Anti-Japanese Ace Agent

Chapter 150
Seeing that the time had passed ten o'clock, Wang Feng suddenly remembered what Li Xiaodan had repeatedly told him in the car today, if he had to be optimistic about Zhao Qiaoyun these days, Lu Yuntian would probably use her to make a big fuss .Thinking that Zhao Qiaoyun might have been murdered by Lu Yuntian, he secretly worried and became nervous.

The more he thought about it, the more nervous Wang Feng became, he hurriedly told the three "little kings" standing in front of him, and gave each of them ten yuan as daily expenses for their temporary stay here. , left the small attic, and walked to the black car parked on the side of the alley 200 meters away.

After turning out of the narrow alley, Wang Feng drove the car in the dark night. At this time, the number of pedestrians on every street he passed gradually decreased. Driving in the middle of the street, he felt as if he had entered a land of no one. After about an hour, he finally hurried to the two-story mansion where he and Zhao Qiaoyun lived.

Parked the car in the open space in front of the small foreign building on the second floor, Wang Feng got out of the car, pulled out the car key, turned around, looked up and saw Zhao Qiaoyun's bedroom on the second floor facing the street was lit, he was very nervous all the way. His heartbeat finally gradually relaxed at this time, and he, standing in front of the door, let out a long sigh of relief.

Wang Feng, who had relaxed his mind, walked to the door of the small western building on the second floor with vigorous steps. Because of a professional secret service habit he had developed over the years, he first checked the thin layer of thin film that he had sprinkled under the door and window before going out in the morning. After he found that there was only a pair of women's high-heeled shoes with the toe pointing inward, and after he visually inspected that the size of the women's high-heeled shoes was the same as that worn by Zhao Qiaoyun's feet, this was a complete blow to him. Let go of my heart.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Feng took out the key from his trouser pocket, gently opened the door in front of him, and walked in.The living room on the first floor turned on the lights and it was pitch black. Relying on his memory, he subconsciously walked to the wall next to the door, found the switch and pressed it with a "snap", and the chandelier hanging on the ceiling in the living room "swish". All of a sudden, the whole small living room on the first floor was as yellow as daytime, and it was a bit brighter than before.

Turning around, Wang Feng looked down and realized that the white floor that hadn't been mopped for many days was clean and spotless, and the windows were bright and clean.When the chandeliers on the ceiling glowed, the white light hit the white floor, of course it seemed much brighter than before.

Not only that, the things that were placed in the entire living room were messy before, but now they are all in order.Immediately, not only did he feel that there were more than two buckets in the small living room on the first floor, but also the space was much larger than before. Wang Feng, who was in it, felt that everything in front of him suddenly became clearer.

Wang Feng didn't need to think too much about everything in front of him. It must be attributed to the other owner of this small western-style building on the second floor——Zhao Qiaoyun.After all, he went out early in the morning and came back in the middle of the night. He hadn't been messing around all day, so there must be no one else except Zhao Qiaoyun who cleaned up.

In the past, in Wang Feng's eyes, Zhao Qiaoyun would accidentally injure her fingers while washing a bowl, and even cooking a dish was basically done in the dark.Therefore, since Zhao Qiaoyun moved in, the housework of cooking and washing dishes and casserole was basically done by Wang Feng, a big man, and Zhao Qiaoyun was only responsible for eating.Later, under Wang Feng's personal teaching, Zhao Qiaoyun also cooked some simple home-cooked dishes.

For Zhao Qiaoyun, a lady from a scholarly family, she never does housework, even if she kindly helped Wang Feng with some housework that day, most of the time it was just a disservice.Therefore, Wang Feng begged Zhao Qiaoyun to give him the greatest help every time, just sit on the sidelines and watch.

That's not to mention, when Wang Feng was in a good mood, he walked a few steps forward, and suddenly his sensitive nose smelled a faint scent of vegetables. It landed on the dining table three or four steps away in front of him, with four plates and white porcelain bowls on top of it.

Walking to the dining table, Wang Feng stretched out his hand, and gently lifted a white porcelain bowl closest to him. He looked down, and from the gap between the lifted white porcelain bowl and plate, he saw his usual Favorite dish.After seeing this, his little heart almost didn't jump out, and immediately, joy blossomed on his cheeks.

Wang Feng, who had been busy all day and hadn't had dinner yet, felt the hunger pangs in his stomach at this time, like a tidal wave. He couldn't help swallowing a smear into his stomach. , but at this time there are a few drops of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth that has not yet flowed down.

"Wang Feng, I have been waiting for you at home for a long time. You are no longer in the secret service and you are not at home. Where did you go to come back so late?" When Bai Ciwan looked at his favorite dish and salivated, he suddenly heard Zhao Qiaoyun from the second floor on the side of the stairs in the living room, with a somewhat angry tone, scolding the teacher for a while.

Wang Feng, who was in a daze on the spot, suddenly heard Zhao Qiaoyun's questioning voice, which caught him off guard. He was startled immediately and shuddered suddenly.The white porcelain bowl that was held in the air in the hand fell to the plate below, and made a crisp "snap" sound.

"Coincidentally, Qiaoyun, you haven't slept yet? I, I have spent the whole day planning the 'borrowing a knife to kill' plan that we had planned in advance. First I went to the police station, and then I went to a place in the French Concession as an upper class. The teahouse at the secret contact point of Jiangshi Juntong Station has met with the people from the Juntong, so it’s time to come back.” After listening to Zhao Qiaoyun’s questioning, the startled Wang Feng was stunned for a moment, then quickly turned around. He turned around, looked up at Zhao Qiaoyun, and answered concisely.

After recalling Zhao Qiaoyun's question just now, Wang Feng felt that something was wrong with her mood today.Usually speaking with him in a friendly manner, this time she was uncharacteristically, becoming a little angry and complaining, making her look like a resentful woman who has been trapped in a deep boudoir all year round.

However, in Wang Feng's view, Zhao Qiaoyun felt like a hostess at this time, and began to pay attention to the whereabouts of his hostess.Of course, out of respect for Zhao Qiaoyun, the online partner of the underground party organization, he couldn't be sloppy, and he couldn't explain everything in detail, so he had to answer her concisely.As for the details of what happened, Wang Feng felt that he didn't need to explain everything in detail.

Standing there feeling a little awkward, Wang Feng saw Zhao Qiaoyun who was originally standing on the open space in front of the bedroom door on the second floor come down the stairs. Something was not quite right, and he asked in a puzzled manner: "Qiaoyun, you just said that you have been home for a long time, and you are not staying in the secret service, why did you come back for such a long time? Could it be because I left the secret service?" I went out to do errands, Lu Yuntian's old man came to trouble you again, you just asked for leave and came back home, and you cleaned up the living room, tidy it up neatly, and cooked the food with gusto?"

(End of this chapter)