The first pet of the famous family: the return of a thousand gold

Chapter 192 Gifts
"Thurse, happy new year."

It was early morning when we got off the plane, and the air in Mexico was slightly smelly of sea, the temperature was very low, but there was no snow.

"happy New Year."

Jiang Sesur greeted with a little surprise, and looked at the tall and straight young man in the morning light.

"How did you come?"

"Come to pick you up."

One question and one answer, no pain, no itching, as plain as water.

"Thurse, who is he? He looks so handsome!"

Niya squeezed over, next to Jiang Sesur, raised her sweet smiling face cutely, and waved cute mittens to say hello.

"Happy Chinese New Year, handsome guy. I'm Niya, and I'm good friends with Thurse."

"Hello."

Jun Haoran responded coldly, and because of his height advantage, he easily passed a few heads and nodded at Fang Xiao, who also had bright eyes.

"Thurse, I picked it up and called. A little gift for you."

Niya cheered and rushed to pick it up, tilting her head and asking cutely.

"There is a gift, that's great! Which one was specially given to me? Thank you handsome guy, where are we going? Is it your house? But I didn't prepare a gift, so I have to make up for it next time. They didn't come empty-handed Oh, the impolite people."

Fang Xiao couldn't stand it anymore, and hurriedly dragged away the nympho Niya.

Jun Haoran is very handsome, but he is obviously only good to Se Se.

"Hey Captain, why are you pulling me so hard? Cousin invited us to visit."

Niya delicately protested.

Fang Xiao rolled his eyes, feeling a little disgusted with this young team member who usually likes to act like a baby.

"That's Thurse's cousin, what does it have to do with you!"

"It's the same, we are all good sisters..."

Jun Haoran took Jiang Sesu into the car, and closed the door to block the wind outside.

"Slim again."

"Can't you change it to something fresh?"

Jiang Sesu fastened his seat belt, thinking about how to inquire about Nanjing Yang's mission.

"The little girl has learned to talk back."

Jun Haoran rubbed her head, it didn't feel good to wear a fleece hat, so he turned on the heater more fully.

"Why didn't you go home during the Chinese New Year? My dad isn't here either, my little aunt must be nagging again."

Jiang Sesur straightened his hat, glanced at him from the corner of his eyes, and moved away again.

The two get together less and leave more, and it is easier to find each other's changes every time they meet.

The young man beside him is tall and straight, with a cold and noble temperament, but not as cold and exposed as in previous years, with a sense of harmony that is full of vigor and smoothness.

He is no longer the young and beautiful boy he used to be.

Jiang Sesur sighed slightly, not daring to reveal too many thoughts.

Although she didn't ask what his ability is, but she saw him make shots a few times, and she could guess that it should be related to the ability to control ice, and perhaps mental attack should be added.

No wonder he received Jian Bai's so-called hypnotherapy since he was a child.

Jiang Sesur is more and more inclined. Jian Bai's hypnosis to Jun Haoran is actually a kind of tentative brain development. The mental stimulation may be the inducement, and memory loss is the side effect.

In addition, Jun Haoran was already very smart, so it was difficult for her to play tricks in front of him.

"I have a mission."

Jun Haoran never hid it from her, and Jiang Sesu didn't ask.

"Then you're still here to pick me up?"

"Maybe I need your help." Jun Haoran smiled at her.

Jiang Sesur suddenly turned his face out of the car window.

Damn, I almost went blind!This monster!

"what's up?"

Jun Haoran chuckled, looking at her slightly pink neck, he didn't mind it.

"Go to your concert."

Jiang Sesu looked back in surprise.

"Will your goal come to our concert? Or..."

Make an appointment to meet up?
She swallowed the second half of the sentence, and asked tactfully, "How many tickets do you want?"

Looking at her bright eyes, Jun Haoran couldn't help pinching her nose gently.

"You guys are so popular, the tickets are already sold out, where are you going to move me? How many tickets are there?"

Jiang Sesu patted his hand away.

Ever since this man said he remembered some memories five years ago, he has always liked to touch her.

"Then take you backstage?"

"Why don't you invite me as a guest?"

Jun Haoran twirled his fingers, not daring to do anything else, for fear of offending her.

For five years, the little girl has been laughing all the time, never shed a tear, completely stopped acting in movies and TV shows, not at home for the New Year, not worshiping her family, running around all over the year, becoming more and more famous, but people Getting thinner and thinner.

"Can you expose it easily?"

Jiang Sesur asked back, not sure whether his mission had anything to do with Nanjing Yang's undercover.

"Just kidding, just go backstage."

Jun Haoran turned to look at her.

"Is it cold? There's a blanket in the back."

Jiang Sesu looked at him speechlessly.

It was so warm that she was almost sweating.

"Okay, then I will say you are my assistant."

Jun Haoran glanced at her flushed little face, feeling a little itchy in his heart.

The 16-year-old young girl sat quietly beside him and went home with him...

"your present."

Jun Haoran stretched out his long hand and picked up a beautifully packaged box from the back seat.

The pink wrapping paper is printed with big and small red hearts, and the ribbons are tied into beautiful bows, full of girlishness.

The corners of Jiangse's mouth twitched, unable to complain about his aesthetics.

"Thank you."

"Take it apart and see."

Jun Haoran looked forward with anticipation and urged with a smile.

Jiang Se paused for a moment, unwrapping the gift in a good manner, and asked casually, "Is your mission dangerous? Isn't it inconvenient to have so many spectators present?"

Jun Haoran has long since become a full-time member of the reserve force, and the tasks he personally performs are by no means simple, so he is not afraid of causing an uproar?
This is the country of Mexico, and any problems will affect the diplomatic relations between the two countries.

"Don't worry. That person is your die-hard fan, chasing you and running every concert. He won't spoil your concert."

Jiang Sesur's hand froze, her die-hard fan?

The faces of Hai Qingping and Xia Ning flashed subconsciously in her mind, she shook her head and secretly smiled.

How could there be such an outrageous idea?
"Who is he? A spy? A murderer?"

"No." Jun Haoran looked at her meaningfully. "He's a hacker, top notch."

Jiang Sesu subconsciously thought of Hai Qingping again, and frowned slightly.

It can't be him, he went back to the United States to celebrate the New Year with his parents.

"So you want to win him over?"

Jiang Sesur opened the box, looked at the bright red sweater inside, and fell silent for a while.

"Do you like it?" Jun Haoran stroked her little hand, feeling satisfied that it was neither hot nor cold, so he expressed his skills lightly.

"I see that you like that old sweater very much. You wear it every Chinese New Year, so I knitted a new one for you. Your old one is a bit short."

Jiang Sesur silently looked down at the sweaters with almost the same pattern and color, and remained silent for a long time.

"do not like?"

Jun Haoran asked suspiciously, looking at the results of his hard work for almost half a year, this is the best weaving piece, he checked it carefully, the stitches are well-proportioned, and there is no flaw!

"Thank you."

Jiang Sesu closed the lid, sniffed her nose lightly, and her nose was dry.

"As long as you like it. We will weave new ones for you every year."

Jun Haoran chuckled and promised, deliberately revealing the bright red on his cuffs.

　Fast forward five years, Thurse is 16, the time of death in the previous life is coming, young master Jun is 21.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)