Kong Zhiqiu was still calm in the end, and Xingshi mobilized everyone to sneak the coriander from the patrol house in Longcheng to a sushi restaurant he ran in Yangcheng, and until now he has not delivered any news to coriander.

He didn't send anyone to answer with coriander, but he also had a disguised way of delivering news, so he didn't worry about no one reporting to coriander.

He didn't say anything, and the coriander couldn't wait like this forever.

After putting Fuji Yantang down with a cup of ginger tea mixed with sleeping pills last night, she was alone in the house, wondering if she should get a bundle of explosives/drugs to tie up her body when Ming'er went to Yangcheng, and burn a jade with Kong Zhiqiu......

Even if she really has the heart to sacrifice heroically, it will be difficult to get things in her hands for a while.

She couldn't sleep, so she sat in the bed in the house and thought about the dawn.

As soon as the morning dawned, she cleaned herself up.

She remembered the plot in the TV series in her previous life - once the heroine went from a white lotus or a small fresh route to the route of a royal sister and a mature woman with heavy makeup, it often means that the heroine has magnified her moves.

A woman wearing the right makeup to go to the battlefield is equivalent to carrying a lethal weapon, invisibly putting pressure on the enemy, and telling the opponent in a disguised way - "Actually, I am cheating".

Cilantro felt that she didn't need to imitate the heavy makeup in the TV series and dress herself up like an old monster, she just wanted to have a good mental outlook.

But she didn't have a good rest for days, and a faint layer of shadow appeared under her eyelids, but fortunately she could cover the past with cosmetics.

Cilantro prefers to dress casually, she usually does not dress solemnly unless necessary, and rarely dresses herself like a lady and a celebrity. Most of the clothes in her closet are androgynous.

Today, she went to Yangcheng to dress very casually, wearing a white shirt on the top, a loose beige knit sweater on the outside, and a pair of coffee-colored woolen pants on the bottom. The hem of a white shirt hangs down at the waistband of his trousers, and a pair of English shoes are worn on his feet. Usually she dresses like this, which is very formal.

She went out in the morning and arrived at the boundary of Yangcheng near noon. She didn't rush to the sushi restaurant, but found a random snack street and wandered around casually. Looking at her like this, it doesn't look like she's here to save people, +(7)dǐng+(7)diǎn+(7)小+(7) says,.↙.¤os_(); It's like I'm here to play.

Coriander was eating happily in a spicy restaurant when he was approached by two Japanese. They wore swords at their waists, presumably they should be Japanese samurai, and the one headed by them was Yin He, who often escorted Sorachiaki.

Yin He went straight to the coriander table, and when he saw that the coriander was indecent, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, but his attitude towards the coriander was quite respectful.

The little warrior behind Yin He bowed slightly to the coriander with him.

"On behalf of my host, I would like to invite Miss Lin to the sushi restaurant."

Even if their appearance is very unappetizing, Coriander still has to resist the urge to revolt and put the score in front of them.

Eighty percent of her went to the Xinyue Bridge and showed the pass to the people who checked it, and Kong Zhiqiu had already received the news that she had arrived in Yangcheng. The other end of the Xinyue Bridge is guarded by Japanese soldiers, Kong Zhiqiu is so rich, and he has such a powerful brother, he wants to find his brother to do something convenient, that's not SOAS's business.

In fact, Kong Zhiqiu sent someone to pass on her, and he was also hinting at this information to her, which was nothing more than to tell her - your whereabouts can't escape my control at all, even if you don't come to me, I have a way to find you.

Also, in this sensitive matter, any Chinese who is close to the Japanese will inevitably be criticized. Kong Zhiqiu asked people to connect with coriander in public, just to let more people know that she is close to the Japanese, and to deduct the "good name" of "pro-Japanese faction" on her head.

It's a pity that Coriander won't be led by her nose.

She looked up at her watch, which she had bought from a stall after coming to Yangcheng.

Now it's only a diǎn more, not in a hurry.

Cilantro smiled kindly at Yin He and beckoned them to the table.

"Let's also come and eat a diǎn, and try our Chinese spicy tang, which is similar to your Japanese oden."

"Thank you Miss Lin for your kindness." Yin He and Coriander were polite.

