That night, Lu Ming took Andre to the Paramount Hotel. The door was guarded by the Marshal's captain and several armed guards.
The captain of the guard led Andre and Lu Ming into a suite deep in the hotel, and the young marshal stood at the door to welcome them.
After seeing the young marshal, Andre nodded. Lu Ming stepped forward and introduced Andre to the young marshal, then smiled and winked, then withdrew.
The captain of the guard immediately closed the door of the suite, leaving only the young marshal and Andre in the room.
Andrei stepped forward and showed him the authorization letter from the Central Committee of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. The young marshal took one look at it and asked Andrei to sit down in the inner room and talk.
Lu Ming had nothing to do, so he wandered out of the hotel. Andre and the young marshal were talking inside. It was not appropriate for him to leave for the time being. After thinking about it, he went to the ballroom to sit and drink Coke.
"Hello."
Hearing a familiar voice, Lu Ming knew who the other person was without turning around.
"Xiao Hui, why are you here?" Lu Ming turned around and said in surprise.
"What's wrong? Does your home open the Paramount? I'm not allowed to come, right?"
Yan Xiaohui, wearing a cheongsam, was sitting proudly on a chair behind him.
Lu Ming smiled, knowing that what Yan Xiaohui said was angry, but he felt a little strange. Yan Xiaohui usually didn't like dancing, so why would he come to a place like Paramount alone.
"That's such a coincidence. I met you here. You are also alone." Lu Ming's expression was a little awkward.
"Don't guess, I came after you, just following you." Yan Xiaohui said with a frank smile.
"Oh, you know I'm here." Lu Ming was even more surprised.
Compared to Yan Xiaohui, he disliked this place even more, and rarely came here. Sitting here alone now, he seemed a bit out of place.
"I saw your car on the street, and then I chased it all the way. What's the matter? Mingzhu is not in the country. You can't help it and come here to have fun?" Yan Xiaohui sneered.
"Xiao Hui, I haven't offended you, why are you talking like that? You're so arrogant." Lu Ming said with a bitter smile.
"You didn't offend me, but you are more angry than offending me. Tell the truth, why are you avoiding me every day and not even answering my phone calls?" Yan Xiaohui said angrily.
"Ah, I won't answer your call? It's nothing." Lu Ming frowned, suddenly remembered, and said, "Oh, I rarely live in an apartment now."
"You've moved? No wonder I've been there several times and no one answered the door," Yan Xiaohui said.
Lu Ming felt a little guilty. After Yan Xiaohui returned to China, he had been running between the Secret Service School and the Secret Intelligence Service. He barely had a moment of leisure, so he did not take the initiative to contact Yan Xiaohui.
When Yan Xiaohui returned to China, Lu Ming treated her to a meal. After that, the two made an appointment to attend a buffet at the British Consulate, which was just two meetings.
"I heard that you are no longer at Fuxing Club and have returned to Sheng's Industry? What have you been busy with recently?" Yan Xiaohui waved to the waiter and ordered a glass of whiskey with ice cubes.
"Give him a drink too. Why did you drink Coke instead of whiskey?" Yan Xiaohui asked strangely, looking at the glass of Coke in front of Lu Ming.
Of course Lu Ming still likes to drink whiskey, but today the young marshal was having a meeting with Andre, and he was afraid that he would be called in at any time. He wanted to stay awake, so he didn't order whiskey.
Lu Ming did not answer Yan Xiaohui's words, because the Secret Intelligence Department now bears the name of Sheng's Industry Market Research Department, so many people mistakenly thought that he had returned to Sheng's Industry.
In the past two years, the anti-Japanese atmosphere has become stronger and stronger across the country. Students and workers in Shanghai have also taken to the streets to demonstrate and give speeches from time to time, calling for the establishment of an anti-Japanese national united front and calling on the entire people to resist Japan.
At this time, Lu Ming left the Fuxing Society and assumed the role of the executor of Sheng's industry.
Moreover, the eldest daughter of the Sheng family, Sheng Muyi, went to Peiping, and most of the major issues related to the Sheng family's industry basically fell on Lu Ming.
The brand name of the secret agent school's plug-in is Shanghai Textile Technology Institute, and everyone assumes that it is from Sheng's. After all, Sheng's still accounts for about 60% of the textile trade in Shanghai.
"There have been so many changes in the two years since I have been away from the country. The pearl has gone abroad, and Miss Shanda has gone to North China. Your confidante is now only Miss Dujuan." Yan Xiaohui said half with emotion and half with sarcasm.
