The best way to conquer a woman is to conquer her in bed, first occupy her body, then occupy her mind, and then make her fall in love with you.

It's a pity that this theory, which is useful for thousands of women, is of no use to Yan Mixin. Yan Mixin is not an ordinary woman.

Perhaps Jun Zhiyuan has forgotten one thing. Not only men have physical needs, but women also have physiological needs. Women who have given birth to children are just like a flower. As far as Mixin is in this state now,

One day, both Yan Mixin and Jun Zhiyuan were in the room. Yan Mixin was watching a useless TV series, while Jun Zhiyuan was dealing with official duties, but mostly looking at his baby. Everything was so harmonious.

, as if they have been husband and wife for many years and have such a tacit understanding,

At this moment, Yan Mixin's satellite phone, which had been unresponsive, suddenly rang. Yan Mixin raised her head and glanced at Jun Zhiyuan, without avoiding anything. For Jun Zhiyuan, Yan Mixin has been with Jun Zhiyuan for so long.

I feel more and more that this man is not simple, he is so mysterious,

But these are not things she should ask or understand, and she has no interest in them. It seems that this has become a tacit understanding between them. They are just a relationship of need and need.

Yan Mixin took out the necklace that she had been wearing around her neck without hesitation. It was a very beautiful pendant that had been with Yan Mixin and had never been changed.

It's not that Yan Mixin has a special liking for this necklace, but this necklace is not an ordinary necklace, it is Yan Mixin's satellite phone.

It is the only phone number that can be contacted by the BIF headquarters in the United States. It is impossible to live without it. The comfort during this period almost made Yan Mixin forget her identity. She is an agent.

Yan Mixin answered the phone with an expressionless face, her face full of arrogant confidence. As soon as she answered the phone, Yan Mixin returned to that miracle in the secret service world, that big sister of BIF.

"Hello",

A deep magnetic voice sounded on the other end of the phone, and fluent English suddenly filled Yan Mixin's ears, with absolute respect: "Boss",

Yan Mixin's expression changed slightly. This was a member of her group. Normally she would not be contacted. Could something have happened? Yan Mixin's brows frowned slightly.
Chapter completed!