"The coincidences between us are all piled up with my sincerity. Tang Shubai, who only cared about Li Fengzhu's actions, didn't seem to feel the weirdness of the atmosphere, and raised his hand playing with Bai Yu slightly, showing a courteous appearance.

The curtain on the second floor of the small bungalow swayed in the wind, and Shinichi Nozaki retracted the sharpness in his eyes, put his hands in his trouser pockets and clenched his fists, and said behind him: "The new reporter of Ta Kung Pao is too difficult. ”

On the sofa opposite sat a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, with a straight waist and a tall posture, the man slowly took a puff of cigarette before asking, "That woman?"

Nozaki Shinichi's eyebrows were twisted into the word "Chuan", he walked to the sofa and sat down, crossed Jiro's legs, nodded for a while, and replied, "It doesn't seem to be her alone." Ta Kung Pao's abandonment of the 'slow resistance' stance has exceeded my expectations, and I am afraid it will ......"

The man in the suit looked calm and didn't seem to be embarrassed. patted the armrest of the sofa, got up suddenly, raised the corners of his mouth, and snorted softly: "Then let the reporter also be a news figure." As he spoke, he walked to his desk, picked up the telephone receiver, and said to the switchboard, "I want the office of the manager of the Tianjin Times." ”

At this time, Saburo Takaki, who was waiting outside, took out a small book from the pocket of his uniform and read the notes quite seriously: "Sugar skewers, sugar skewers, skewers!"

Sakamoto Hayashi Zhi, who was sitting on the side with his feet and closing his eyes, moved his eyelids slightly, smiled slightly, and suddenly asked, "What about Beiping?"

Baomu Saburo seemed to be stumped, stretched his tongue up and down, left and right, frowned and thought for a long time before he struggled to answer: "Sugar, sugar gourd...... Son, gourd ......" He curled his tongue for a long time, how could he feel uncomfortable, closed his eyes and held his breath and thought for a while, then respectfully stood beside Sakamoto Lin Zhi to ask for advice, "Sugar gourd, there is no 'son', right?"

Sakamoto Lin Zhi laughed loudly, put his feet on the ground, opened his eyes and didn't speak, but heard a voice from inside the door asking, "Where is Qingdao?"

The very authentic Qingdao accent caught Saburo Baomu off guard. Even Sakamoto Hayashi was stunned for a moment before he understood. So he turned his head sideways and repeated it softly in Japanese.

Saburo Hoki blushed, and his upper body bent ninety degrees straight: "I'm sorry to disappoint you!"

Nozaki Shinichi opened the door, made a gesture, and gently said behind him, "Toyama-kun, please." ”

Sakamoto Hayashi looked at the smiling Ryo Toyama blankly, feeling ashamed.

Ryo Toyama stepped forward and patted Saburo Hoki on the shoulder: "It's okay, it's not within the scope of your homework." ”

At this time, Nozaki Shinichi beckoned Sakamoto Hayashi to come over and said, "You go back first, it's okay to have Baomu here." ”

Sakamoto Hayashi nodded in gratitude, and it can be seen that the tacit understanding between the two is extraordinary.

If you want to talk about their fate, it was formed when they served in the navy. The young Sakamoto Hayashi once followed Nozaki Shinichi around, and his relationship was quite deep. Later, the two were discharged from the army one after another, Nozaki Shinichi came to Tianjin to take charge of the intelligence affairs of the British Concession, and Sakamoto Hayashi Tomoto entered Waseda University for further study.

When Nozaki Shinichi learned that his old subordinate had arranged his graduation trip to visit relatives in Tianjin, he asked Sakamoto Hayashi to help him during his stay in Tianjin. And Shinichi Nozaki always remembers to give Sakamoto a little more rest so that he can reunite with his family.

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Here, Sakamoto Lin Zhi, who had come out, walked for a while, and found an acquaintance walking in front of him, so he trotted and greeted: "Mr. Tang!"

I saw a man and a woman walking side by side looking back at him at the same time.

Although it was still a few feet away, Sakamoto Hayashi recognized the lady at a glance: "Miss Li?"

Tang Shubai was deeply surprised, stopped what he was doing, and hurriedly turned his head and asked Li Fengzhu, "Do you know each other?"

Running into two people who annoyed her one after another, Li Fengzhu seemed to have entered the ninth cold day, and her cold face couldn't make any expression, and replied perfunctorily: "One side." ”

Sakamoto Hayashichi, who was not working, seemed to have forgotten the displeasure in the past, and asked with a warm smile: "Are you two acquaintances?"

"I still have something to do......" Li Fengzhu was too lazy to deal with the Japanese, turned around and quickened his pace, almost running.

