Crane

Qian Wanjun poked his head over, and lowered his voice mysteriously: "Thanks to your commander's special driving, it has attracted most of the attention of the Communist Party, and I have made meritorious service." Waiting for Fu Jing to ask.

"I'm on vacation today. If I'm not in my position, I'm not planning for my own affairs. Don't talk to me about these messy things." Fu Jing naturally has a lot of means to deal with Qian Wanjun's ruthless character.

Playing hard to get, she understands.

Qian Wanjun waved to this side, so that Fu Jing could prick up his ears: "In addition to the traitor Wang Puppet No. 76, there are also members of the Communist Party." After speaking, he pouted out the window, smiling treacherously.Just because the traitor confessed to the underground liaison station, allowing others to take the stolen goods and make another contribution, the fly in the ointment is that the CCP contact person did not show up as scheduled, either he had already slipped away, or he was still hiding in the dark quietly.

So he is very interested in people who appear nearby.

"Okay, you're busy with your work, I'll go back first." Fu Jing pushed away the chair, wrapped her windbreaker tightly to cover her slender figure, and her eyes wavered slightly: "I have to arrest two people by yourself, you can't do it in the military." It was half a joke. The half-serious, muttering familiar gesture made Qian Wanjun a little dazed, as if he had returned to the old days when he was rampant in the streets and killed all directions.

At that time, Fu Jing looked at herself, could she be as sincere as she is now?

"I won't wait for anyone now," Qian Wanjun blurted out, feeling regretful right after he finished speaking.Shicai's subordinates found that Wu Xuanyi was in the next street. He suppressed it so as not to be alarmed, and ran here deliberately to tell Fu Jing's words, but Fu Jing's ambiguous eyes caught his attention and accidentally leaked the word.

Fu Jing's heart skipped a beat, but she was still cursing: "Qian Tongsan is too lenient, are you free?" She deliberately scolded the leader of the military command as a brother of the Qing Gang, so that the gangster's spirit would overflow on the surface and cover up the behind-the-scenes anger. Feel guilty.

"Okay, okay, don't worry, brother, I'll send you a car." Qian Wanjun didn't give up.

It's not too close to Beibei, Fu Jing wants to go shopping in the old street so much

"Forget it!" Fu Jing waved her hand, leaving a chic back.

She saw Wu Xuanyi who had just turned the corner of the street.

Watching Fu Jing go away, Qian Wanjun called the clerk, ordered a cup of coffee with the same taste, and smiled without saying a word.

Roses are beautiful, but if you can't hold them in your hands, they are not worthy of pity.

Besides, he didn't mind making the thread a little longer at all.

Wu Xuanyi stood still with a smile in her hand, holding the Xinji oil-paper bag, waiting for Fu Jing, who threw off her long legs and ran all the way.

"It's annoying to meet someone with the surname Qian." Fu Jing put her arm on Wu Xuanyi's shoulders, as if she had arranged to meet here in advance, looking very natural.Wu Xuanyi took her arm cooperatively. This person has always been very lucky, and Qian Wanjun's request is nothing new.

Fu Jing breathed a sigh of relief, she wanted to say something, but hesitated to say it.

Forget it.

It’s been a long time since I’ve felt the joy of trotting towards someone like this

Fu Jing decided to experience this joy seriously.

She looked at the paper bag in Wu Xuanyi's hand: "Buy bird's nest cakes." Wu Xuanyi's husband, Wu Yongquan, the director of the department, likes to eat this the most. If you don't want Xinji, Wu Xuanyi will often come to queue.Thinking of the girl who was still warm with her last night, turned around and went to buy pastries for others, Fu Jing felt somewhat uncomfortable.

"Look at you, you are so virtuous!" Wu Xuanyi spat, her face seemed to contain a spring flower, which made the bees and butterflies fly up and down, and she was reluctant to run away.

Fu Jing scratched her neck, the scarf was too tight and itchy.