"Isn't there still you?" Lu Ming teased with a smile.
"Forget it, who am I? No one cares about me even if I send it to my door." Yan Xiaohui said with some sourness.
"Xiao Hui, I'm sorry, I'm really too busy right now. I didn't avoid you on purpose, and there's no reason for me to avoid you." Lu Ming said with an apologetic smile.
"That's not necessarily true. Someone has been worried that I would eat him." Yan Xiaohui sneered.
Lu Ming smiled bitterly. He really didn't mean to avoid Yan Xiaohui on purpose. Apparently she misunderstood and there were things he couldn't tell her.
"Is there something wrong with Mr. Sheng?" Yan Xiaohui moved his chair, leaned closer to Lu Ming, and asked in his ear.
"How do you say this?" Lu Ming didn't understand what the other party meant and said blankly.
"If there hadn't been a big problem in the Sheng family, why would they have sent the eldest lady to North China to seize territory, and then used your trump card?" Yan Xiaohui asked with great interest.
Lu Ming was startled. Did she really know nothing about the Secret Service School and the Secret Intelligence Service? Is his confidentiality work really so good? This made him feel a little unbelievable.
The affairs of the Secret Intelligence Service and the Secret Service School are indeed secrets, and most people don't know about them, but no matter how secret they are, it's hard to hide them from those who are willing to listen.
Yan Xiaohui has a kind father, how could she not know at all?
Yan Hongdao is a big boss in Shanghai. Such people are extremely well-informed. As long as anything happens in Shanghai, nothing can be hidden from him.
"Forget it if you don't tell me. I'm not very interested anyway. How about we talk about our affairs? My heart goes to Mingyue, but... just tell me how to compensate me?" Yan Xiaohui looked up, looking up.
Hold him.
Of course Lu Ming could hear her pun, but he didn't know how to reply. He hesitated for a long time and was speechless.
Under the dim and flickering lights of the ballroom, Yan Xiaohui, wearing a snow-white cheongsam, has a unique beauty.
Compared with before going abroad, Yan Xiaohui is more mature and her body is more rounded. She exudes the charming charm of a mature woman from head to toe.
Seeing the look in Lu Ming's eyes, Yan Xiaohui's face felt a little hot, but he was also very proud. He deliberately pushed his chest up, almost touching Lu Ming's body.
This was her subconscious action, and immediately she flinched again, her heart pounding.
"Xiao Hui, why didn't you bring your boyfriend back when you returned to China this time?" Lu Ming asked.
When Yan Xiaohui was in the UK, she once sent him a long letter, saying that she had a British boyfriend and asking for his opinion. Of course, Lu Ming did not reply. It was not because he was jealous, but because he felt that he was not qualified at all.
Provide others with this experience.
"Lu Ming, just pretend to be stupid. You have to know that when a person's heart is completely occupied by another person, her heart can no longer accommodate other people." Yan Xiaohui said, with a sudden look in his eyes.
Tears welled up.
Lu Ming said nothing. He was neither advancing nor retreating. He could only pretend to be stupid. Otherwise, what else could he do?
Just when he was most embarrassed, someone came to the rescue.
One of the young marshal's guards came to him and said that the discussion with the young marshal was over and asked him to come over immediately.
"Xiao Hui, I have something to do, so I'll leave for a moment." Lu Ming stood up and said apologetically.
"Just avoid me, even if you have nothing to do, say it's something." Yan Xiaohui turned away in anger, tears streaming down his face.
"I really have something to do, and I'm not hiding from you. Let me treat you to dinner tomorrow after you get off work." Lu Ming said.
"Really, you didn't lie to me?" Yan Xiaohui burst into laughter and turned around again, with a happy look on his face.
"Of course it's true. I'll wait for you at the door of your hospital when you get off work tomorrow." Lu Ming said, stood up and left with the guard.
"Okay, Lu Ming, this is what you said. If you dare to lie to me, I will file a complaint against you in the newspaper, saying that you talked to me sweetly and always gave up." Yan Xiaohui gritted his teeth and said.
Lu Ming felt a chill in his heart. Yan Xiaohui was a person who could do what he said. Lu Ming had never seen a woman who was crazier than her.
The guard looked at the two of them with a smile. This kind of flirting was so enviable. Lu Ming was really lucky.
No wonder the young marshal likes this little guy so much. He is almost as romantic as the young marshal. This guard also knows Yan Xiaohui. He once accompanied Miss Zhao Si to Tongji Hospital to see Yan Xiaohui. Now Yan Xiaohui
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