The truth of Huo Jiang's partner comes to light

After a whole morning of chattering, in fact, after Huo Junxi unilaterally chattered for a few hours——

Huo Junxi suddenly thought that he needed Yan Fei to help him with the visa-free procedures. If he left in a hurry, it seemed that he needed to find some connections.

Between Yan Fei, Huo Chenru, and Jiang Simian, Huo Junxi chose Yan Fei without hesitation. After all, this guy seemed more honest than those two old foxes.

Sure enough, the Yan family had a connection, and they were planning to pass through Tunisia and transfer to Morocco.

Just like that, Huo Junxi and Yan Fei set off.

At the airport, after being reminded by Yan Fei, Huo Junxi remembered that he didn't bring a suitcase.

Huo Junxi rolled his eyes and thought for a while, but he really didn't bring it with him. It seemed that it must have landed at the gate of the courtyard. Well, fortunately, it was inside the gate.

He patted the backpack on his body, "It's up to you, man."

Yan Fei watched him talking to his backpack nervously, and didn't think it was funny, but kept a wait-and-see attitude extremely calmly.

"Hey, let me say, are you naturally emotionally cold?" Huo Junxi sat in the waiting hall feeling bored, and teased Yan Fei to relieve his boredom.

"Maybe." Yan Fei answered honestly.

"When was the last time you were happy?" Huo Junxi became interested when he saw his listless look.

Yan Fei lowered his head and said, "I~ have nothing particularly happy, except for Su Mingzhe, and nothing particularly unhappy, except for Su Mingzhe."

Huo Junxi snapped his fingers, "I didn't expect that we have something in common!"

"Huh?" Yan Fei raised his head and looked at Huo Junxi, who always spoke in a vague and foggy manner.

Huo Junxi shook his head and feet, and said: "I~ have nothing particularly happy, except for Xiaowu, and there is nothing particularly unhappy, except for Xiaowu, hehe, but my Xiaowu is much better than yours, The one in your house is purely..."

"Boarding." Yan Fei got up and left with the suitcase before Huo Junxi finished speaking.

Although Yan Fei was calm and gentle, anyone with a little bit of emotional intelligence could tell that he didn't want to hear bad things about Su Mingzhe.

It's a pity that Huo Junxi is not the kind of person with a little bit of emotional intelligence, so Su Mingzhe has a beginning along the way.

Yan Fei is self-cultivated, so he doesn't say a word, at most he puts on headphones and pretends to watch a movie, but the back seat can't take it anymore, "It's almost enough, people don't want to listen to it anymore."

"Fuck, it's none of your business if I chat with my friend?" Huo Junxi heard a familiar voice, and cursed back without turning his head. You two are really everywhere, dog skin plaster.

Wang Wen and Wang Xue's eyeliners knew that Huo Junxi was going out, and they got the information immediately, no, they followed the plane again.

If it is fast enough, information can be obtained here. Huo Junxi thinks that he has done a good job of keeping it secret, and only he and Yan Fei know about it.

Huo Junxi didn't bother to think about how they knew, he was used to it anyway, these two dog-skin plasters have always been pervasive, and when he was not doing errands on the bed, he was already Amitabha.

Although Huo Junxi is also a man with a bottom line, as long as he doesn't touch his bottom line, he can usually bear it. However, his bottom line is really too low for ordinary people to touch even if they want to.

Huo Junxi was too lazy to talk to Wang Wen and Wang Xue, if he gave them a good word or two, he would surely go to Africa, shameless, unreserved, and unmannered.

It would be great if Xiao Wu was here. There is not even a person who can speak well on this road. There is an elm lump next to it, and two pooping faces behind.

Huo Junxi could only recite scriptures exaggeratedly, "Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu..."

Xiao Wu was drinking coffee with a friend in Morocco when suddenly he sneezed.

"It's because someone misses me."