Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Shadow of the Lake and the Moon
Early in the morning, Zhixian came out of Sassoon Garden, a famous English park in Shanghai, in the fog, and his heart was a little sullen. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Xu was almost drowned when she was a child in her previous life, and she was really bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of the well rope. Originally, it didn't matter to her, but when it came to Qu Shizheng, things the size of sesame seeds became higher than the sky.
She came as promised, just went around to the back of the windmill and saw a small swimming pool, her legs couldn't help but be weak, she thought that Qingbai wanted her to learn to swim just casually, just to cooperate with him, acting for people in the shadows to see, but never thought that he even prepared a swimsuit for himself.
He refused to agree, although he didn't say it clearly, but the look in his eyes made it clear that she would not be allowed to refuse.
Knowing that he was idle and left, he looked at her back and said something like this, "You can't keep running away from what you're afraid of." ā
Is she afraid? But it's obviously what he said, I'm afraid that the water will have him enough, this person's memory is so poor, I don't remember what he said in his previous life.
Knowing that she was aggrieved and unreasonable with herself in her heart, it was not that she was small-hearted, she was a human being in two lives, she was held in the palm of Gu Qingbai in her previous life, but in this life, he treated her like a stranger, and the knot in her heart could only be blocked bigger and bigger.
She is now stubbornly stuck on a wrong path and will not look back.
She was walking on the sidewalk when a car drove past her.
"Brother Shaozhen, I haven't seen the second uncle in the past few days, and he can't help from the foreign bank, so you might as well call him to the Fan Mansion."
Fan Zixuan was dressed in a purple gauze dress, and her curly hair was tied with a bow, looking very delicate.
Xu Shaozhen squeezed her hand: "Xiaoxuan, which chocolate did you tell me last time you wanted to eat?" ā
Fan Zixuan leaned on his shoulder and said, "It's Zhenhua Commercial Building!" ā
"Stop," Xu Shaozhen let go of her hand, and then said to the driver: "Send Miss back to Fan Mansion." ā
"Brother Shaozhen......" Fan Zixuan hurriedly reached out to pull him, but saw that his tall figure had hurriedly gone backwards, so he had to swallow the sentence "I'll go with you".
Zhenhua Commercial Building is obviously in front, what is Brother Shaozhen going to do in the back?
She took a closer look, and saw that he stopped in front of a girl, and finally disappeared from her field of vision, and he was getting farther and farther away in the rearview mirror.
As soon as Zhixian looked up, he saw Xu Shaozhen who was stopped in front of him, and without waiting for her to speak, Xu Shaozhen walked next to her and said, "Is the translation work over there in Shenghua Foreign Bank?" It's still early, so why don't I treat you to dinner? ā
"I'm not hungry, thank you Young Master Xu for your hospitality."
Zhixian didn't want to talk to him more, so he took out the necklace from his handbag and handed it over, the pendant on the thin silver chain was the cufflink he gave her in Paris.
When she came home from Shenghua to change her clothes, she found that she was wearing such a chain around her neck, and she was amused and angry in her heart.
"You take it, I can't take back what I sent out."
"So, what I left behind, should Young Master Xu return it to me?"
Zhixian thought about it carefully, the document should be in the car, but the next day when he went out of the Xu Mansion and sat in the same car, the document on the back seat was missing, and he didn't believe it if it wasn't Xu Shaozhen's hands.
"Outside the nickname, Young Marshal Qu came to Shanghai to meet the beauty, reported by the poster! Nickname Wai ......"
Zhixian subconsciously turned his head to look, but Xu Shaozhen had already stopped the newsboy, gave him a silver dollar and drew a newspaper.
His gaze fell on the black-and-white newspaper, on which a photograph was published, and under the half-hidden curtain, a tall man and a petite woman stood opposite each other, although her face was not very clear, but those who recognized her could see at a glance that it was her Yan Zhixian.
Xu Shaozhen glanced at Zhixian beside him, and his tone was a little heavy: "I will return the documents to you, and you are not allowed to get involved in Qu Shizheng's affairs again." ā
"Young Master Xu is too domineering." Zhixian smiled faintly.
He suddenly pinched her chin fiercely, and stared at her with a pair of beautiful eyes: "Do you know who these warlords are? Be an arms translator for him, and you won't be afraid of losing your life! ā
Zhixian brushed his hand away, and there was a little sorrow in his tone: "It's my freedom to be a translator for whomever I want, and it has nothing to do with you." ā
Xu Shaozhen's tense face suddenly relaxed, revealing a very gentle smile: "Okay, then you don't have to negotiate with me here." ā
Has she given someone a handle again?
Zhixian closed his eyes forcefully, and then opened his eyes with a smile: "Don't you want to chase me?" "I really didn't expect that I would use the beauty trick again.
"Cao Kun's spies are eyeing me, are you willing to help with this?"
Her bright eyes showed a sly glint and asked with a smile, "What good did I promise you?" ā
"As much as she can, Miss Yan just spoke."
Qu Shizheng looked at the blue and waveless pool in front of him, and somehow, suddenly remembered a conversation he had with Zhixian that afternoon.
"Brother, I think this girl's tail is going to rise to the sky, otherwise let's quietly get rid of the tail in the north, let Dongzi and them do it, and there will be no clues left in Shanghai."
Zhao Yuanzhao crossed Erlang's legs, looked at the tall figure with his back to him, and said: "Brother's commitment is not low, and the identity of that girl is not so simple, it will not be good to make any trouble in the future." ā
Qu Shizheng said: "Is today's newspaper out?" ā
"It's out, the news hasn't left, but I'm afraid that within half a day, your famous young marshal Qu's reputation will be ruined." Zhao Yuanzhao smiled with some ill intentions.
Looking at Qu Shizheng's eyes, he couldn't help but feel furious in his heart, and after a while, he suddenly realized that he left Sassoon Garden in a hurry.
Now that the purpose of confusing people's eyes has been achieved, this deliberately left mouthpiece is of little use. Zhao Yuanzhao chuckled, thinking that these two spies were also earned, if they had come directly according to their own ideas at that time, I am afraid that these two people would have already been Huangquan ghosts.
Although Zhao Yuanzhao's speculation is a bit joking, his words are good.
Early the next morning, he pushed open the door on the sixth floor of Shenghua Foreign Bank and said, "Brother, Mr. Duan is here to take a telegram!" ā
As soon as the words fell, he was facing the girl sitting on the chair in the upper room with a pair of big black eyes, and the beautiful face seemed to be topped with the four big words "what did you say".
Why is this little girl still here?
Seventy-seven has something to say every three or five days:
Since the end of June, I have only won the grace of the exam, I told the exam, it must rain ~ dew ~ all ~ wet ~ but the exam just don't listen to it, just test me, just test me, just test me, all bake me up!
Under my unremitting style of eating food, the manuscript has finally run out!
Sprinkle flowers ~ applaud ~ (roll your eyes and face with mental retardation)
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