Chapter 850. Preprandial dessert
In the car, there were two unordinary beauties, one had a head of purple hair, the other a head of blonde hair. Both of them were extraordinarily beautiful, and both of them were sexy, so naturally, they were Isabella and Muhan. At this moment, they were looking at the villa not far away from them, but they were not nervous. Even though their man had just entered the villa, they both knew their man's capabilities and knew that he would not be in danger.
If they were truly worried, it was because they were afraid that their man would cause too much of a commotion. They still hoped to be able to keep a low profile, secretly kill people, and secretly run away.
"Hey, shall we have a chat?" Isabella took the initiative to greet Muchard. They had not really talked much since their meeting.
"About what?" Mu Ha carelessly asked. His eyes were still fixed on the villa. Although she wasn't worried about the dangers of summer, she still hoped to see him leave the villa as soon as possible.
"Did you really kill Satan?" Isabella asked.
"That's right." Mu Ha replied indifferently.
"You're really amazing, you even killed the world's No. 1 Assassin." Isabella felt a little surprised.
Mu Ha calmly replied, "It's not that I'm powerful, it's that my husband is powerful. He's the one who made me so powerful."
"That's true, my little husband is quite amazing." Isabella nodded, "Right now, I'm almost comparable to an instructor."
Mu Ha didn't say anything. It was obvious that she wasn't interested in the topic at hand.
"Ai, it seems that you really care about him!" Isabella was not stupid, so she could naturally tell that Mu Ha was thinking about summer, so he was not in the mood to chat with her.
"He's my husband. I should care about him." Mu Ha replied indifferently.
"He's very flowery, aren't you angry?" Isabella asked curiously.
"He's always been good to me. That's enough." Mu Ha's tone remained calm.
"So are you going to spend the rest of your life with him?" Isabella asked with interest.
Mu Ha finally turned to look at Isabella. "You don't want to live with him for the rest of your life?"
"Not really." Isabella shook her head, "I am quite willing to be with my little husband. However, I am a killer, so it is hard to say how long I can live with him. However, as long as I am alive, I will always be his woman."
"Isn't this a lifetime?" Mu Ha said lightly.
Isabella thought for a moment, then nodded her head. "That's right, I'm just used to understanding life as if it were decades."
"Believe me, your husband will make your life longer." Mu Ha said softly.
"That's right, just say that we were in Beijing last time. If it wasn't for my young husband, the instructor and I would have most likely died." Isabella truly believed in this. After some thought, she suddenly thought of something. "Hey, can I discuss something with you?"
"What is it?" Muhan asked.
"Let's go to New York when the little hubby comes out, shall we?" Isabella quickly said, "I've made an appointment with the instructor to meet up with her tomorrow at the latest, and it will take me six or seven hours to drive to New York City from here. If I stay here tonight, I might not be able to make it tomorrow, but if we go to New York tonight, then I don't have to worry about this. After that, I can accompany him for a few hours before I can meet up with the instructor."
"No problem." Mu Ha, on the other hand, agreed almost without a second thought.
Isabella was stunned for a moment, as if she had not expected Mu Ha to agree so readily.
"My husband killed someone here. Although he shouldn't be discovered for the time being, it's still better for him to leave. We'll go to New York and then return from there. This way, we'll be safer." "If you really want to be with your husband, you can stay in the car while I drive."
"You're really good to your little husband!" Isabella was surprised that Muhan would be willing to drive in front while her man flirted with another woman in the back of the car.
Mu Ha faintly smiled but didn't say anything.
"Wife, Sister Isabella, I'm back!" At that moment, a familiar voice entered their ears, followed by one more person in the car.
"Hubby, has the matter been resolved?" Muhan asked.
"Yeah, I cut that idiot into eighteen pieces." Summer nodded.
"Hubby, let's go to New York now and return home from New York." Muha said again.
"Sure, I think it's the same everywhere." He didn't have any particular ideas about it in the summer, and he wasn't familiar with either Toronto or New York.
Isabella soon found out that Muha had planned to go to New York, because her luggage was already in the car and the hotel room had already been vacated. She didn't need to go back to the hotel, she could just leave.
As they had discussed, Isabella and Summer sat in the back of the car and Muha drove in front, but Isabella didn't really have a passion for the car and the summer.
"Little husband, Mu Ha and I prepared a big meal for you, but before that, I want to sleep first." After saying that, Isabella lay down on top of him in the summer and soon fell asleep.
"Hubby, you can also sleep for a while. When we get to New York City, I'll call you." Mu Ha said as he drove.
After thinking about it for a while, Xia Chen realized that he really had nothing to do other than sleeping. Since that was the case, he might as well sleep first.
By the time he woke up in the summer, it was about four in the morning, and by now the car was in New York City and Isabella was awake in front of him.
Canadian transit procedures for the United States were relatively simple, and Muha and Isabella were very familiar with these procedures, so they did not encounter any problems along the way. It could be said that everything went rather smoothly.
Around four-thirty in the morning, the three of them arrived at the Hilton Hotel in New York City.
"Let me take a bath first." After driving for such a long time, Mu Ha felt a little tired, so he entered the bathroom.
"Young hubby, it looks like we'll have to wait a while for the big meal. I'll give you a dessert first!" Seeing Mu Ha disappear into the bathroom, Isabella giggled and took off her clothes in an extremely alluring manner. It was obvious that the so-called dessert was none other than herself.
Looking at this delicious dessert, summer also had a great interest in the coming feast. What exactly was the feast that Isabella was talking about?
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