see his clothes clearly.

He was wearing a large hospital gown, and there was no way he looked chic from the inside out.

"No, no, no," Flashpoint shook his head and said, "Romantic and chic cannot be equated. If romance is possible only if you are handsome and handsome, then I can only be romantic, and no one is qualified to be romantic except me, hahaha...

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Zhao Ziyang extended his middle finger to Flash Point, took out Flash Point's card and swiped the account.

After finishing these things, the two of them walked back, but Zhao Ziyang was obviously absent-minded and almost collided with other people's cars several times while driving.

"Hey, boss, be careful, be careful, we are driving a BMW, not an HMMWV modified by Pandora!" Flash Point protested against Zhao Ziyang's rampant driving.

But as soon as he uttered this protest, he noticed that Zhao Ziyang stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and then saw the pointer slide from 60 to 80, and then to 100, 120, 140, 160, 180...

On the city highway, Zhao Ziyang raised the speed to the highest speed without any scruples and started racing alone.

Flash Point quickly buckled his seat belt tightly and looked at the passing vehicles with a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"Good driving skills, haha..."

Before Flashpoint could finish laughing, he felt violent friction between the tires and the ground, and the entire body of the car completed a drift, reversed direction, and rushed forward.

"Oh my God! Damn it!" Looking at the big truck driving towards him, Flashpoint cursed: This is not playing with cars, this is courting death!

There are a lot of vehicles on the urban roads. If you are not careful, you will hit someone and knock him over, ranging from being disabled to death, let alone entering the wrong lane and speeding. No one dares to do this during the day, and those professional drag racing people only dare to do so.

If you go on the reverse route at night and play an exciting gambling game, you will definitely lose your life if you play during the day.

But Zhao Ziyang didn't speak at all. He only had one action: controlling the steering wheel with lightning speed with both hands, without even touching the gear, and never letting go of the accelerator.

So Flashpoint will say whether Zhao Ziyang is risking his life or risking his own death.

"Boom", a heavy truck passed by and collided with the BMW.

There is no problem with normal collisions, but after more than 200 horses, the collision is no longer the case. The car body shook violently under the collision and rushed straight to the green belt on the edge of the road.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak..." The tires skidded, making a squeaking sound, and bursts of unpleasant green smoke emitted.

"Ah!..." Flashpoint let out a cry of fear or excitement, his mouth wide open.

Zhao Ziyang, on the other hand, stared straight ahead, holding the steering wheel with both hands to keep going straight, using one foot on the accelerator and one foot on the brake to control the slipping tires.

Unfortunately, these were of no use. The BMW drove directly through the green belt and into the shopping mall, knocking down the college students in the shopping mall.

"Boom..." A dull voice sounded, and the BMW hit the edge of the elevator and finally stopped. Those in the mall looked at the car that suddenly broke in in silence. The scene just now scared them.

Zhao Ziyang in the car pushed off the air mattress on his chest and got out of the car. He looked around and found that there were clothes sellers here. He didn't care about other people's opinions. He went straight to the men's clothing section and picked out a suit to put on. Then he smiled at the salesperson.

Said: "I feel good, how about you?"

The salesperson looked at Zhao Ziyang blankly, wondering what he meant by saying this. Was he going on a date with him?

After saying this, Zhao Ziyang took out his card to pay the bill, and quickly disappeared from the back door with Flash Point, who was dizzy.

"Boss, you are a bastard!" Flashpoint scolded Zhao Ziyang.

However, Zhao Ziyang's face was full of threats, and he didn't care about Flash scolding him. He was using nervous stimulation to relieve his emotions. In fact, his palms were also full of sweat.

Walking into the ward, Zhao Ziyang saw Angel, who was still looking at Big Big Wolf with interest, and smiled brightly at him.

"Is this cartoon good to watch?"

"It looks good." Angel nodded, grabbed Zhao Ziyang's hand and said with a smile: "Hong Tailang is so fierce, he always hits Big Big Wolf with a pan."

