A Mistaken Marriage with Mr. CEO

"Mies, why are you still here? Hurry up and come over to give us a hand! " Just as he walked two steps, before he could hang up the work card he just stole, he heard someone call out to him from behind.

A Ling immediately turned around, "Okay, okay, it's coming."

The current A Ling was the kitchen helper, Mies Chen.

Mies Chen was a thin, middle-aged Caucasian woman with great strength. She looked a bit mean, but she worked very quickly.

So he was assigned to the kitchen as a helper.

A Ling guessed that maybe Je

ifer was someone who did not like ugly people hanging around in front of him.

After all, Mr. Chong Ming was extremely handsome. Shen Yuan's appearance, was also very good at fighting.

A Ling helped the other party bring a huge pile of tableware into the kitchen.

"Why are there so many tableware here again?" A Ling acted as if he was unintentional and asked: "Didn't I just enter a batch of tableware?"

"Another batch of rookies have arrived." That person replied, "Moreover, the quality of this batch is not bad. More than half of them survived. When the last two batches are delivered, we'll probably have to get the tableware from the warehouse. "

Of course A Ling could not let him go to the warehouse, she immediately said: "Alright, when the time comes tell me, I will go to the warehouse to receive them."

That person naturally did not want to go to the pitch black storage room to resist, but seeing that A Ling took the initiative to do the work, he smiled and said: "It's really wise to transfer you to the kitchen."

A Ling kept the last stack of tableware, turned around and quickly looked at the kitchen, only to see that someone was already working.

"Who's eating this late at night?" A Ling pretended to be dissatisfied and muttered: "Are you still sleeping?"

"I can only relax a little in the next few days." That person replied, "In a few days, I'm afraid I won't even have time to sleep."

A Ling's eyes flashed, and he became even more indifferent: "You're right, I don't know when I'll make my move."

This sentence was a test to see if the other party knew anything.

If the other party knew something, it was logical to continue the topic.

If the other party didn't know anything, he could still muddle through.

As an assassin, moving was a very normal thing.

As expected, the other party followed along with A Ling's words, "I'm afraid it will be soon. Je

ifer was going to.

Before he could finish his words, he heard someone call out from afar, "What are you still doing here? Go back and rest! "

"Yes, yes, yes, I'll go back now." The man answered immediately.

Since A Ling didn't get the information he wanted, he could only give up and follow this person over to the dormitory area.

It was a good thing that the entrance to the dorm area was only to brush one's badge and not one's fingerprint pupils. Otherwise, one would be exposed.

A Ling walked in slowly, pretending to walk. Actually, he wasn't sure which room was his dorm.

When she saw that no one was around, she used her badge to try them out one by one.

Finally, when they had almost reached the end, the door was finally opened.

A Ling heaved a sigh of relief.

This room was two rooms.

Her roommate wasn't back yet.

She quickly locked the door and began to search the room for any surveillance cameras.

After confirming that it was safe, she tried to contact Shen Yuan, but she was still unable to.

It seemed like all the other places except the deck were blocked by the signal.

Je

ifer was an old fox.

Just as A Ling laid down, he heard the sound of the door being opened.

A Ling immediately pretended to be asleep and used his senses to guess what kind of person his roommate was.

If he wasn't wrong, judging from the other party's walking posture and stepping strength, he was 172 cm tall and weighed 60 kg. He was an agile type.

Sure enough, just as A Ling finished her deductions, she opened her mouth: "Eh? Mies, you're back. I thought you were outside! Didn't you just say that you're going to look for Big Beard? "

Who is Big Beard?

A Ling immediately opened his eyes, and pretended to be depressed: "Why are you looking for him? Let's just sleep comfortably. "

The woman in front of him was about 30 years old. She was wearing a diving suit. Apparently, she had just returned from the deep sea.

Why are you going to the deep sea so late?

The woman immediately said, "You're right to think that way. This operation is crucial, and if anything goes wrong, we won't even be able to explain it to Je

ifer. If you want to sleep, when can you not sleep? "

A Ling finally understood that she was looking for a lover to roll on ??

He smiled awkwardly.

A Ling immediately said: "Why are you back so late?"

"Isn't it because there are suddenly a lot of people on the deck and I need to assign some people to maintain order? I can only work overtime." The other party grumbled, "I've already been in the sea for ten hours straight. If I go down any further, I'll get swollen."

"There's no other way." A Ling consoled her in a hypocritical ma

er.

"What else can we, the edge workers, do other than work hard?" On the other hand, the other party was in a good mood. He shrugged and said, "For those of us from the third floor, if we want to go to the third and middle floors, it would be even harder than ascending to the heavens."

"That's right, so do your best." A Ling replied indifferently.

Through chatting with this woman, A Ling immediately understood the situation on the boat.

This ship was Je

ifer's private ship.

A total of ten levels.

The lowest level was where the items were kept.

From the bottom up to the third floor, it was the area where the ship's staff operated. For example, kitchen, cleaning perso

el, disinfectant perso

el, fishermen and other purely working people.

Mies Chen and his roommate, Judy, were at the bottom.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth deck were the central stratum of the ship, such as the researchers. The experimental subjects on the deck belonged to the middle stratum.

The seventh and eighth levels were the main force levels, such as the hundred or so retired killers.

The ninth floor was the area where Je

ifer and the other leaders were located.

Therefore, that was what the kitchen staff who was complaining to A Ling about just now meant when they said 'lower level three', 'middle level three' and 'upper level three'.

None of the warehouses at the bottom were ranked by the serial number.

Because no one is going to live in the dark.

Zhu Di said to A Ling: "Right now, there's more and more people on the boat, and the amount of things that I need is also increasing. My daily workload has tripled."

"There's nothing we can do about it. After all, there are so many people eating here. " A Ling comforted her.

"Forget it." I'm going to take a shower. " Zhu Di said irritably.

After Zhu Di fell asleep, A Ling closed his eyes and began to rest.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, A Ling heard someone outside crying and screaming non-stop.

When A Ling opened his eyes, he saw that Zhu Di had also woken up.

Zhu Di complained, "People in the third floor are always tormenting themselves like this. It's so noisy."

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