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Chapter 1187 Xia Huanxi Business Chapter 375 Isn't this the priceless Mrs. Xi?

Before opening the door, through the dilapidated glass window, a wrist-thick rope suddenly fell from the sky and dropped to the deck.

Several men seemed to be frightened, and they all went to the side to take the test.

In just a few seconds before and after, several well-equipped and burly special policemen fell lightly to the ground along the ropes, approaching in the blink of an eye.

The men were quickly gathered together and squatted on the deck with their heads folded in their hands.

The door was kicked open, and the special police with one hand buckled between the belts broke in. After a pause for a few seconds, they reported coldly to the pager: "Call the headquarters, call the headquarters, and found two search targets, one big and one small, visual inspection There are no injuries and he is in good spirits."

"..."

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When the ship docked, the chaotic light illuminated the messy dock. Xia Huan discovered that there were nearly [-] private boats moored on the dock, and their luggage was piled up everywhere. There were stowaway guests and black boat employees. Under the escort of the armed police, he was forced to board the car.

Above the head, there are dozens of helicopters circling densely, as if the end of the world is approaching.

There were the helpless cries of children, and the humble begging for mercy of rough-dressed and weather-beaten men and women.

She stood where she was, a cold numbness spreading from her heart to her fingertips.

From a distance of more than ten meters, among the chaotic figures, she saw the handcuffed woman being pushed into the police car, and before getting into the car, she looked back at her.

It was so far away that she couldn't see what was in her eyes.

A manic night wind was blowing, and the black stretched private car parked quietly beside him. The driver got out of the car and opened the door of the back seat.

Under such a desolate moonlight, the man's handsome and unparalleled face was extremely pale, which made his temperament even more elegant and refined.

He casually wore a black windbreaker of the same color over his black suit. It was slender and dangled down to his knees, and the corners of the coat were slightly flapped by the night wind.

"Papa—"

As soon as Xiberry saw him, she opened her hands excitedly, trying to twist her small body, trying to get him to hug her.

Xia Huan hugged her subconsciously.

Xishang kept the posture with one hand in his pocket and did not move. The blurred light staggered across his delicate eyebrows and eyes, and even cast a soft light on him: "You should be tired after tossing around all night. Go home and wash up and go to bed early. Um?"

Such a gentle gaze, such a clean voice, coupled with the helpless choking sound of nearly a thousand people behind her, formed an invisible oppression in an instant, robbing her of all her breath.

The man took a few steps forward, and the clear and light fragrance filled the surroundings, vaguely mixed with a familiar and strange smell.

The black windbreaker wrapped her thin body, his lips fell on her forehead, the cold touch, and the voice was low and soft: "Don't catch a cold."

After the words fell, he turned around and got into the car, and the body quickly disappeared into the night.

He didn't take her into the car, and he didn't even touch the berry that he always wanted to hug.

Only a few minutes later, a black Porsche appeared in the field of vision again. The window was lowered. The man with a noble demeanor and a handsome face rested his forehead on one hand, looked her up and down, and sneered: "Oh, this is not priceless." Mrs. Xi? Thanks to you, I have also seen what it means to become a beauty in anger, and it must feel good to see these thousands of people buried with you, right?"

For a man like Liang Musheng, although he never rubbed his eyes hard, he seldom satirizes women.

(End of this chapter)