"Really?" Zhao Ziyang kissed Angel gently on the cheek and whispered: "Fortunately Hong Taro doesn't have a pistol, otherwise it would be terrible."

This sentence had a very profound meaning, but An Qier didn't think there was anything wrong at all. It was normal for her to be angry and shoot someone, even Zhao Ziyang was no exception.

"What did Dr. Lawrence tell you?" Angel turned off the TV and asked Zhao Ziyang.

"Oh, it's nothing. He asked me if I needed surgery to remove the shrapnel in my body." Zhao Ziyang looked relaxed.

"You can't do surgery." Angel shook her head and said, "If you do surgery to remove the shrapnel, your body functions will decline in a short time because there are too many shrapnel and you can't remove them all."

"I thought so too, so I rejected him." Zhao Ziyang smiled slightly and said to Angel with a mysterious expression on his face: "If you close your eyes for a minute, I will give you a surprise."

An Qier glanced at Zhao Ziyang strangely, and then chose to close her eyes obediently.

Within a minute, Angel heard the messy footsteps in the ward, and a familiar scent of flowers reached her nostrils, and she couldn't help but smile happily as a girl.

"Okay, open your eyes." Zhao Ziyang gently pinched Angel's nose.

My eyes slowly opened, and what came in was a beautiful fiery red. There were roses everywhere, some in full bloom, some in bud. These roses turned the ward into a sea of ​​red. No, no, no, it's not just the ward.

, on the windowsill, on the trees outside the window, wherever you look, there are red roses symbolizing love.

"Thank you!" Angel's eyes flashed with crystal blue, revealing all the joy and happiness in her heart.

Zhao Ziyang stretched out his palm, revealing the angel heart: "Don't throw it away, because I really can't find anyone else who can match it, except my little angel."

Angel raised her neck and asked Zhao Ziyang to put on the angel heart named after her.

"Put your head over here." Angel hooked her fingers at Zhao Ziyang.

Zhao Ziyang stretched his head over as instructed, and was immediately hugged by Angel's arms around his neck, followed by a moist lip seal. Angel rewarded Zhao Ziyang with a deep and passionate kiss, which was the greatest response she could give now.

"How could Captain Night Rose fall in love with the leader? Damn it, there must be something wrong with the leader's eyes..."

"Flash Point, don't you think it's very unsightly to stand here?" Zhao Ziyang pointed at Flash Point leaning against the door without turning his head.

"Ha, boss, I am blessing you. I wish you and Captain Night Rose will have a happy marriage and give birth to a little special soldier or a little Rose soon, hahaha..."

Zhao Ziyang's body shook and his expression changed.

"What's wrong?" Angel asked strangely.

"It's nothing, your lips are more fragrant than roses." Zhao Ziyang smiled and kissed Angel deeply.

These rare days were quite leisurely. Zhao Ziyang gave full play to all his strengths. He went to a Chinese restaurant every day to borrow pots and stoves to cook Chinese food for Angel. He kept Angel in his mouth, and even learned to nibble Chinese butter with Zhao Ziyang.

And he said it was delicious.

She was curious about why Zhao Ziyang could cook, but when she found out that Zhao Ziyang had been cooking for herself since he was 9 years old, she hugged him tightly and asked to go to China to thank the parents who trained Zhao Ziyang.

This kind of man is not only rare in China, but also very rare anywhere in the world, not because he can cook, but because he can cook while fighting in the iron-blooded war outside.

When Angel's injury was recovering under careful care, an uninvited guest came to the Red Cross Hospital. This man Zhao Ziyang had a relationship with him once before. It was Sir Philip who he met in the London Night Division.

"I'm glad that Captain Night Rose's injury has recovered." Sir Philip, who arrived uninvited, put a bouquet of flowers in the vase with a friendly smile on his face.

