Wife Is Too Domineering: Secret Agent's Mad Wife

Chapter 2 New Body, Stunning Girl!

The neon lights flashing on the street corner, the car horns coming from the road in the distance, the buildings with lights on both sides of the alley, and the billboards in traditional Chinese characters...

Everything in front of her eyes proved that she was by no means in that city on the edge of the desert in the Middle East at this moment.

The girl's slender eyebrows furrowed more and more as she glanced at the dress and the open-toed high-heeled sandals on her feet.

Dresses, open-toed high-heeled sandals...

This is not the attire for an agent carrying out a sabotage operation.

After stroking the curly long hair that covered her face, the girl quickly stood up and staggered towards the car parked by the side of the road.

Under the dim street lights, a strange face was reflected in the mirror.

It was a dirty little face. It seemed that the owner of this face had wandered on the street for a long time.

However, those dirt will not make people feel annoying, but will make people feel more and more pitiful.

Not for anything else, just because that face is too delicate.

Eyebrows are natural and slender, neither thick nor sparse.

The nose is straight and straight, neither wide nor narrow.

The lips are as delicate as petals, neither thin nor thick.

The face in the mirror seemed to come from the hand of God, such a face, probably only an angel deserves to have.

The pair of eyes under the beautiful eyebrows are water-colored, and the waves of light are full of charm.

Under the cover of the thick eyelashes like water grass, it is more and more blurred and mysterious.

It seems that the charming clothes are half covered, showing the taste of temptation.

Ordinary men with poor concentration, just afraid of being caught by such a pair of eyes, can't help but indulge in it.

If a woman saw that she had such an appearance, she would be so proud that she would wake up from sleep with a smile.

However, the owner of this face right now seemed to have seen a ghost in the mirror, and the face that had never had a wave in the face of bullets and bullets could not help but change his face.

Subconsciously, she raised her finger to touch that delicate little face.

The texture of the skin is as smooth and delicate as shelled egg white, full of elasticity, and the temperature is slightly lower than normal body temperature.

As an agent who takes disguise as a compulsory course, Mo Chou can easily judge it.

What she touched was genuine human skin, not advanced synthetic materials.

(End of this chapter)