Anti-Japanese Ace Agent

Chapter 288 A Book of Poems

Zhao Qiaoyun, with a downcast expression, walked into the cafeteria on the basement floor of the Secret Service office building alone, found an unoccupied table in the corner, and sat on a chair.

After waiting for a moment, a discerning chef saw Zhao Qiaoyun sitting down, and immediately brought over the chicken legs and braised pork on two large plates prepared by the back kitchen.

And, by the way, three or four dishes of green vegetables were served, as well as rice and steamed buns.

Zhao Qiaoyun, who was sitting alone in front of the table, had been sitting here quietly since the food was served, and the dishes and chopsticks on the table in front of her did not move for a while.

At the same time, in order not to attract the attention of others, she looked at the entrance of the cafeteria on the basement floor of the secret service office building from time to time with her peripheral vision.

About ten minutes later, when the heat of the food on the waiting table was about to dissipate, Wang Feng came rushing from outside, holding a brand new copy of "Yu Dafu's Anthology of Poems" in his hand. .

Standing at the entrance of the underground cafeteria restaurant, he looked around and saw Zhao Qiaoyun staring at him from a corner obliquely in front with a pair of almond eyes. Immediately, he smiled apologetically at Zhao Qiaoyun , walked over with vigorous steps.

"Qiaoyun, I'm sorry. I kept you waiting for a long time. Look, the food on this table is not steaming. You wait here for a while, I will call the chef in the cafeteria and let them take Reheat it in the past and let's eat it again.

"Otherwise, in this winter, eating cold dishes and rice is easy to cause diarrhea, and it's not good for your health." When Wang Feng stood across the dining table from Zhao Qiaoyun, he didn't have time to sit down. After he looked down at the steaming food on the dining table, he smiled and said to Zhao Qiaoyun who was sitting opposite him, caring and caring.

When Wang Feng said these words, Zhao Qiaoyun, who was sitting opposite him, looked at him intently. As for every word he said just now, he didn't listen carefully to his ears.

Because she focused all her eyes and attention on the brand new "Yu Dafu Poetry Collection" in Wang Feng's hand.At this moment, for a person who doesn't read poetry at all, he suddenly went out to meet a so-called "friend" with a very popular collection of poems by a poet in his hand, which immediately attracted Zhao Qiaoyun's attention and attention. Curious, and made her feel puzzled, secretly thinking that she must ask Chou Yinmao who is tall.

"Well, the food isn't very cold. It's neither hot nor cold. Wang Feng, you just came over after meeting friends outside, and you didn't have breakfast this morning. You must be very hungry. Let's not bother the chefs in the cafeteria. Hurry up and sit down and eat." Zhao Qiaoyun thought for a moment, then moved her sharp eyes away from Wang Feng who was standing opposite her, and turned to look at the food on the table in front of her. She hesitated for a moment. Finally, she suddenly picked up the chopsticks placed on the porcelain bowl in front of her, picked up a piece of braised pork on the top of the plate, and put it into her small mouth. After chewing slowly for a while, she put down the chopsticks and raised her head. Come on, to Wang Feng who was standing opposite, showing a caring look, and said softly with a smile.

After listening to Zhao Qiaoyun's thoughtful words, Wang Feng smiled a little embarrassedly, scratched his head, and carefully placed the "Poetry Collection of Yu Dafu" that he was holding tightly in his hand on a side of the dining table. He took advantage of the free space on the side and sat on a low stool behind him.

Seeing that Wang Feng finally let go, it was too late and then too fast. Zhao Qiaoyun, who had just put down her chopsticks, reached out and took the book and poetry collection that were on the side of the dining table with lightning speed. In the past, I didn't open it directly, but looked up and down the outer packaging of the book cover.

At the same time, Zhao Qiaoyun's sharp eyes were not idle, but from the corner of his eye, he observed every move of Wang Feng who was sitting opposite him just now.Sure enough, as she expected, she saw that Wang Feng's expression was a little anxious after seeing the collection of poems on the side of the dining table being taken away, and his whole expression was also a little flustered.

After seeing this, Zhao Qiaoyun secretly determined that there must be an unspeakable secret hidden in this collection of poems, otherwise, if a collection of poems was bought from a bookstore, Wang Feng, a veteran intelligence officer, would It's not that there will be a slight sense of tension.

But the current situation is just the opposite. Wang Feng's nervousness has risen to his throat, his right hand that just picked up the chopsticks is also trembling slightly, and a group of brows are slightly frowned. From this, it can be seen that he is indeed out of order. .

"Qiao, Qiaoyun, you don't need to say, I, I know, you will definitely ask me, a person who doesn't usually read books and newspapers to appreciate literature and technology to cultivate sentiment, why suddenly I have an extra book in my hand, or a recently compared An anthology of popular one-man poets.

"Actually, it was this young friend pulling a rickshaw that I went out to meet just now. Wasn't a young leader of the Qinggang called Zhao Daniu who brought six or seven youths of the Qinggang together to bully him this morning? I happened to see it at the time, so Lu Jianbu let out a yell, and he made a move when it was time to make a move. I shot too hard and broke one of Zhao Daniu's fingers.

"In the next hour or so, Liu Qingshan, the leader of the Green Gang, came to our Secret Service with the people he had accepted. This young man pulling a rickshaw looked at my gentle appearance and thought that I He is a scholar. In order to express his gratitude to me, he gave me this collection of poems to express his gratitude.

"Everyone sent books here. If I didn't accept it, it would be a waste of their kindness. I didn't think much about it. Anyway, this collection of poems isn't worth much, so I just accepted it. "Wang Feng was so frightened by Zhao Qiaoyun's question that he broke out in cold sweat. Even so, he still pretended to be indifferent, and spread his hands. He was a little nervous at first, not knowing what to do. The mood gradually stabilized, and he explained to Zhao Qiaoyun.

"Wang Feng, you must have something to hide from me. This collection of poems is definitely not as simple as you said. Besides, if you have no ghosts in your heart, why were you nervous when you spoke just now? I think you should tell the truth. After listening to Wang Feng's explanation, Zhao Qiaoyun felt that she didn't quite believe it at all. After thinking for a while, she turned to Wang Feng who was sitting opposite, shook the book of poems in her hand twice, and continued with some doubts. asked.

"Qiaoyun, what did I lie to you for? There's no need for me to lie to you. If you're like this, if you think that what I just said is false, then you can take this collection of poems, it's okay!" Wang Feng After seeing Zhao Qiaoyun's suspicion of him, he immediately came up with such a way to win her trust, and said with an innocent and helpless face.

After listening to Wang Feng's words up to this point, Zhao Qiaoyun, who was half-believing just now, believed it to be true.However, she still felt a little unbelievable about this in her heart, and fell into deep thought.

Just at this time, a person suddenly came from a distance, stood beside Zhao Qiaoyun who was in deep thought, snatched the book of poems from her hand, looked at it in front of her eyes, and said with great interest: "That's right. I didn't expect our Director Wang to be a romantic person, and he would give us Section Chief Zhao a collection of poems. It's really poetic!"

(End of this chapter)