Who this "she" refers to, both of them know by heart.

After Siberia, Yuan Xiaoxiao completely lost his trace within a certain range.

In the past, even if she was pretending to be lurking, there would always be traces to follow. After all, whether it is forging documents or preparing weapons, safe houses, etc., it is not something she can do alone. As far as the information is concerned, she has been in contact with the old ministry before.

But during this time, neither the things she had prepared in the various safe houses before, nor her former henchmen, including several bank accounts in her name, were silent.

It's as if the person has disappeared.

Shaking his head, the old man turned to look at Luke, and said unceremoniously and coldly: "You don't have to deliberately lead her, I understand now, she has never been a threat to me......!

Hmph, losing her for such a waste person as you, no matter how you look at it, it's a loss-making business!"

The whole time, Luke looked down at the book and did not refute it, as if he had acquiesced to the old man's majesty. After the room was quiet, the old man snorted coldly and turned to leave. The men who followed went out in turn, but the last few people who walked looked at Luke inexplicably.

After a long time, a long sigh rang out in the room. Luke got up from the recliner, looked in the direction of the door and said to himself, "It's not good to have a gain or a loss, it will make your subordinates lose confidence in you." Ford, you're old!"

This night, Wang Ping slept exceptionally badly.

It's not because of the poor conditions of the hotel, in fact, neither he nor the little fox expected that the aunt who was sitting on the roadside stall in a big cardigan would actually open a star-rated hotel at home.

So much so that when the little fox followed her home, the two argued for a while about the cost of accommodation. The little girl rolled around, and the aunt reluctantly agreed to charge her half of the fee.

As a result, after a man and a badger happily threw themselves on their own beds, a certain badger couldn't sleep.

As soon as you close your eyes, you will see a cute white bear cub crying in a pool of blood.

Wang Ping is not the kind of badger who is sad and sad, but this time he doesn't know what's wrong. It's as if after he gave up this matter in his heart for fear of injuring the little fox, his subconscious began to get along with him.

"Kill an old Han, Lao Tzu didn't do anything wrong, what kind of trouble is this kind of carelessness?"

sighed and stiffened until the early hours of the morning, and when he turned over in a groggy state, the sound of "grunting" roared from his abdomen, and then a wave of hunger surged all over his body.

"Whew!"

Sitting up from the bed, he glanced at the hazy sky outside the window, and subconsciously raised his paw and touched his nose. The sourness has disappeared, the bridge of the nose is hard, and the wound has healed.

"No wonder those people in the ancient books eat a few catties of meat and a few buckets of rice at every turn! The person who invented this qigong is a foodie!"

Jumping out of bed with his little shoulders slumped, Wang Ping quietly walked out of the room and began to look for the little fox's backpack in the square hall.

He also knows what kind of ghost virtue his own qigong is, so he is naturally prepared. On the way here, I had already prepared snacks and put them in the little fox's bag, just waiting for this moment.

The square hall was a little brighter, and the dark space seemed to be covered with viscous blue ink. A certain badger stared at a pair of night vision eyes, found a cupboard from the sofa, and found nothing.

"I obviously remember that when I came in yesterday, the little fox directly put the bag on the sofa......"

A certain badger scratched his head, and glanced at a hidden bedroom door, inexplicably feeling a little weak.

"Phew, it's all here, what kind of decent man are you pretending...... What about badgers!"

Secretly scolding himself, a certain badger straightened up, even if it was empty, it was still a round belly, and pushed open the door of the little fox and slipped in.

This bedroom was much larger than his small single room, and there was a figure in the shape of "less" lying on the large bed facing the window. One-third of the quilt was covered on the legs, and the rest was laid on the ground.

"Damn, this sleeping appearance is not as good as Gu Laosan~"

Wang Ping shook his head, looked around, and saw the small backpack on the bedside table at a glance.

The night vision eyes seemed to be brighter, and the chubby little figure took three steps and one step, leaning against the wall and quickly bypassing the big bed. But before he could get his backpack, he froze in place when he saw a trash can next to the bed.

A half-cylindrical object protruded from it, and his night vision twitched. If I'm not mistaken, this is a Canadian specialty he personally picked out from the supermarket shelves last night: pickled cucumber chips.

When I got closer, there were other plastic packaging stuffed next to the potato chip cones, each of which looked familiar.

Queensland fruit, shredded squid, grilled fish fillet, french fries, pea crispy......

Nima...... Brute~"

In the darkness, a chubby figure could no longer stand, and sat on the floor in despair.

"Hmm~...... Let's chirp~Let's chirp~"

The sound of a little fox murmuring came from the large bed overhead, and he rolled over at the same time. At this time, listening to the ears of a certain badger, it seems particularly mocking.

"I'm so stupid, really~"

Wang Ping rubbed his belly in annoyance, and his night vision eyes drooped down in a daze.

"I would entrust such an important thing to a foodie!"

Just sitting like this obviously doesn't help. Especially his stomach is not a reasonable fellow, if he is not satisfied as soon as possible, he can show him a spirit in a few minutes.

With a deep sigh, a badger got up resignedly. Before leaving, he climbed onto the bedside table and double-checked someone's backpack...... Sure enough, there was nothing.

The little fox on the side posed himself in a "female" shape again, and Peppa Pig was smiling at him under the raised nightdress, and he couldn't see it.

"Phew, is there a girl like you who can eat!"

Suppressing the urge to beat her, a badger stood on the edge of the bedside table, scratching the void like crazy. But just as he turned around and was about to jump to the ground, the mobile phone under his feet suddenly lit up, followed by a deafening ringtone.

"Bang!"

A certain badger slipped under his feet, grabbed his claws a few times, and then fell into the gap between the cabinet and the bed, and Hu Li on the bed trembled violently and sat up blankly.

After a long moment of trance, she realized that someone had called her. The little fox let out a sigh of relief, squinted his eyes and crawled over the head of the bed, picked up his phone and lay back down, curling up in a "eat" shape.

"Who's crooked?"

At the foot of the bed, a gourd-like black and white figure quietly poked its head out, and then lay on the floor and arched forward, crawling out along the route it had come.

Wang Ping was embarrassed to commit cancer at this time, and hated himself for not knowing how to stealth. If this is discovered, will people believe that he is just here to find something to eat and help her cover the quilt by the way?

It's dark and it's dark now, it's late at night on both sides, who is so bored to call here?

At this time, I heard a little fox exclaim from behind me: "What! You have already arrived? Why are you so fast?"

"Who's here?"

Wang Ping, who had already climbed to the door, subconsciously turned his head, but he was looking at a pair of bright eyes on the bed.

"Uh......"

One person and one badger were a little confused, the little fox wiped a handful of saliva from the corner of his mouth, and reported his address there dryly, but his eyes were staring directly at a certain badger.

Wang Ping scratched his buttocks, and before he could say anything, there was another chirp on his belly. A certain badger twitched and instantly shrunk into a ball in place.

"What's wrong with you, boss?"

In a trance, Wang Ping only heard the little fox scream, and then he didn't know anything.

I don't know how long it has passed, but I vaguely smelled a strange smell of Chinese medicine, and at the same time, a familiar and gentle voice sounded in my ears:

"Husband, it's time to drink medicine~"