Li Fengzhu stabilized his mind, stroked a lock of short hair on his forehead, and replied, "This is a temporary increase." You should also be very clear about my stinginess. I want someone, a bouncing man!"

Johnson leaned back in his chair, raised one leg, swung a few times, and said, "Okay, I can't bear to wait too anxiously, so I'll surprise you." My people have already set off, so when I will see your son depends entirely on your performance. ”

When Li Fengzhu heard this, he saw that he looked determined and serious, and he felt that there was a lot of brilliance in front of him, and there was a spark that rubbed his eyelids and jumped straight to the sky. Venus seemed to set her mind on fire, and she finally figured out the pulse of her illness, and completely understood why she was so absent-minded.

Because she subconsciously, she has always been very clear about Johnson's ability. With his power in Jinmen, it was more than enough to find someone in three days. So even if tracking the phone is useless, he should be close to success. This means that Li Fengzhu's goal needs to be changed from saving people from the hands of the Iron Fist Regiment to replacing people from Johnson's hands. Although Li Fengzhu already had such an awareness in the depths of her mind, her nerves were oppressed by all sides, and they seemed to be disconnected from each other. Therefore, this thought was buried in the depths of the mind like dust, and it was not fully expressed, which led to the past few hours, and I was not in a state of doing anything.

"How can I know that you're not fooling me?" Li Fengzhu still lowered his head, and only glanced upwards with his eyes.

Johnson stood up solemnly and told her, "You can go back and wait for the phone tonight to see if there is any Iron Fist in this world." ”

"That ......" Li Fengzhu leaned forward eagerly, but was cut off by Johnson's sneer.

"Still, I'll see you later. With that, Johnson flashed a finger and placed it straight on the tip of his nose, both emphasizing the night and silencing. Finally, leave a smug sneer and walk away.

Although Li Fengzhu's heart was stimulated and beat suddenly, his body seemed to be deflated, and he almost couldn't stand up. And when she walked out of the café, she always felt that her feet were not on the ground.

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When he walked back, Li Fengzhu recalled that the whole thing was like this. A group of people with hearts but little power kidnapped Xiao Rufu halfway by coincidence. And Li Fengzhu received a similar lesson, and impulsively asked God to worship the wrong Buddha, and revealed the secret in front of Johnson. Under the so-called exchange of deception and coercion, Johnson not only wants to help her find Xiao Rufu, but also wants to help her "take care" of her old mother at home. is to take advantage of the situation to force Li Fengzhu to submit and become his eyes and ears.

For this old and young, Li Fengzhu chose to save his mother, who was relatively in a safe environment. The price of this decision was to temporarily grieve his son for two more days at Johnson's hands. So, what she should do now is to feed Johnson with the right information, and then replace her son.

But can she get it out? She wasn't sure, but there was no way out. She has no regrets about releasing smoke bombs and diverting Mrs. Li from Johnson's tiger's mouth. Because the cunning and dishonesty she showed were all stolen from Johnson. According to Johnson's temperament, it is impossible to take Mrs. Li as a hostage, so he really keeps his promise to return his son to Li Fengzhu, and the real ending will only be that both of them are controlled by Johnson. This choice has nothing to do with thin feelings, but if she can keep someone, she will have less worries.

If he wanted to go, Li Fengzhu closed the door. When he entered the room, he propped his hands on the edge of the table and stared at the telephone, looking motionless from dawn until after dark.

Every time the clock is struck, Li Fengzhu counts the past one by one. From less to more, it seems that after a long spring and autumn, it will wait for the pendulum to hit ten times. But her body was still nailed in place, only a pair of eyes slipped down, and when she saw the watch she had just adjusted at noon, she had also gone past ten o'clock. However, the phone was not heard. However, there are all kinds of people in this Iron Fist Regiment, except for a grievance that is the same, and the other aspects must be Lala mixed with all kinds of situations, how can there be such strict discipline, pinching the hour to call in?

We will have to wait and see to prove that Johnson's words are not boasting.

After another hour or so, the phone still didn't ring, and it seemed that it was difficult to wait any longer.

Li Fengzhu can't tell what it feels like, she may no longer have to be coerced by the Iron Fist Troupe to write articles that violate professional ethics. But she is about to start being restrained by Johnson again, if Johnson only needs her to deal with the Japanese, then she can still turn a blind eye and make up for a while, but this is not a long-term solution after all.

She threw herself on her back and exhaled a long, cloudy breath from the ceiling, the darkness wrapping her so tight that she could barely breathe. She pulled out her chair, turned on the electric light, and looked at the original text transcribed from Tang Shubai's house, just distracted.