Coriander looked sorry for them for not being able to eat the food, but she didn't force it, "Then you go back and tell Qiusang, I'll go back to him when I'm full, so that he doesn't have to wait for me." ”

Yin He raised his eyes and saw that the coriander was eating and drinking, there was something strange in his eyes, and he seemed to feel unhappy. He didn't show his feelings too obviously.

If he returns to Kong Zhiqiu empty-handed, he is afraid that he will attract a harsh reprimand, and it is difficult to explain to him, and he also knows that coriander is not a fuel-efficient lamp. This little Chinese girl is very good at saving people's face, to put it bluntly, she doesn't eat a toast.

Yin He, who has learned her skills, is not easy to do with her. This girl's skills are sensitive, her body is weird, and her strength is infinite, if she fights again, I'm afraid he will not be as good as last time.

Yin He's heart turned a thousand times, he was not a dead brain, he picked the weakness of coriander after a while, and he was faintly smug.

"Brother Ling Mr. Lin is a guest at my master's sushi restaurant, why don't you go to the sushi restaurant with us?"

Coriander put on a slightly painful expression, copied chopsticks and took a half-cooked cabbage leaf from the pot covered with red oil, and shook her head without looking at Yin He, "Recently, the weather has cooled down, and your sushi restaurants are full of raw and cold food, I'm afraid you will have stomach trouble if you eat it." ”

"Didn't Miss Lin just say that the oden is similar to the spicy tang you eat now, and our sushi restaurant will prepare oden for Miss Lin."

Coriander sneered in her heart, and actually pressed her with what she said, good, very good.

She blurted out: "Your oden with clear soup and little water is not as strong as this spicy hot, I don't believe you can taste it." ”

Regardless of whether she really likes to eat spicy tang or not, Yin He knows anyway, and he can't ask for coriander, at least not now.

Yin He stared around for a while, except for the diners in the small restaurant, even the stalls outside the restaurant and the people passing by did not let go. No suspicious person was found, and he still did not let down his vigilance, and the expression on his face seemed to be a little suspicious.

"Is Miss Lin here alone?"

Cilantro shrugged her shoulders at the square table, "Isn't that a sight to be." ”

Before Yin He and the others came, she was filling her emptiness and loneliness with steaming spicy hot.

"Don't stand still, sit down. The pestle is weird and piercing. ”

In response to the words of coriander, Yin He and another samurai became Jiao diǎn characters in the small restaurant. Almost all the people in the room were sitting, but they were standing upright like pillars, and they were still wearing kimonos, and the style of painting was too conspicuous.

Here, it's hard for them to go unnoticed.

Yin He had no choice but to sit down with his companions.

To his amazement, this meal, parsley was eaten for nearly an hour, and it took almost half an hour to go to the toilet.

That is, an hour and a half later, they came out of the small restaurant.

Yin He couldn't help but wonder if she was deliberately delaying time. But he couldn't figure out what good it would do her to drag on like this, wouldn't she just not worry about her brother?

What is there to worry about coriander, isn't coriander a guest at Kong Zhiqiu's place, and the delicious and delicious ones are served. Someone helped raise him, and it was too late for her to be happy!

Yoshiga leads the way and brings coriander to the sushi restaurant.

Now that she sees Sora Zhiqiu, she will inevitably behave coyly, although she has never been honest in front of this Japanese man before.

In the not spacious Japanese room, there are two people, such as coriander and Kuchiqiu.

The entire Japanese-style room is surrounded by wooden lattice doors that can be pulled and closed, and a small low table is placed on a clean tatami mat.

Kong Zhiqiu probably already knew that the coriander had filled his stomach before he came, but this time he didn't arrange a grand meal, and only used a pot of tea to treat the coriander, which was considerably intimate.

The two sat opposite each other, and compared with the kneeling and sitting in the rules of Kongzhiqiu, the coriander was more casual. She had her butt on the ground, one leg crossed, one leg bent, one hand on the knee of the bent leg.

Greeted some painless topics, and Kong Zhiqiu was strange about coriander's attitude, because coriander didn't mention coriander in a word, not like an insider, but like a simple guest here.

Kong Zhiqiu couldn't help it, and took the initiative to mention coriander, "You don't want to know where your brother is now and how he is now?" ”

Coriander slapped her brain, and seemed to remember that there was such a thing, "Don't you say that I forgot, my brother didn't make trouble with you here, right?" ”

Her salty and non-salty reaction seemed to be telling me that I was not worried about you here, and I would like to thank you for serving my brother like this.