Wu Xuanyi stopped, took out the top oil paper bag and stuffed it, and breathed out while arranging the scarf for her: "Hechuan peach slices, do you want to love it or not?" You can't die of sourness in a jar of vinegar.

"Yes! Why don't you." Fu Jing smiled through tears, and Wu Xuanyi was like the first ray of sunshine falling directly on the ground in the morning, who could easily drive away the dark clouds that had been sealed up all night.

Wu Xuanyi grabbed the hem of her scarf and brought it in front of her, her beautiful big eyes rolled around: "Hey, are you following me?" Fu Jing didn't have so many complicated thoughts in front of her, and she was definitely not the party-state elite or the leader of the youth gang in the eyes of others. In fact, there is not much difference from the original female middle school student who is full of thoughts and loves to read.

"I'm so bored, walk around to relax." Fu Jing put her palm on Wu Xuanyi's back, burning hot: "I know you're here, I will definitely go out early." She didn't lie, but she didn't tell the whole story.

"The mouth is so sweet, it's different when you often eat peach slices." Wu Xuanyi scratched Fu Jing's nose, and the hand on the back was too hot, burning into her heart.

The fog cleared, it was still early.

Seeing that Wu Xuanyi had no intention of leaving, Fu Jing simply led her for a walk on the street with her tail still on her back.

During the day, people come and go in Jianjiaqiao. Although the bustle is a bit secretive, there are far more shops that are willing to open than Beibei.The successive defeats in the southwest battlefield have led to the wealthy merchants having to restrain themselves, and some even started to find a way out for themselves, just like the embassy put the evacuation of overseas Chinese on the agenda.However, there are also those who do not want to leave and want to continue to make money under the protection of the authorities, such as Du Yuesheng.

On the left side of the road, the well-decorated and rich gambling houses belong to the Green Gang, and they are one of the best sales/gold dens in the center of the city.

There are many meng lang in the rich, and the underworld gambles and poisons.

Fu Jing knew what kind of impression outsiders had of her, so she had to correct it.

Standing still at the entrance of the gambling hall, she turned her head and asked Wu Xuanyi: "Go in and play a few games." The so-called both refined and popular, there must be some contamination of the atmosphere, otherwise it will be difficult to integrate into the so-called upper class.

Networks can indeed influence certain situations. Fu Jing also tried to use Shibo's influence to reverse the situation, but unfortunately all ended in failure.Now that the persimmon is rotten, there is no need to think about how to swallow it despite all the difficulties, but just throw it away.

"Okay." Wu Xuanyi took off the gold bracelet and handed it to her. As the second concubine who was raised at home and had nothing to do, she spent a lot of money playing cards on weekdays.

There is no money to go in and out of that kind of place, let alone too little money.

Fu Jing refused to take it, put the gold bracelet back in Wu Xuanyi's hand, and strode into a grocery store in front.The spies who were caught off guard did not have time to withdraw and were blocked.

"Have you brought your purse?" Fu Jing spread her hands and asked for it.She was already tall, but at the moment she was stepping on high leather boots and looked even more imposing, which made the other side stunned for a while, not knowing whether to leave or stay.

Wu Xuanyi covered her mouth and snickered. This Fu Jing, the more fashionable her dress, the more refined her speech, the more rascal she looks.Fu Jing glanced at her, unmoved, raised her chin and faced the spy again, and said confidently: "Your boss is my brother, and it is only natural to ask him to borrow money." I am in a bad mood today, and Qian Wanjun should be let Buy it for yourself.

The secret agent broke out in cold sweat and subconsciously clutched his pockets tightly. This, this is no different from robbery!

Fu Jing raised her brows, pulled out the pistol and put it on the spy's chin, half smiling: "Do you believe it, even if you are killed now, Qian Wanjun will not say a word."

Finally, Fu Jing walked in swaggeringly with a stack of French coins and Wu Xuanyi.

A few spies who had been exploited all looked at me and I looked at you, and sent a quick-footed runner to report to the police, while the rest continued to follow with a wry smile.