What Johnson wanted, he had to deliver. But you can't send the real original text, that would be a goof. However, how can the fake be changed to be like the real thing?

That night, Li Fengzhu tried to draft five or six drafts with different wordings, wanting to compare them to see which one was easier to pass.

Unconsciously, there was a little white light in the sky, but her window was tightly covered by the curtain that blocked the light, and no one outside could see the situation inside, and in turn she couldn't see the changes outside. It's just that no matter how hard you hold on, it's hard to open your eyelids, and I can tell that it's about the early morning of the next day.

Physically, Li Fengzhu needs to rest very much, but psychologically speaking, being busy and sober can make her feel more at ease.

In the process of wrestling with sleepiness, the sound of a child calling for her mother constantly reaches her ear drum. When I shouted for the first time or two, I still felt unfamiliar, but then I felt a little familiar. I can't help but think that people's hearts are really insufficient, and mothers who can see their children every day always show impatience with their children. As for her, she wants to ask for this suspicion, but God just doesn't want to fulfill her. Thinking about it, he stood up and uncovered the veil in front of the bed, took the enlarged photo on the bedside table, and whimpered and cried at the immobile figure.

In a trance, I heard someone shouting again, "Mom, Mom, open the door quickly", his eyes flickered, and Xiao Rufu on the photo actually moved his mouth.

Li Fengzhu paused to cry, raised his wrist and looked at the time, it was nearly five o'clock. It's been a few days since I moved into this apartment, and I don't seem to have heard of a child who wakes up early in the morning. From this point of view, his fantasy and auditory hallucinations are really terminally ill.

Just as she lowered her head and continued to pick up her nowhere to talk about her longing, two knocks on the door came into her ears, sounding like they were close at hand.

Don't......

No, it can't be. Although Li Fengzhu shook his head violently, his body was pulled by the ethereal hope in his heart, and he stood up and walked towards the door.

Tuk tuk, the knock on the door continued, with the voice of a boy calling for his mother. This is obviously the son who thinks about her day and night calling her!

Indeed, for many years, the mother and son could only talk on the phone, and suddenly removed the telephone, which at first glance could not be immediately reacted. But everyone's tone of voice, especially the tone of calling mother, is unique in the world.

Li Fengzhu was stunned, pinched the back of his hand, and confirmed that the sound of banging on the door and shouting did not disappear, but became clearer and clearer, and swished, rushing over and unlocking the door at a speed that almost pierced through the door panel.

The moment the door opened, she first subconsciously looked at the position of her thigh, and what caught her eye was a crumpled dress swinging in the wind. She hissed in surprise, her head shrunk back, her eyes moved upward, and then she saw the thin and haggard face of a young man. The silhouette and facial features are so familiar, but they are not fully recognizable.

At this time, the neighbor on the other side of the door rushed ahead, patted the door and asked angrily: "What time is it?!" Li Fengzhu's bubbling tears were half frightened.

The little boy had unkempt hair, and a few black furrows on his face, which were traces left by tears mixed with dirt, and at a glance he knew that he had lived a miserable life. One of his hands was raised, wiping his tears and snot repeatedly, one hand was twisting the edge of his clothes, a pair of small ears were red and red, and his small appearance looked embarrassed and afraid, and there was an indescribable annoyance.

I haven't seen my mother once in five years, and I have had two dangerous experiences of escaping danger in two months. At present, it is easy to run to the door of a strange house, and finally see the dearest mother in the world, but this mother does not step forward, does not say a word, patronizes the appearance of standing and crying, what should a half-old child do?

"Mom, Mom......" When he didn't open the door, he raised his voice one after another, but these two sentences sounded quite weak. Even combined with his small steps backwards, it can almost make people hear a trace of regret.

Fortunately, he screamed like this, waking up Li Fengzhu, who was indulging in shock. She hurriedly took the child in her arms, and dodged into the house, raising her foot to kick the door hard. She turned around, her knees were still habitually bent down, and she touched the child's head, just to the position where she was flanked, so she straightened her knees again, lowered her head and looked and touched carefully, and kept muttering: "How come, how can it be ......" The voice is a sentence after a sentence, and the bitter water from the bottom of her heart will cry out.

She tried so hard to see her son's face, but the face reflected in her eyes was shattered again and again by the tears that burst the embankment. Only one of her hands can really be used to recognize each other, with a high nose like a mother, and thick eyebrows like a father. Since my son could walk, he has often heard from relatives, friends and colleagues, that is, he has never heard this sentence in the past five years.