Follow the heart to Myanmar

Chapter 3 beautiful war reporter

“Go,” he let out a voice of approval. The officer then drove the car until it was out of the way. The young woman saw the atrocity of war that hurt many innocent people. It arises from the endless thirst for power of the influential people in this country. The young man handed the cell phone back to her.

“You should always look at safe situations. before pressing the shutter I would like to warn you with good hope. For the safety of you and your friend.” The woman looked at him and picked up the phone.

“I accidentally thought The U.S. military will protect us,” she continued, stubbornly.

“We protect you But first, you have to protect yourself,” he said, his eyes strained through the windshield.

"Yes, Captain James," said the woman sarcastically. and then went back to sit still, folded his arms, looking at the road 'She's quite annoying,' James secretly thought.

They stopped by for dinner again. before driving for a long time until passing through the city of Yangon at about 3 a.m. The streets were empty and uninhabited like an abandoned city. This is a state of war, thus causing a lack of entertainment. They arrived at a hotel designated as a residence for foreign journalists. Late at night in front of the hotel is quiet without people. James dropped them off in front of the hotel immediately before leaving. Not interested in receiving their thanks. A young woman is loading things into the hotel. A French greeting sounded behind him. The woman hurriedly turned around to see a tall and thin handsome man standing smiling happily looking at her.

“Wow Lily, nice to see you here. I recently met you in Hong Kong. And I can't see you I just hope everything is fine with you,” said freelance journalist François Laurent from France. He shakes the woman's hand and puts his face against her cheek, a French greeting that the woman is familiar with.

“It's nice to see you again.”

"I am fine Nice to meet you here too. We'll talk soon. I have to take my photographer to check in first. He looks bad.” She waved her hand at the unfortunate luck.

“Okay, we'll see you at dinner tonight. This morning I had to go out of town early in the morning. See you later, Lily."

“Okay, okay.” The girl looked at him. before going up to the hotel

Ploy Pailin hurried to bring luck to check in. before they parted ways to stay in their private rooms.

The woman walked into the bathroom and took a leisurely bath in the cold water. But the thought flashed back to the young soldier who had just arrived. 'He looks so handsome. Exactly every inch.' The girl grew up with both military parents. But they were many times more gentle than this soldier. James Marshall was tough and fierce. He might even be able to kill people with his bare hands as he was well trained. When he had stared at her like a ten life anger. The girl thought to herself 'He should have been more gentle. But why should you miss him?' Then the woman slid her head underwater in the bathtub, hoping to wash away his vision.

Ploypailin walks down with luck at the dining room full of tourists and journalists. The girl looked over to see François waving at her. He sat at the dining table in the corner of the room. When he arrived, he got up and moved a chair for her to sit down like a gentleman. A young woman wearing a casual gray miniskirt dress is super comfortable. A beautiful face with light makeup. The girl's natural long, wavy hair curled up on her head. But there are still hairballs hanging down the cheeks and nape of the enchanting neck. until François couldn't help but drop her sweet words.

“Lily, you were beautiful tonight,” he complimented in French.

“Me?” The woman pointed to herself, a joking smile on her face. “Yes, I can assure you.”

“Thank you, François.” He had been trying to flirt with her the first time they met in Hong Kong. But the girl was more interested in news stories than anything else.

“We ordered food together. What would you like to eat?” he called the waiter. come to the dining table

“I think the red wine braised chicken here is delicious,” François recommends.

"What are you talking about, luck?" The girl turned to ask the younger man.

"Easy for me, easy Thai food or steak, P' Lily," he teasedly dragged his voice with a smile and eyes.

“I would like a steak too.”

“Won't you try foie gras or escarco?” he persuaded.

“What?” Luck asked the girl. “Snails and duck livers” A woman sees luck, is sluggish, will suffocate her food and turn her face the other way.

“Not better. First meal, we'd rather have a simple meal.”

“Okay, hey, Captain James, this way.” The woman saw François waving to the people walking into the dining room. The woman followed him and stopped at James' tall figure in a simple casual dress. He was wearing an umbrella-like green shirt and black slacks. black leather shoes The handsome western-style face looked so much cleaner and fresher. ‘Wow, he looks so handsome every inch’ that it was hard for the woman to take her eyes off. Even luck had to secretly pick up a tissue to blot the corner of the girl's mouth. So she felt herself hurriedly turned to lightly hit his hand. Luck smiled at her with sensible eyes.

“Even if I get drunk with cars, I know you've been secretly staring at Captain all the way. Do you like him?”

"I'm not," the woman hurriedly denied. A young man walked in and stood in front of their dining table. He shook his hand and put a smile on the corner of François' mouth. before turning around to look at the woman clearly To make sure it was the same person he met during the day yesterday.

“Sit, sit, I think you will not come today again. I haven't seen you since yesterday I know my friends Lily, Lily James. he is an american soldier Keep us safe while we're here.”

“We already know each other. We met since yesterday He picked me and luck from Tachileik.” The waiter brought food to the dining table. James was not seated, he was still standing there as the princess' bodyguard.

“Glad to see you. You look weird this evening.”

“How strange?” The woman smiled sweetly. I thought he would compliment her like François.

“Well, you don't look as bad as yesterday, in the middle of the day,” he said indifferently, his gaze fixed, not smiling. Luck secretly laughed at her softly.

“I excuse myself, my soldiers are waiting there. Have a nice dinner,” he said to everyone, smiling at the corners of his mouth before walking to the table where three men were waiting. When they arrived, the group of soldiers stood up in unison. One of them was the Scotsman. The driver sat together yesterday. The woman saw them sitting around the table and ordered the same food.

The girl also gave her a large hammer's gaze. It was exactly as he looked at it. The girl had to quickly avert her gaze. He likes to give a fierce look every time he looks at her.