Chuanshu: President, please let go, the cub is not yours!

The atmosphere in the car was very good, Joy and Joy successfully became "good friends" with the two strong men, and Ping An also roughly figured out the details of the two men from their conversation.

If Ping An guessed correctly, these two people belonged to a certain organization, and they were new members of the two organizations, who were temporarily combined.

The main driver is called Da Mao, and the co-pilot is called Er Mao. Da Mao is taller and bigger than Er Mao, and Er Mao is smarter than Da Mao.

But in the eyes of Ping An, the IQ of Da Mao and Er Mao is only a little bit higher than their two sisters.

The safety of Da Mao Er Mao's organization has not been found out yet, what is certain is that this is the first time Da Mao Er Mao has done a mission.

To put it bluntly, the high-level people didn't want to do the "childish action" of abducting the three pian brothers and sisters, so they casually threw the task to the two newcomers, Da Mao and Er Mao.

Xi Le Huan got along well with Da Mao and Er Mao, and also launched a small "carriage fairy tale telling competition" in the car.

As the only witness and audience of the story competition, Ping An naturally assumed the role of a judge, adhering to the principles of unfairness, undisclosure and injustice, Joy and Joy became the champion without any suspense.

No, Da Mao Er Mao felt that he had to make up for the loss of face from other places, so he proposed to hold a car singing competition.

At this moment, the carriage is full of strange harmony voices of "Little Swallow, wearing a floral dress, coming here every spring...".

Ping An pursed his lips and continued to decipher the communication equipment of the car behind him.

Da Mao sang vigorously all the way. Storytelling is not his strong point, but singing is a good thing. He is a well-known "song king" in the village. Even the 109-year-old lady in the village would cry when she heard his singing. It is impossible to lose For the kids in the back.

Suddenly he stopped harmonizing, and looked at the exterior rearview mirrors on both sides vigilantly. The road they are taking now is going to the Finey Manor in the suburbs. This is a private manor, and there are very few people going there.

It stands to reason that if the two cars are not agreed upon, the probability of the departure and destination being the same is almost negligible.

But the black car behind them seemed to have been behind them not long after they set off.

Da Mao rolled his eyes, could it be that he was following them?

Er Mao looked at the distracted brother, slapped Da Mao on the head with a slap, and screamed, "Da Mao, what do you mean? It's my turn to be the lead singer, are you deliberately making trouble? Are you jealous that I can sing better than you? "

"Ah! Da Mao, you are going to die, can you drive!"

Startled by the sudden slap, Da Mao dodged subconsciously, and the steering wheel also turned sharply. The front side of the car rubbed against the isolation belt to create strong sparks. Fortunately, Da Mao reacted quickly and straightened the car in time.

"Ah! Stinky big hair! You did it on purpose!" Er Mao screamed again, his body and head slammed into the car window hard, causing him to grin his teeth in pain. After recovering, he slapped Big Mao again.

"Don't think that you can get away with the fake move just now. You can fool them, but you can't fool me!"

The three little ones all have the habit of wearing seat belts in the car. The impact just now did not hurt much, but their shoulders hurt a little.

Being called by Ermao suddenly, he touched his shoulder with joy and joy, and persuaded the fight weakly, "Big Mao Ermao, stop arguing, stop arguing."

When Da Mao saw that the little girl's hand was hurt, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed. It hurts even for a man of his age to bump into it, let alone the little girl.

He saw Ermao, the culprit beside him who was nagging endlessly, and became angry. He slammed the steering wheel, pointed at Ermao, and scolded, "Come on, you, who cares about you because of your broken voice? "

"Who are you talking about breaking the throat? Damn you, see if I don't beat you to death." Ermao became even more angry when he saw that the simple-minded Da Mao dared to point his finger at him, and hit him again!

Joy and Joy are persuading the fight while fighting, while Ping An continues to crack.

Ping An was a little surprised when he saw the densely packed codes in front of him. The car behind him didn't look good, but he did a good job in defense. He finally managed to conquer it after so long.

Finally, Da Mao was so annoyed that he held the steering wheel in one hand and took Er Mao's fist in the other and yelled, "Er Mao, there is something wrong with you, don't you see that black car behind us seems to be following us all the time?"

Er Mao was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look behind him. There was really a black car following behind him.

Ermao knew he was in the wrong, but he still said unforgivingly, "Maybe he just dropped by, and you just can't afford to lose."

Da Mao glanced at Er Mao angrily, and no longer planned to talk to the lunatic, he concentrated on testing the car behind him.

The three little ones also looked behind, they all recognized the license plate, trembling with joy and joy, "Uncle, are we being followed?"

"It's okay, Uncle, my driving skills are very good, and I will soon be able to get rid of the followers behind me." Da Mao comforted softly, it was indeed a child, so timid.

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Seeing that Ping An didn't reply, Meng Youyou knew that her son was really fine. This way of going his own way was really a headache.

When she returned to the door of Liangxiang, she just received a message from Secretary Wu, which contained Huo Xizhou's contact information.

Thinking of calling the cheapskate, Meng Youyou did 2 points of mental construction, she took a deep breath and dialed Huo Xizhou's number.

Unexpectedly, when Huo Xizhou heard her voice, he growled and warned, "Meng Youyou, are you only thinking of negotiating terms with me now? It's too late! I don't have time to chat with you now, so I can do it myself!"

Good for yourself?Meng Youyou looked at the hung up page and smiled angrily. What's wrong with this dog man? Could he be too egotistical?

Just because she didn't ask him to let him go in time, just hang up the phone indiscriminately and block her?

Heh, a man whose heart is smaller than a pore, whoever marries him in the future will be miserable for eight lifetimes!

Huo Xizhou is driving a 10,000+ black mobility scooter and following the jeep. As soon as he arrived at the company in the morning, he heard the news that the three little ones were going out.

He observed the three little ones' every move in Beijing World through the tablet, and found that when the two little girls were approached by someone, he had a bad intuition, and after struggling for a while, he still went straight to Beijing World by accident.

He dreamed of the three little ones more frequently, and they were all of them when he closed his eyes while taking a nap at noon.

Until San Xiaozhi figured out the situation, he felt like he was going crazy!

As soon as he got out of the car, he saw the three little ones getting into the jeep of two strange men. The two men looked around before getting into the car. When he raised his hand, Huo Xizhou saw the tattoo on one of the men's arms.

That was the unique tattoo of a top killer organization in the country!

His intuition told him that Sanxiao is only in danger!

So he quietly followed them, and saw that at the fork in the road, Meng Youyou, a dead woman, actually called him, causing him to lose track of her!

Huo Xizhou looked at the surrounding scenery, and the suburbs were ahead.

Suddenly the phone rang, and he opened it impatiently. His eyes widened in disbelief when he saw the message, which said, "Uncle, the road on the left."