C215

At dawn, the sea was quiet.

At dawn, the sea surface rippled layer upon layer of bright waves, thin light color, dark gold tonal, like after drying, painted a rosy red, light like smoke, gently pulled and dissipated.

In the depths of the pupils of the dark night, the shadow of the black and white roses burning in the blazing fire is emerging to pay homage to my love. Will also be like the uncertain scenery, changing color at any time.

"Rumble …"

Helicopters, heading for the long runway, hurtling anxiously toward the coastline.

"Cough, cough …" "To the location of the probe..."

Xuan lightly coughed. Beside him, there was a stack of handkerchief with embroidered blue feathers. His jade-like fingers curled gracefully as his palm moved through the empty space. He nimbly tapped his laptop like he was holding a red apple.

The sound of slender white jade fingers tapping on the keyboard gave off a kind of beautiful sound.

The morning sun shone brightly through the window and onto his sandalwood hair, which seemed to be immersed in ink jade. A layer of color as soft as the moonlight appeared, and the purple-red lips were as clear as morning dew.

Light, snow-white brocade wrapped around him. Her figure was drawn out and her collar was adorned with the crest of the "Feather". Her carving skills were too exquisite and her bright wings seemed to dance in the sunlight …

The sunlight enveloped him, causing his entire body to exude a suffocating attractiveness. The outline of the sculpture was extremely handsome. If there really was an angel in this world, then it was only because of him that it could be interpreted.

His clothes were fluttering in the wind, his embroidered feathers were flowing in the wind, and his handkerchief was fluttering in the wind. Everything seemed surreal because of this cold and pure beautiful man …

Although he had been serving the young master since he was young, this kind of "angel" type man was truly a sight to behold. His photographic memory could not be described with words, and was somewhere between elegant, refined, and pure and cold, the two types of temperament blended perfectly.

While staring at the computer screen, Xuan Chang called out to Little Feng.

However, he didn't hear Xiao Feng's reply.

Xuan, with a slight frown, turned his head around and stressed each and every word, "Record the information I use the computer satellite to track and search for it at the marked location! "Don't let me repeat myself a second time!"

Seeing the anger faintly appear in Xuan Fang's eyes, Xiao Feng immediately lowered his head, his face red, and involuntarily replied: "I'm sorry, Young Master, I was absent-minded. Now! "

Little Feng's eyes immediately closed, and he turned to leave. This year, handsome people were truly beautiful, and were a source of disaster.