Ying Shao is a Girl

Seeing the solemn look on her face, Yi Mo thought that something was not good enough, and his heart suddenly felt heavy.

I couldn't help but start to silently reflect on my shortcomings.

Immo remained silent until he left the basement.

He looked glum.

Although he can usually be very silly and carefree, he doesn't look serious.

But when it comes to serious matters, he will be extra serious.

Years of experience in the special forces have determined that meticulousness, caution, strictness, and seriousness have long been internalized as his qualities.

If he really didn't have anything extraordinary, how could he become the captain of the special forces of Country Y?

At this time, the bright moon like a jade plate hung high in the light blue sky, the desert poured down like water, and the earth was silvery white.

The temperature has dropped rapidly, and the chill mixed with the cold wind is blowing against my face.

There was no moisture in the wind, just fine sand, which hurt people's faces when they hit them.

The car drove quietly in the desert.

There was no one around.

"Boss, is there something I didn't do well?" Yi Mo finally asked.

He can change and do better.

Ying Junchu seemed to be confused as to why he asked this.

"No, you did a good job."

Although she didn't know why Yi Mo asked herself such a question, she still answered truthfully.

There is no need to hide anything.

"It's just that I always feel like I'm lacking something..." Ying Junchu slowly spat out a few words, casting his faint gaze towards the silvery sky.

What's missing?

Ying Junchu couldn't explain it clearly, and Yi Mo didn't even know.

Knowing that his previous worries were unnecessary, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The boss's decision to leave the matter here to him showed that he trusted him. He could not let the boss down and live up to this trust.

"tomorrow……"

"Go to Namaqualand tomorrow."

Ying Junchu seemed to have caught something, and there was a trace of ripples in his eyes, which had always been as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

"Okay." Yi Mo nodded in agreement.

Namaqualand, that magical and beautiful place.

They say you cry twice in Namaqualand.

The first time is when you arrive and the second time is when you leave.

Namaqualand…

Namaqualand…

Maybe that's where the answer she wants lies.

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The car crossed the endless desert and finally returned to the city filled with reinforced concrete.

Yimo took Ying Junchu to check into the five-star hotel that he had booked in advance.

"Boss! Have a good rest! Good night and sweet dreams!"

Yi Mo smiled, showing eight neat white teeth.

His dark face looked particularly eye-catching at this time.

Ying Junchu stared at him suspiciously.

"Why are you so dark?"

Yi Mo is a Caucasian. Even if he has a body that is prone to darkening, he won't be as dark as coal, right? They are almost the same as authentic black Africans.

Genes don't change.

"Ah! Boss! Aren't I tired from running around for our career? I've been exposed to the scorching sun all day long, so I'm so dark!" Yi Mo looked very disappointed.

"Oh my god, I won't be able to get a wife in the future! This is how life treats a poor little thing like me!"

Yi Mo spread his hands helplessly, looking desperate.

Ying Junchu stared at Yimo's face carefully for a few seconds.

Staring at her made Yimo feel guilty, his eyes avoided, and he did not dare to look directly into her eyes.

"I am truly the most competent, loyal and dedicated subordinate! Everything is for the sake of the boss's great cause!"

"Stop pretending, the camouflage paint on your face has fallen off." Ying Junchu said calmly, not impressed by Yi Mo's wonderful performance at all.

"..."

Hearing this, Yimo's truly moving words came to an abrupt end.