When he saw Philip on the first day of the new year, Zhao Ziyang didn't think about who he was. Although he was surrounded by foreigners, unfortunately he still couldn't get rid of the problem that foreigners' faces were all very different. But the other person's elegant clothes and his trademark nobility and arrogance

Her tone and expression gave him a familiar feeling in his mind.

"Sir Philip, thank you for the flowers." Angel nodded to Philip, her face as cold as before.

Only then did Zhao Ziyang remember who Philip was. He smiled and extended his right hand to Philip, but he was wondering why this British nobleman came to him.

"Please forgive me for being an uninvited guest." Philip bowed slightly and shook Zhao Ziyang's hand. He took out his phone, dialed a number and handed it to Zhao Ziyang and said, "I was introduced by Luca. She said you can help me."

Zhao Ziyang answered the phone and heard the voice of Linghu coming from inside.

"Special Forces, I introduced you to a big business, remember to give me 20% of the introduction fee. I am very short of money now, very short of money."

"Where are you now?" Zhao Ziyang asked.

"Oxford Town, I won't tell you anymore, I'm very busy, help me say hello to little Angel, that's it, bye."

Zhao Ziyang returned the phone to Phillip and stretched out his hand to indicate that he could talk somewhere else.

The three of them came to the room specially prepared by the Red Cross for lurkers. Basically no one came here, and it was only possible to get it in exchange for large donations.

"Sir Philip, what kind of help do you need?" Zhao Ziyang took out a bottle of red wine from the closet, shook it and said: "Lafite 1982, you have to use the best wine for distinguished guests. I think you will like it.

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"Yes, I like it very much." Philip nodded reservedly, smiled, and said to Angel: "But what I like most is that Captain Night Rose is doing well. This can be considered my blessing."

"Thank you." Angel, who was sitting on the sofa with her back straight and her hands folded on her legs, thanked her reservedly, releasing the noble aura of being born into a noble family.

You have to treat everyone the same way. Although lurkers are very powerful, in many cases you have to make your employer feel that you are not a bunch of rough guys. Of course, in Afghanistan you have to be as brave as a lion, in the Persian Gulf

You have to be like a nouveau riche, in America you have to be like cowboys, in Africa you have to be like warlords, in Europe you have to be like aristocrats.

"I wonder who the leader of Ye Rose's family is..." Philip asked in surprise when he saw Angel's sitting posture.

"It's just a small family in Germany, not worth mentioning." Angel said naturally, with a hint of arrogance on her cold face.

Nobles and nobles are always the same, and they can feel each other's aura. In ancient Europe, even a declining noble would be respected by others, even the king. The noble represents a family's

Cultural heritage is the most precious and worthy of pride.

"Sir Philip, can you guess what my family is?" Zhao Ziyang interrupted Philip's continued questioning and changed the topic while pouring red wine. He knew that Angel was unwilling to tell her family.

"You?" Philip looked at Zhao Ziyang and asked doubtfully: "What family are you from? Oh, I'm really sorry, I don't know much about Chinese aristocrats, but can you tell me about it?"

Passing half a glass of red wine as red as blood to Philip, Zhao Ziyang poured another glass of water for Angel, held his own wine glass and sat down with Angel in his arms.

"No, I am not a noble, I am a royal family."

"Royal family?!" Philip's expression changed, showing respect from the bottom of his heart.

"Yes, that's right, the Zhao royal family, which has been passed down for thousands of years, is just worthless now, hahaha..." Zhao Ziyang burst out laughing, he was joking.

"No!" Philip shook his head seriously and said, "Your status is more noble than mine. I think Luca did nothing wrong in introducing you."

This guy is very hypocritical and cunning. He cleverly changed the topic from the nobility to the purpose of his visit. He must have done his homework before coming, otherwise he would not have blurted out calling Angel Night Rose. But Linghu would not say this to him.

, this little girl always has a tight mouth.
Chapter completed!