Sir, don't be too bad

Jincheng, Sining International

"How is it, are you all right tonight?" Just as Gu Chen hung up the phone, Feng Lang looked over.

Gu Chen smiled, "Not only does it sound like nothing is wrong, it seems that there is still a way to save my brother."

"Wanwan can do it?" Feng Lang was taken aback.

"She said that things are progressing, but she didn't tell me how to do it." Gu Chen said.

"If this matter is not resolved, we can go drink the northwest wind." Yu Han looked at the sky outside worriedly.

The stock of Sining International has fallen by the limit for three consecutive times, and many people say that Sining International is about to go bankrupt.

And the topics about Si Mo have been spread in all kinds of ways.

Some people said that Simo was arrested for tax evasion, while others said that it was because of smuggling.

The most outrageous thing is that Xia Yiwan betrayed Simo, so Simo killed someone and was arrested.

Feng Lang sighed: "I hope Wanwan can find a way."

Two days later, in a house marked as red alert.

Si Mo lay peacefully on the hard plank bed, gently closing his eyes.

His handsome face was the same as before, except that the stubble was a little longer, everything else was the same as usual.

"Bang!" a voice.

With the soft knock of the iron door, An Tongde opened it and walked in: "Si Mo, get up, let's talk."

Si Mo didn't even open his eyes: "I can't do what you ask, so what else is there to talk about?"

"It's not that." An Tongde said sullenly: "Get up, I have a task for you."

"Give me a mission?" Si Mo heard the words and opened his eyes lightly: "Are you not afraid that I will go out and collude with terrorists?"

An Tongde glared at him: "You stinky boy, don't get cheap and act like a good boy, get up!"

This time Simo sat up.

An Tongde thought he would definitely ask what the task was, but Simo just looked at him quietly.

"That's right." An Tongde coughed lightly, and said, "Interpol has sent a message, please help to deal with something."

"What's the matter?" Si Mo didn't take pride this time, but there was no excitement in his expression.

"Ahem..." An Tongde coughed for a while before saying, "You'll know when you go."

How does this make him say?

Si Mo was invited in because of his secret dealings with terrorists, but now Interpol wants him to negotiate with Huo Fenghuang.

Isn't this a clear way to slap them in the face?

"What capacity did I go with?" Si Mo asked lightly.

"Of course it's your original identity. This time I just asked you to come back, and it's just going through the motions. Do you think you're not a soldier anymore?" An Tongde gave him an angry look.

"Oh, Sining International is closed?" Si Mo raised his eyebrows and looked at An Tongde.

"Get out! What are you asking, if you go out and see yourself, you will know?" An Tongde was ashamed of being asked, and he just shook his hand away.

"The clothes are ready for you, remember to shave your beard, the Interpol is waiting outside!" After walking away, he turned back and said something.

Hearing this, Si Mo slowly raised his lips.

-

Rome in the winter afternoon, the sky is blue and pure, without a trace of dust.

Xia Yiwan stood in Plaza de España, quietly looked at the wishing pool in front of her, threw a coin into it devoutly, and then closed her eyes.

At this moment, a hand was placed on her shoulder, and a mellow voice came over: "My beauty, what wish did you make? I wonder if I have the honor to help you realize your dream?"