"No way... don't talk nonsense. I just felt that the translation I translated was a bit strange. That's why I came to ask. In fact, I was kind-hearted, but I didn't expect him to talk coldly to me. Is there a different person in the Eagle Attack Brigade?
They all look like him, so cool!"
Curling her lips, the woman and child snorted heartily.
"Hey, Xiao Wang, what you said is wrong. Among the core figures of the entire Eagle Attack Brigade, Boss Qiao has the best temper. He is also the best at joking and other things.
Said. But who makes you always like to ask things that you shouldn't ask, curious about this and that? Those are all confidential, of course he won't have a good look on you! You, you'd better go back to work quickly, otherwise, Director
We have to find trouble again—"
The woman with a bright smile reached out and patted the shoulder of a woman who looked gentle and humble like a good rabbit, but seemed to have no backbone and was always so soft and weak.
He half pushed and half pushed her back to the office.
On the way, she suddenly remembered something, leaned over and asked quietly: "Hey, you've made me curious too. What secret message did you translate? Are you so flustered and still so curious?"
"Well...I'm telling you, don't tell anyone."
Stopping, the woman timidly looked around, leaned close to her friend who looked suspicious, and whispered in her ear.
*
The night is mesmerizing, with thousands of lights intertwined with flashing neon lights, adding a touch of extravagant color to the night sky of S City.
Pedestrians are in a hurry, people commuting to and from get off work shuttle in the subway station, and fashionably dressed men and women put aside their fatigue during the day and approach the nightclub where they can party.
Ten miles away, the flow never ceases.
This vibrant city is an international metropolis and a city that never sleeps with an exceptionally rich nightlife.
It is equally lively during the day and at night.
But tonight, underneath this excitement, there are still countless surging undercurrents.
Fierce and surging.
But there is one place that is so quiet and scary!
…
The room was dark, with a faint fragrance floating in it.
Every furnishing in Noda's room is imbued with a simple yet elegant Western sentiment, as if an oil painting with thick colors and delicate brushwork has been brought to reality.
Heavy, low-hanging curtains blocked the light from outside.
Only a ray of moonlight fell into the room from the gap in the corner of the curtain.
The milky white cashmere carpet is coated with a light layer of moonlight, turning it into a very playful milky yellow.
In the center of the room, there is an antique European-style bed.
Finely carved copper pillars stand at the four corners of the bed.
A layer of overlapping gauze curtains that looked light but heavy hung from the top of the bed, covering the entire big bed.
Beside the bed, a night light gave off a faint light.
The scene on the bed is vaguely sketched.
Through the gauze curtain, you can vaguely see a woman lying by the window.
She sleeps well and quietly.
Her hands were gently folded on the quilt, and her black hair was spread neatly under her body and on the pillow.
This figure is like a sleeping beauty, almost motionless.
If it weren't for her shallow breathing, the people waiting in this room would probably think she was dead.
Time passes minute by minute.
Bo Jinghan woke up slowly, his head was still a little dizzy, and his temples were throbbing with pain.
It's like waking up after a night of hangover and feeling uncomfortable, with an empty stomach and burning pain...
