Three days later, at Xiangjiang airport.
Zhao Yu was waiting for his flight to Maha Zaya.
"To be honest ..." Ding Lan, who was leaning on his shoulder, said lazily,"I really don't like that French woman!"
"Yeah, I don't like it either!" Zhao Yu patted his sister-in-law's shoulder and said,"I say, in my impression, secret agents are the kind who sit very straight and stand very straight, but you ... Why do you seem to be boneless today? Are you tired?"
Every time Ding Lan got close to him and did something intimate, Zhao Yu's heart would race.
He thought that he was immune to pretty girls, but he still felt a little uncomfortable facing a top-class beauty like Ding Lan.
"Don't be silly ..." Ding Lan held Zhao Yu's arm affectionately and even plunged into his arms. She closed her eyes and said,"secret agents are human too. Can't you act cute?"