Feng Xiang was sitting in the carriage of the carriage that Liu Fusheng was riding. Seeing that the carriage was going westward along the road, he asked, "Where are we going? Why don't we go to the city? Don't you want to take me home?"
Liu Fusheng looked forward and replied without slowing down, "You can't stay at the steel rolling mill for the time being. The professor has arranged for you to live at the school for a while. It's just a holiday. Rose will accompany you."
When Feng Xiang heard that he was going to school, he felt a little nervous, but with Rose by his side, he thought about the taste he had tasted last time, and felt lucky to think that the matter was discovered so quickly, so he could enjoy it before leaving. .
"Rose, that's so wonderful. Rose, rose, I love you~"
When Liu Fusheng saw that Feng Xiang listened to his words and sang in the wind, he smiled and said nothing more, but concentrated on driving.
Everyone in this organization is a cog, and everyone has their own mission. My mission today is to send Feng Xiang out to the designated place. As for the rest of the matter, I am not responsible for it. I am just passing on a message.
The motorcycle sped all the way to the vicinity of Huaqing University. There was a jeep parked on the roadside. If Han Yating were here, she would definitely recognize it as the car that took Hu Zhengquan home on Saturday night. .??.??
Liu Fusheng parked his motorcycle in front of the jeep without turning off the engine. Afraid of being unable to drive due to the cold weather, he jumped off the motorcycle and walked to the jeep. He leaned on the glass of the cab and looked in. The driver's seat was empty. , lowered his head and raised his eyes to look at the co-pilot. She was a woman wearing a light-colored silk shirt, a mink coat, a black skirt, and white cotton socks. She looked mysterious and seductive in the dim car.
Seeing Liu Fusheng looking at her, the charming woman gouged out Liu Fusheng and cursed, "I'm gouging out your eyes again. Don't look at what you shouldn't. Your father didn't teach you any rules."
Liu Fusheng curled his lips and waved to Feng Xiang, who was looking over his shoulder from the motorcycle. Feng Xiang got out of the car warily and walked over hesitantly. When he saw that there was only one person on the car, he sat in the car. Looking at the rose that she had been thinking about, she instantly burst into joy, opened the passenger door and was about to kiss her.
"Rose, are you here to pick me up?"
The woman in the passenger seat twisted her head and glanced at Feng Xiang, saying, "No need to talk, it's so cold. If you want to show him here, go and drive."
When Feng Xiang saw Liu Fusheng standing outside the car and looking in, he closed the passenger door and smiled evilly at Liu Fusheng and said, "I'm sorry, brother, I'll enjoy it this time. You can take a look later when you have a chance."
As he spoke, he walked around to the other side of the car, opened the driver's door and jumped into the car, stepped on the clutch and started the engine, slammed the door shut, and pressed the button on Liu Fusheng who was standing next to the car.
Ba, he turned the steering wheel and walked towards the school with a smile.
The woman leaned her head on the backrest and said lazily to Feng Xiang, who was sitting in the driver's seat and looking at her, "Go to Kunming Lake and see the snow."
Feng Xiang turned the steering wheel and said to the woman, "You don't mind the cold either. The snow is so heavy and the wind is stronger over there. Don't be afraid of ghosts at night."
The woman slapped Feng Xiang's face gently with her hand, and Feng Xiang followed the force and pointed his face forward again.
"If you don't drive properly, there will be two new ghosts on the road."
Feng Xiang kept turning his eyes to look at the woman's charming look, like a lazy cat. Even the slap made him feel numb, and the corners of his mouth were grinning up to his ears.
"I heard that there is no one in the Summer Palace at night, do we want to do it?"
The woman looked out the window, smiled at the corner of her mouth, and made a "hmm" sound from her nose, which made Feng Xiang tremble all over.
"I heard that this mission was exposed? Or can that boy save you?"
Feng Xiang curled his lips and said, "I mean he's dead a long time ago. Maybe it's because I just came out. I don't know what the situation is now. How are you doing?"
The woman took out a small mirror and used the faint light in the car to apply lipstick on herself. The red lips were looming under the dim light reflected by the car lights on the road and the snow on both sides, making them even more rosy and seductive.
"What can I do? I can still be like that, eating, reading, and sleeping."
There were patches of snow on the road, and the light reflected from the car was brighter and darker. The woman's expression was melancholy and charming, and Feng Xiang looked a little distracted.
"Who are you sleeping with?"
The woman glanced at Feng Xiang with a flirtatious look, and said melancholy, "Who will I sleep with? Haha, I will sleep with whoever the professor tells me to sleep with. What? You dislike me?"
Feng Xiang's heart almost broke when he saw the beauty frowning, and the veins in his hands holding the steering wheel were exposed.
"Let's go, I've saved enough money, let's fly far away"
The woman turned her head and looked at Feng Xiang's profile seriously, and asked, "Let's go? Where are we going? Who are we? Where can you fly?"
When Feng Xiang saw the woman's question, he knew that she was also interested and said, "My money has been changed into gold. Let's start from Jinmen, go to Hong Kong City, and then go to the United States or other places you want."
