“Patrick.”

The man lowered his head and listened to the music without responding.

“Patrick!”

He walked to the other side and finally attracted the other side's attention.

The man took off his white Bluetooth headphones and raised his long eyebrows: "Lovince? Are you in Boston?" He showed a rather sarcastic smile, "Oh, have you finally been sent to the Boston branch?"

If he hadn't had some friendship with the man in front of him and knew that the other party had this personality, Lovens had no doubt that he would smash the man's beautiful face with one punch.

"I just happened to have something to come to Boston."

The man was wearing a black mask and a white headphones hanging around his neck. He was listening to music leisurely just now, but he didn't look like he had just experienced a terrible air crash.

Lovens knew that he could not have any expectations for the person in front of him, nor could he force him to be polite, and remember to take off his mask when talking to others. But what he could not bear was: "What are you eating?"

The man took off his mask with one hand, chewed it vigorously for a few times, and said lazily: "Check gum." After a while, he wanted to add another sentence: "Can't you see it?"

Lovens: "…"

Take a deep breath.

"Patrick, I heard you were on this plane and entered the cockpit to help land? Maybe we could find a place to chat, of course, if you were willing to spit out the gum and chat with me, I might be happier, happier than seeing an old friend."

"Then can you change that sentence?"

Lovens: "Ah?"

The man raised his hand and pointed it behind him, and Lovens looked at it.

『NO**OKING』

The airport is not without a smoking room, but it is not open to passengers.

Lovens brought people to the smoking room dedicated to the crew. Because he wanted to conduct some investigations and questions, he asked to leave the others in the smoking room. He skillfully took out a beautiful metal cigarette box from his arms, pressed his finger on the side, and a cigarette popped out.

The man took out the long cigarette, took out the lighter he had just come from the security box, and lit the cigarette.

With the smoke, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and his deep pupils were dyed black.

Lovens: "First of all, congratulations, my friend, you survived this air crash."

"There are victims?"

"No, this is a successful landing, no victims."

The thin and slender fingers gently clamped the slender cigarette roll, and he said lightly: "I will never let my name be played in front of me."

Luo Wens didn't react for a moment, and he spoke fluently in Chinese: "Zhuo Huan?"

Zhuo Huan glanced at him: "English name."

Lovins said in a daze that the person in front of him said: "Reid·Irvin·Patrick..."

Zhuo Huan laughed, his voice was low and nice.

Lovens pronounced his name several times, and suddenly became stunned: "R·I·P?!"

RestInPeace—

May the deceased rest in peace.
Chapter completed!