Where was Tang Shubai willing to let go, he patted Lin Zhi of Sakamoto on the shoulder who caught up, and said apologetically: "Then I won't accompany you more, Lin Zhi." Then, he hurriedly chased him out and said behind Li Fengzhu, "Your previous meeting with him must have been unpleasant." ”

And Li Fengzhu suddenly thought that it seemed a bit too coincidental that Sakamoto Lin Zhi appeared here, could it be that he was a guest visiting the Yuanshan Mansion? If so, then in the Yuanshan Mansion, it can be guessed more boldly.

Thinking of this, Li Fengzhu, who was originally too lazy to deal with Tang Shubai, changed his mind and asked him, "What do you mean?"

Tang Shubai saw that she had accosted, thought that he had guessed correctly, smiled proudly, and gently threw the white jade handle twice: "Although Lin Zhi is a peace messenger, his original intention to return to Tianjin is to visit relatives, but some people don't want him to just visit relatives." And the identity of that person is too much for him to refuse, so if the reporter surrounds him for too long, he will be a little impatient. However, the uncrowned king is unwilling to be treated slowly, and the Chinese are too dislike the Japanese, so they are more likely to get angry than usual. ”

That man......

By the way, there is a car at the entrance of the Yuanshan Mansion, but Sakamoto Hayashi Zhi walked out. Also, he is serving the Nozaki Mansion. Then, it is likely that the person who came here to visit was the person in charge of the Nozaki Mansion.

It seems that a complex person like Tang Shubai also has a role to play at a critical time. Li Fengzhu sneered again because he thought about it: "Do you know that I met him for business?"

Tang Shubai jumped two steps, jumped in front of her, and walked forward backwards: "Will people like you also have private affairs?"

Li Fengzhu glanced down at his watch, anxious to go back and report the progress, so he happily took it: "That's right, Mr. Tang! ”

At this time, the two had already walked to the main road, and Tang Shubai saw that she had the intention of stopping the car, so he stepped forward, forcing her to retreat. Fang Cai smiled and said, "These words seem to be made for me. ”

"Obviously you started it. Li Fengzhu shook himself clean.

"But I'm complaining, you're looking for excuses. Tang Shubai raised an arm to prop up on the wall, and approached her face step by step.

His side face was illuminated by the sun, his dark eyes were filled with amorous autumn waves, and the folds at the end of his eyes were engraved with the elegance and depth accumulated over the years. The thick black and neat eyebrows, the high bridge of the nose, and the corners of the lips that smile like hooks, I don't know how many hearts of young girls have been hooked.

Women's eyes are mostly realistic, breaking through social distance, gazing at them affectionately, and then having a good skin to help, there is no heart that can't be held.

Tang Shubai, who has always been comfortable in the love field, still looked at Li Fengzhu in this way, and a smile slowly appeared in the depths of his eyes, and he was smug in his heart.

Suddenly, there was a "snap", a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and the nasal cavity swelled and fever again and began to ache faintly.

When Tang Shubai reacted, he touched the bridge of his nose and gasped. Li Fengzhu had already withdrawn his handbag, raised his eyebrows high, shook it proudly twice, and had three points in his smiling eyes: "You are a loyal reader of "Saturday", right?"

"What do you mean by that?"

I saw that Li Fengzhu's waist straightened, and the situation changed, but forced Tang Shubai to retreat little by little: "Do you think that if you block my way, I can only let you entangle? The dignified deputy editor-in-chief of the newspaper molested women on the street, and where did you put your face when it was spread? If I refuse to spare you and insist that the female world come forward for me to ask for an explanation, how much will your newspaper spend to deal with the aftermath? Do you know why the girls in the story of talented and beautiful women always shout 'don't, don't' when they encounter this kind of thing, and then let the male protagonist like Pan An be at the mercy?"

Tang Shubai, who had been covering his nose and frowning, had a stomach full of fire, but he was also curious about the answer to this last sentence. It is said that most of the women who indulge in talented and beautiful women are women, but the one in front of them does not eat this.

Li Fengzhu saw a question mark written on his face, but he was also happy to break through the maze for him, and kept pointing at the bridge of his nose with a handbag and snorted coldly: "Because those authors are as interesting and low as you, but in their hearts they boast of the charm of fascinating all beings." The person who writes and the person who reads it has a great misunderstanding of himself, the woman, and especially the real world. That's why you're addicted to it because you smell like others! No matter how much you have taken advantage of this in the past, it will not be easy for you to come to me. After saying that, he rolled his eyes, stopped the rickshaw and left.

Tang Shubai sucked his red nose, shook his head again and again, and muttered to himself: "Tsk, why am I suffering! I don't want to destroy the flowers with my spicy hands, but I was destroyed by the flowers!"