Any country you go to”
The woman squinted her eyes, opened her red lips slightly, and asked, "Are you serious? Can I let you go?"
Feng Xiang tilted his head and looked at the woman, with a mocking look on his face.
"They were also unable to protect themselves when they crossed the river. The people from the security department were targeting the fishermen. There would be a group of people checking at the door every day. I squatted in the detention room for several days. I didn't know anything else, but I knew
The gunman is gone and I don’t know where he went.”
The woman also knew little about the organization, but based on Feng Xiang's words, she could feel that something was wrong.
"Don't we have our own people in the steel rolling mill? What?"
Feng Xiang chuckled and said, "Here comes a smiling tiger. I was caught by him when I was covering for the fisherman. According to the news, he is a cadre who has transferred to another job. He is very powerful."
The woman was thinking smartly, looking at Feng Xiang with a gangly look on his face, she smiled sweetly.
"Then I'll go with you, and you can support me when the time comes. I'm unprepared and penniless."
Seeing that the woman agreed, Feng Xiang saw that the gate of the Summer Palace had arrived, so he slowly reduced his speed and drove slowly toward the gate along the blurred roadbed.
"I've thought about it. I'll pack my things tomorrow, and you'll go back and pack your things too. We'll each get a letter of introduction. We'll take the train to Tianjin tomorrow afternoon. Once we get out to sea, we can fly together."
Seeing that Feng Xiang was thinking well, his face was filled with a smile. The woman also smiled and agreed, pointing Feng Xiang to drive inside, pointing to the Yunqiao Road in the distance, "Go to the bridge, I want to see the snow scene of Kunming Lake.
You may not see it again”
Feng Xiang smiled and nodded in agreement, and drove the car toward Yunqiao along the still visible roadbed.
This woman who has read a book is just hypocritical. It’s so cold. What’s there to see in the frozen lake? It’s so white. The wind on the bridge can blow people up. This garden is front-facing. How much?
If a person dies in this lake, there will be nothing to see.
Even though Feng Xiang was muttering to himself about the woman next to him, he just liked the bookish temperament of this woman. How can I describe it? Oh, he just wanted to hold her in his arms and ravage her.
"When we go to a foreign country, I will show you all the scenery you want to see, and the scenery is even more beautiful than here."
The woman watched Nana Bridge getting closer and closer, teasing Feng Xiang with a smile on her face, and put her hand into the small white satchel.
"There, there, stop there, close to the bridge"
Feng Xiang followed the woman's instructions, shifted the car out of gear, and let the car use its inertia to slowly approach the bridge.
I kept looking at the roadbed in the snow, afraid of driving the car into the lake.
"boom!"
"Clang!"
With quick hands and eyes, the woman turned the key door with her left hand and held the steering wheel again. The jeep moved forward for a while due to inertia, but when it encountered the upward bridge, it slowly backed away.
The woman held the steering wheel until the car stopped. At this time, a young man ran out from under the bridge and shined a flashlight into the car. When he saw the woman covering her face with her hand to block the light of her flashlight, she walked towards the car.
The young man opened the driver's door and saw the driver lying on the steering wheel, his face facing the direction of the co-pilot, and there was a blood hole on his temple that was bleeding.
"Didn't we agree to get out of the car before we do anything? This is the professor's car. If it gets dirty, why don't you wash it?"
The woman put a small palm-sized pistol into her white handbag, sniffed as if she was tired of the smell of blood, kicked open the passenger door, jumped out of the car, and slowly walked to the bridge in front of the car.
Looking at the snowy scene of Kunming Lake in the distance.
"If you don't want to wash it, you can wash it. The worst I can do is give it to you once."
The young man pulled Feng Xiang out of the driver's seat in the car, looked at his former colleagues who were still dead, then looked at the thorny rose standing by the bridge, frowned and said, "There is discipline, and after we deal with this, we have to
Even if I don’t have a mission, I wouldn’t dare to go to the city to help. If my dad finds out, he won’t be able to exploit me.”
The seemingly honest young man was tying stones to the corpse at his feet while handling the thorny rose. As soon as he tied his hands and feet together, he heard the woman with her back to him and looking far away "clucking".
Laughed out loud.
The sound seemed so weird in the quiet night. Thinking of the legends about this garden, the young man's hands tying the rope trembled.
"Ahem"
The woman smiled and then started coughing, as if all the strength in her body had been lost, as if she had vented all her emotions from the previous shot.
After gasping for breath for several times, he turned around, looked at the young man mockingly and said, "What month did your father not come to me with the opportunity to deliver news?"
The woman walked back slowly, looked at the young man who had picked up the body with an embarrassed face, then looked at the dead body, and touched the still warm face with her hand.
"You said your father stayed at my place for more than an hour every time he came to see me. What did you think he did? He still has the nerve to complain about you? Haha."
"Discipline, discipline, haha, who in this organization hasn't slept with me? Discipline, it sounds like there has been discipline."
