My Fiance Ran Away

1Is the Huang Dongdong who has returned to his original appearance beautiful?    1

    

Beautiful.    

    

When such a young girl suddenly fell in love with a mature man and used a different method to express her love, was this man happy?    

    

Happiness.    

    

But it was precisely because this girl was beautiful that made Chu Li feel happy. Then should he accept her?    

    

Chu Yang really wanted to shake his head and say no, but he didn't dare to say it. Who knew if Huang Dongdong would still be stupid?    

    

Therefore, Chu Yang could only sigh in his heart. Sigh, I hope she can understand in the future that I am not suitable to be her man for the rest of my life... Damn it, I wonder which pig would have such luck with women?    

    

"I, I am not a human, I am a bastard, I will never be so willful in the future... Wuwuwuwu!"    

    

Huang Dongdong tightly hugged Chu Yang and scolded himself while crying. Suddenly, he held Chu Yang's neck with both hands. His legs jumped and wrapped around Chu Yang's waist. He raised his head and quickly kissed Chu Yang's mouth.    

    

Of course, someone like Chu, who had a 'perverted' nature, did not mind being forcefully kissed by a little loli like Huang Dongdong.    

    

However, what made him dissatisfied was that this girl's kissing skills were too lousy. Not only would it not make people feel a little heat, it would also hurt to death. Because she bit his tongue... God can testify that in order to teach Huang Dongdong how to kiss, Chu Li stuck his tongue into his mouth.    

    

"It hurts, it hurts!" Chu Li vaguely cried out and used a little bit of strength in his hands that were hugging Huang Dongdong's waist. Only then did he pull his tongue out of her mouth. He came back and said with a cold breath, "It's... it's bleeding. Do you know that people will die like this?!"    

    

...    

    

Huang Dongdong's movements were unusually gentle. After he used the gauze to bandage Chu Yang's wound, he carefully asked, "Is it really alright?"    

    

"What do you think? Do you want me to give you a shot and give it a try?"    

    

Chu Yang rolled his eyes and pointed at the black leather bag by the lake with his right hand. "Go, bring it for me to take a look... Forget it, you'd better sit here obediently. Otherwise, it will be more troublesome if you touch the wound again."    

    

Chu Yang was a professional assassin who had studied the structure of the human body before. Naturally, he knew how to minimize the damage to the body when the body suffered external injuries.    

    

The one 1.58 meters shot just now had indeed hit his left arm. However, when the bullet entered his skin, his muscle tissue reflexively activated its protective skill. The bullet only drilled a small hole through his muscles, but it didn't hurt his bones at all.    

    

For someone like Chu, this kind of small injury was at most a flesh wound. As long as the bullet didn't remain in his body, he wouldn't even bother to bandage it.    

    

It was only to ease Huang Dongdong's guilt that he 'reluctantly' let her bandage it.    

    

After Huang Dongdong had gone through a violent exercise just now, it was inevitable that his wound would be touched. However, she did not care, because the women who were deeply in love... This was the most foolish time of all. They could ignore all the pain in the world. Even if a man used that thing to make her bleed, she would still be happy...    

    

This black bag was left here 1.58 meters earlier. He didn't even have the time to take it away when he 'drove the crane to the west'.    

    

Chu Yang picked up the black bag and opened it. He found that there was only a laptop inside. He immediately smiled complacently and walked in front of Huang Dongdong. He sat cross-legged beside her and said, "Although I got shot, it's worth it to get this thing. If I'm not wrong, these three foolish young men are here to die. It's very likely that they're here to receive that ghost woman. Hehe, as long as we have this computer, even if there really is a network in that Bazak town... If there's another computer, that ghost woman won't be able to use it either."    

    

Huang Dongdong came over and looked at Chu Yang turning on the computer. "Chu Yang, how can you be sure that these people are..."    

    

Chu did not even lift his head and interrupted Huang Dongdong's words. "Remember to call me uncle. Don't forget our agreement just now."    

    

Huang Dongdong smiled and said, "Hehe, isn't it just calling your name a year earlier? It's not a big deal. Alright, alright, I'll do as you say. Uncle, uncle, damn uncle! "    

    

When Huang Dongdong was bandaging Chu Yang's wound just now, he knew that if he wanted to ditch this little girl again, there might be some accident. After a headache, he could only make an agreement with her.    

    

This could also be considered the one year agreement Chu Yang had made for Huang Dongdong. I can accept your pure love, but in order to not bear the crime of destroying the motherland's Hua Duo Er, I will accept it. So, before you become an adult (18 years old), I will not touch you. In this year, you are not allowed to say the word 'love' to me. You must treat me as a very serious uncle. When you become an adult, you will have the right to say the word 'love' to me. If you still love me so much that you want to die, then I don't mind eating young grass."    

    

Although Huang Dongdong immediately retorted, saying that love does not discriminate between nationality and age, Even if it was gender, Chu Yang said coldly, "If you don't even agree to this, then you will beat me to death. I will not put you down again.    

    

The reason Chu Yang was determined to wait until Huang Dongdong turned eighteen before accepting her was just a temporary measure. Now that the child was so open-minded, who knew who she would like a year later?    

