Chapter 842: She has no retreat, Jane must meet him!

No matter where she is, as long as she wants to run, there is no place to lock her up.
So when Bo Yan left and the bodyguard was guarding at the door, An Geer quickly walked to the window and opened the window, and underneath was a hotel with dozens of stories high.
She turned around and stretched out her wrist, shooting a silver thread from the transmitter, and she jumped straight down from the room, looking up, letting the window open wide and the curtains floating.
Yes, nothing will be the same after tonight.
So when people enter this room again, it doesn't matter if they see an empty room.
Someone downstairs responded, and after An Ge'er got in, the car left directly.
eight pm.
Latakia.
The largest port in the Middle East.
On the coast, Latakia, which belongs to the temperate marine climate, has little climate change throughout the year, except that it has continuous rain and the sky is gloomy at night.
At night, it looks even more chilly.
The harbor is unexpectedly quiet and there are no people around.
At first, An Ge'er thought that this trade mission was only with Rong Bei, but didn't want them to be basically there, even Fu Jiu had come from Italy first.
The scheduled time was eight o'clock, but Rong Bei sent a message to Bo Yan, saying that to prevent the information from leaking, the time was changed to midnight.
And An Ge'er didn't know if it was her illusion, she always felt that when Rong Bei talked to her, he didn't look at her very much.
To be precise, always want to avoid it.
An Ge'er couldn't hold back in the end and asked him, "Rong Bei, do you want to tell me something?"
After a slight start, Rong Bei snorted slightly, "What, if there is, I just want to remind you that after tonight, will you and Bo Yan have to come back again?"
As Rong Bei said, he got up and walked away and went to the bathroom.
But An Ge'er's eyes flashed, and when she reached a glass of wine, she accidentally spilled it on purpose, she quickly got up and went to the bathroom.
Rong Bei was standing there at the entrance of the bathroom. Seeing her, the cigarette that had just been lit between her fingers was pinched off without a trace, and the surrounding smoke was swept away with his hands a few times.
"How come out? Is it because you want to steal-love with me?"
Rong Bei leaned languidly on the wall, his narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his lips made a playful smile.
An Ge'er ignored these and said directly, "You have been sloppy. Tell me, what do you want to tell me at this juncture?"
"Oh? How do you know, when did you have such a tacit understanding with me?"
The smile at the corner of his lips is still a bit evil and handsome.
"Don't you say I can go?!"
An Ge'er frowned, turning around and leaving.
But the next second, the arm was suddenly pulled by someone.
An Ge'er turned around, earned a bit, and avoided it easily. This time she turned her head and saw that Rong Bei's expression finally became serious, and her smile was suppressed, and her whole person looked a little depressed.
This is really rare.
It seems that something big is happening.
"I'm wondering if you want to stop meeting?"
"Why?!" An Ge'er frowned as soon as Rong Bei's words came out.
Rong Bei lowered his eyelids slightly, and his long black hair covered his eyebrows, only knowing that the expression under his eyes was like an abyss.
Rong Bei said nothing.
It's not that he doesn't want to say, but can't.
This incident came by surprise. She was pregnant. He didn't want her to have any accidents, but he was at this point, but he knew it was not a coincidence.
Seeing Rong Bei's hesitation, An Ge'er took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "I have no way out—"