As a city that is often selected as the most livable city in the world, there is no smog, no sunshine, and no storm. Even if there is a little rain, it looks very warm. Therefore, there are 600,000 people in the main urban area and more than 2 million people in the entire area. Especially for the satellite city near Vancouver Airport, Buck and others came to, there are almost all Chinese restaurants, supermarkets, pharmacies, convenience stores, shops, and Chinese signs on both sides of the city center street. When you walk, you will feel like you are in a place in the country.

I just whispered to the dining table, and Jill drove his girlfriend's hyena and little Maxim as a driver, went shopping and watched a movie before going back to rest, and came to change shifts in the middle of the night.

The couple of Buck and Balayev didn't even drive the roadside car at the entrance of the restaurant. They walked across two streets and pulled up the leather jacket and put the hat on their faces to cover it. Buck pointed to the roadside: "This is the target No. 1... Bar." They were not arrogant at all. An Anjingjing had a small door, without even a glass window, and a neon sign "Golden Triangle Bar" hung on the brick-concrete wall!

There was someone at the door who greeted loudly in Chinese: "Kabu Beibi! Come and experience the authentic and exotic Chinese bar! Buy one dozen beer and get one dozen free!"

It really feels like a domestic town. Only Balayev, who looks like an Eastern European, stretches out his head and looks, and then hello in English.

Continue, there were no steps to go, the red brick houses that were seven or eight stories high, which looked like decades of history. Buck points the house number: "Here, here, here... are their industries, and houses are for rent... Damn, is this a slum? Why do we all live in such poor people? So many of the San brothers! And... are they from Southeast Asians, Philippines?"

Natasha, who has been living in the Philippines recently, can barely understand a few daily words, frowned and focused, and then nodded affirmatively: "Yes! These people are Filipinos, and they have different accents."

The temperature can reach around zero degrees at night, and Indians and Filipinos are gathering on the roadside. When they saw three people walking, some asked for selling marijuana, some asked if they wanted to pirated discs, and some asked if they wanted women. But when they saw Natasha pulling down her pullover hat and showing her long hair, she didn't dare to mention this again.

This is a standard hot field behavior, which is to walk the entire nearby site, just like the practice I did on the streets of Maisle a few days ago. Finally, Buck touched the iron fence outside a gray-white building on the corner of a street: "This is the location of the base company. All of them have been operating for decades, and now they seem to be relatively declining and have not made any progress?"

When I turned around, I saw plaques such as loyal soul and loyalty hanging on the door of the gray-white cement courtyard. It was a very typical style of the Republic of China. However, as soon as Natasha stretched out her neck and looked at it for a few more times, someone stepped out to drive her out: "Private property, don't go inside and peep at will!" Even pushing Balayev unceremoniously. Seeing that Buck was avoiding and walking around from a distance, he smiled and made way out.

Combined with the archway-style Chinese elements on the surrounding streets, this office building also has a red painted door. The guard door is wearing a double-breasted jacket and rolled up with white sleeves. The arrogant demeanor of chasing people can tell how arrogant the people here are, but I don’t know if this arrogance is to everyone.

Natasha shook her head: "Look, this is similar to the arrogance of Chinese people like you, can't you be kinder?"

Buck helped explain: "If you work hard in a foreign country, you still have to be stronger to survive. Whether it is really strong or pretending, here? Balayev, go and drive the car back, and you can rest. Who will you bring here later? Two people will change every eight hours, and describe the environment to them."

Natasha looked up at the cheap hotel with red lanterns hanging on dim red lights. She was not shy and hung Buck upstairs indifferently. However, she was wearing a leather skirt in this cold day!

Think about the winter in Ukraine. Mid-leather skirts and mink coats in ice and snow are the most passionate dresses of Eastern and European women. Now she looks more like a street warbler, but she wears a pair of mid-heel shoes today, which is half a head taller than Buck!

Even the front desk was at the corner of the narrow second stairs. You can imagine the level. Buck handed over the cash and took the key and went up two floors. The old corridor was still clean and tidy, which was the feeling that I had been in a few years. When I walked into a room with a little moldy smell, Buck turned on the light and Natasha skillfully attached the wall to listen to the movements in the rooms on both sides.

Turn on the faucets of the TV and bathroom, then turn off the lights. Buck gently hid beside the curtain and looked at the office building opposite from the fourth floor. Natasha checked around and took out a small LEGO-power range-finding telescope from the female cunt bag she was carrying and handed it to Buck. She sat on the head of the bed and took off her leather skirt and relaxed her legs and pedaled her bicycle in the air. With the flashing neon light outside, she could see the black stockings on her absolutely long legs shining strangely: "This time I go back to Asia, I will go back to China with you to pick Katyusha to Thailand."

Buck was drawing a topographic map with a small book. This was to be handed over to the observer behind to know the key points of his judgment and record the data: "I still hope you stay in China. At worst... Let's find another place to live. This time I have a new experience. I am indeed a Chinese, not a young man who married a wife in Ukraine. My main energy and foundation will be placed in China in the future."

Natasha folded her long and thrilling legs, took off her pullover, and started stretching her ligaments on the bed to do the exercise she insisted on every day. The gray sports underwear also made the man feel moved: "I saw that they were indeed a little annoyed, but the main problem was what I could do when I stayed in China? I was stuck at home every day and could only take my children or wait for you to come home. That would really cost me my life!"

Buck's eyes were all on the telescope, and he didn't see the beautiful scenery behind him: "That's true, I can't be too selfish, but we just agreed before that if I can't beat you, I'll do interior design, you can pick up the piano from my childhood or learn photography again! In short, you must make yourself happy and comfortable, right?" At this point, he finally turned his head and whistled at his wife's slender figure. Natasha made a face at him, as if at this moment, he went back to the situation where the two of them worked together countless times in the chaotic land of Eastern Europe and Central Asia a few years ago, and his mood naturally improved.

So the girl had a smile on her face: "Yes, you've made a name for interior design, the world-famous winner, but I've long forgotten the piano and the camera is still on Peter's old Suha, but the most important thing is that we are not yet old enough to fight. You can continue to seek excitement on the battlefield while doing your beloved design. For me, isn't it too cruel to retire so early?"

Buck, who turned to continue looking at the telescope, shrugged: "What I love the most is you... As long as you are willing to live, I hope to be with you."

The soft-shaped girl stepped on the floor silently, hugged Buck from behind, and her sweaty cheeks rubbed on her husband's face with a hot sweat: "I also hope to be with you forever... Well, as long as I don't mention them, and when I think of them, I can indeed feel that you still love me!"

Buck narrowed his eyes and saw that there was nothing moving across the street. He reached out and pulled the girl into his arms. He gently tilted Natasha's long legs held his waist... The warmth was still there, and there was no hurry to stare at such a beautiful scenery. It would be better to be intimate first!

Who says love is getting thinner and thinner? Buck clearly at this time, only his lover in front of him is devoted!

But whenever a man faces beautiful things, he always has this in his mind?

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Chapter completed!