    

Huang Dongdong was very clear about Chu Yang's thoughts. On the surface, she agreed to compromise. But in her heart, she was so happy that she wanted to die. You can relax a hundred and twenty times. Don't tell me you want me to wait for a year. Even if it's ten years, I won't let you go! Damn it, 365 days a year, it's so long...    

    

...    

    

Bhazak Town was a border town on the east side of Outer Mongolia. If they travelled 30 kilometers east from here, they would be able to enter China with their arms crossed.    

    

Just as Chu Yang had guessed, there was not a single computer in Barzak Town. (China's economy is so developed.) It took so much effort to find a piece of glass in the town they came from. If Outer Mongolia Town had a computer, then... There was no so-called mayor at all. There were only about a hundred people in the town, men, women, old and young.    

    

In the town, there was only a sheep seller who was sweating all of a sudden and had a satellite phone.    

    

It was still the same old saying in China. What was the name again? It seemed like a man was not guilty, and having a treasure was a crime, right?    

    

In any case, relying on a satellite phone, the old bachelor and uncle who was sweating in the small town of Buzak became Kawasima Yosiko's target. This morning, very strangely, he died on the bed.    

    

If there was a police officer here, he would be able to quickly determine the cause of the sudden sweating. He died from debridement.    

    

Debridement was a 'illness' that could kill. According to China's history scholars who had eaten their fill, That year, West Gate Big Official was not killed by Wu Erlang at all. Instead, when he was exercising with Little Sister Pan, Taiyang died on her belly... Whether West Gate Big Official died from Yang debauchery was no longer important. Anyway, so many years had passed.    

    

What was important was that Balzac's' richest man ', who had a one-step satellite phone, was sweating all of a sudden. He had indeed died from Yang debauchery when he was exercising with Kawasima Yosiko. Moreover, after his death, his face still carried an extremely satisfied smile.    

    

In Chu Yang and Huang Dongdong's eyes, Kawasima Yosiko would definitely ignore her gender. She could only be considered a living person or a dead person.    

    

However, in the eyes of the suddenly sweating uncle, this bewitching woman... She was an extremely beautiful woman with a very feminine temperament. She would rather die on her belly. To satisfy or to say conquer this woman who voluntarily delivered herself to her door... And so... His wish was fulfilled...    

    

After a few hours of rest, the middle-aged man, whose body had long since turned cold, sat in a row on the bed and rested properly for a few hours. Kawasima Yosiko got off the bed naked and rolled around in the room for a while. She found a suitable set of clothes and put them on. Then she went to the kitchen and found some pickled beef. She started to eat like that.    

    

Although 'Yang Absorption' could also effectively replenish the energy in the body (this was the reason why Kawasima Yosiko and Buji sweated while sleeping), the thing that the uncle contributed was far less powerful than half a kilogram of beef.    

    

Very quickly, Kawasima Yosiko, who had eaten her fill, dressed up a little before walking out of the house that was suddenly sweating.    

    

Before sleeping with the sweating girl, this beautiful girl who was wandering in a foreign land (Kawasima Yosiko's explanation for sweating suddenly). She had once used a satellite phone to contact the recipient, telling them not to wait until six o'clock this afternoon. They had rushed to the Grass Burrow in the west of Balzac to meet up and send the documents back to the country.    

    

It was six in the afternoon, and there were still more than ten minutes before the appointment time. Kawasima Yosiko, who was wearing a Mongol robe, stuck close to the side of the town and quickly rushed to the grass patch.    

    

Although Kawasima Yosiko used a special code to inform the receiver, she did not know who the receiver was. She did not even know how many would come. Everything would be using a secret code to meet up.    

    

It had been more than six o'clock on the satellite phone. No one had appeared on the Grass Capital yet, but Kawasima Yosiko was still sitting on the grass with her eyes closed. She was not in a hurry at all.    

    

The time of contact was not as punctual as when one was working in a company. This was because not only was there no one on the road, but they also had to cross the border. No one could guarantee that they would arrive truthfully.    

    

Around half past six, Kawasima Yosiko, who was resting with her eyes closed, heard a few crisp bird cries, three long and four short.    

    

It finally came... After hearing these few bird cries, Kawasima Yosiko secretly heaved a sigh of relief in her heart. She opened her eyes and slowly stood up from the grass that was as deep as her waist. She looked towards the place where the bird cries came from.    

    

Not too far away, Kawasima Yosiko could clearly see two people wearing white sportswear: a man and a woman. The man had a small mustache. Some of the red and black faces had a shrewd look, as if they were local Mongolians. The woman was very pretty, and it seemed like she was at most 16 or 17 years old. A pair of large eyes were embedded into her fair face, flickering with innocence.    

    

"Our intelligence agency is finally getting younger."    

    

Kawasima Yosiko looked at the innocent girl and whispered to herself. She revealed a gratified smile and then raised her hand and blew a long whistle.    

    

After the whistle sounded, the male and female duo looked over. At this time, Kawasima Yosiko had already raised her left hand, bent her thumb and index finger, and made an OK gesture.    

    

In the agreed secret signal, Kawasima Yosiko's gesture was not the 'OK' that everyone often talked about, but had another meaning.    

    

The key point of this gesture was the circle 'O', which represented the R Country flag style.