Chapter 6 Travel Plan

"First, let's send people to contact the border gates that can go to Cambodia so that the police there help control the trucks that cross the border tightly, the rest just have to wait for news from Juns. stop."

Vice Captain Tyhulf cheered everyone up, he knew everyone on the team was under pressure with this case. But they must be determined together to overcome and catch this drug ring.

"Vice-Captain Tyhulf asked me to make sure that the communications department is connected to the public telephone lines or anything that can be communicated by radio, there is a chance that Juns will find a way to contact us. With such a large province, other than communicating by phone or electronic device, there is probably no other way to signal the news.

"Obviously."

Receiving orders from Captain Uy, everyone began to rush to work.

...

In the room decorated with romantic Italian paintings, a girl was sleeping soundly on the bed, her long hair flowing all over the pillow revealing her white skin and plump pink lips.

The sunlight filtered through the white curtains into the sleeping eyelashes, Rose felt dizzy and frowned slightly.

Reng! Reng! Reng!

The alarm sounded, she frowned and reached out to turn it off. Then the phone rang one by one.

"Hello? I'm sleeping." She pursed her lips.

"Sleep your head! Did you forget that there is a design lesson by Master Chu today?" Tangs' voice was like a loudspeaker magnified into her ears.

This sentence of hers made Cach wake up without a dream, she sat up and used the fastest speed to brush her teeth, wash her face and change clothes.

She hurriedly ran down the stairs, passed the kitchen table, and quickly grabbed a sandwich and stuffed it into her mouth.

Rose opened the car door and got in and quickly drove her child to school.

She is now a fourth-year student at Beijing Fine Arts University, with just over half a year left for her to graduate, and these days, she has been in the fast-paced phase of studying for the exam to get good grades. Karma.

Moreover, Mr. Pat is a famous art professor in New York. It was difficult for her to stay awake for a few nights to register for his class, and she did not want to miss it.

Thinking like that, she pressed the accelerator to accelerate, fortunately this part of the road was not too crowded in the morning so she could fly to the school gate.

After swiping her card and climbing the elevator, she finally got her butt down on the precious chair that Rose had worked so hard for her.

"You're lucky you got there on time, Mr. Tyhulf hates students who are late, you're going to be late to draw 50 times today." Tangs grumbled at her best friend.

"I know, I know."

Rose casually replied to her and started taking out a pen and paper.

Tangs looked at her for a long moment and then sighed softly, sadness and worry in his brown eyes. She knew that because of her story, she immediately went to find those people to calculate the accounts, in her heart she was always grateful to this friend.

The sound of the door opening rang out. Tyhulf, wearing a smooth black suit, entered the classroom, lowering his black notebook to the table.

"The class rep takes attendance."

"Yes."

Onfgru sat at the front desk and began to read the names of each student in the class, it must be said that a class like this has more than a hundred students, but Mr. Tyhulf is always principled, not skipping attendance for any class.

"Jack."

"Have."

"Melin."

"Tina."

"Tangs"

"Have."

"Rose."

"Have."

"Pons."

"..."

With no reply, Onfgru turned his head to look around the classroom.

"Pons." She repeated it once more.

"Fighting away." Tyhulf's voice rose at once with command.

Rose's hand was still regularly turning the pages of drawings, but her eyes stopped at an empty space on the paper, her lips indifferently lifted into a smile.

How dare she even show her face here

"Rose, what happened to you yesterday..." Tangs looked at her worriedly, she was only afraid that the other girl would find her and cause trouble.

"Don't worry, she won't dare to come and find us anymore." Reading the worry in her friend's eyes, she pinched her cheek.

"What are you doing to her?"

"Give back double what she did to you." There was a sinister glint in her clear eyes, but the smile on her lips was gentle.

"But last night you almost..." Tangs gripped her sleeve nervously, she was just afraid that the man who had brought her over might be mean to her friend.

In her mind, Rose began to recall the events of yesterday, that she lured him, but no matter how drunk she was, she could still see his eyes when looking at her, which was completely devoid of lust.

It's like...a log is next to a chirping bird.

It was obvious that she hadn't seen each other in thirteen years, but she still couldn't forget the guy from that year, and the man last night was invisible, giving her a familiar feeling.

Maybe the same person...

How could he be here? Grammar with a self-deprecating smile, whoever says that time can heal all nostalgia is a liar.

Her love and nostalgia for him along with the growing flow of time, there are many moments when she really wants to drop everything from this place to distant England to find him.

Even if it's just a random person passing him by, just looking at each other for 0.001 seconds makes her happy as a dream.

Unfortunately, she couldn't run to his side on the main road, she could only stay here and wait for that man to return home one day.

The two met like an old acquaintance.. No, the two of them weren't counted as old acquaintances.

"Hey, how are you, unwell?"

Tangs saw her white face suddenly turn white, her eyes filled with sadness, she shook her hand and asked.

"Um, it's okay, let's listen to the teacher." Rose flashed a bright smile and bent down to take notes.