Kong Zhiqiu was stunned for a moment, and the ghost envoy replied, "No." ”

Coriander seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "It's good that I didn't trouble you." ”

She picked up the teacup and pretended to drink the tea, but she was silent on the surface, but she was secretly thinking in her heart, she wanted to see when Kong Zhiqiu would wait until he showed his hole cards.

Coriander put down the teacup, and Kong Zhiqiu carried the teapot to fill it for her.

In fact, the cup of tea in the coriander was not finished at all, and his extra move showed that he was about to lose his breath.

The Japanese pay attention to the tea ceremony, and this pot of tea was brewed by Sorachi Autumn himself when he was greeting with coriander. He also wanted to tell sù coriander in this way, but he didn't do anything in the tea, so she could drink it with confidence and drink it openly.

"Your brother is going to study abroad, we have many good schools in Japan, and I can help your brother arrange for any school you want to go to and give him the best treatment."

Hehe, Kong Zhiqiu wants to keep the coriander in his hand as a hostage.

Coriander pretended to be confused, "Hehe, that's not good, my brother can go to study wherever he goes, but he can't go to your Japan." Seeing the change in Kong Zhiqiu's face, she then said frankly, "The purpose of sending my brother abroad is very simple and tacky, that is, I want him to glorify his ancestors and add exotic customs to our old Lin family. Now the relationship between Japan and China is so tense, casually you Japanese will be poked in the backbone and scolded as traitors and traitors. Then how can I expect my brother to give our Lao Lin family glory to our ancestors. ”

She shook her head and waved her hand again, "I don't want to discredit the Lao Lin family." ”

These words are tantamount to slapping the face of Kong Zhiqiu.

Coriander said that she was happy, and she didn't forget to ask for guilt after slapping her face.

"Qiusang, don't think I'm talking badly. For the sake of our Lao Lin family, I can only go with the flow. ”

Kong Zhiqiu's face was ugly, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and he couldn't even show a dry smile.

He drank the cup of tea in front of him, and instead of suppressing the fire in his heart, this cup of tea added fuel to the fire, making the fire in his heart even stronger.

Kong Zhiqiu gritted his teeth, "Miss Lin is really straightforward." ”

"Then I can't lie to you."

The honor and disgrace of the old Lin family, Kong Zhiqiu Yiyi diǎn child doesn't care.

"That being the case, then I'll be honest with Miss Lin, I hope Miss Lin can do me a favor—"

Sora Chiqiu watched Coriander's reaction.

The corners of Coriander's lips smiled, not shocked, and her quiet gaze seemed to have seen through Kong Zhiqiu. She said slowly word by word: "I'm afraid, this is not small." You might as well just say it. ”

"Su Qinghong, the current president of the Shanghai Chamber of Commerce, is very fond of you......" Kong Zhiqiu deliberately said only half of his words.

Coriander raised her eyebrows, "Qiu Sang is really persistent in the position of president, which makes me admire." Do you want me to help you get rid of Su Qinghong? ”

A faint sneer appeared on Kong Zhiqiu's face, Rui Jing's eyes were covered with a layer of gloom, and his whole face suddenly became green and terrifying, like a fierce ghost with blue face and fangs.

"You have a lot of opportunities to get close to him, and if you want, you can even curry favor with him and get the qiē he has now. His possessions, his status, his prestige ......"

Coriander waited for him to finish patiently, and then snorted, "Qiusang, you are forcing Liang to become a prostitute." She flashed the ring on her hand, "I'm sorry, I'm married." ”

Kong Zhiqiu regarded the ring on her hand as if it were nothing, and he didn't care about that kind of formal thing, not to mention that he didn't believe in the fact that Cilantro and Fujihiko Tang were married.

His expression was somewhat normal, "I don't mean to let you go and talk to Su Qinghong about a year-old love - didn't he die a granddaughter, you can completely replace his dead granddaughter and become the closest person around him!" You just have to grab his heart. ”

"Grab his heart, is that different from falling in love with him? Qiu Sang, can your lower limit be one more diǎn? "You might as well tell me bluntly, let me obey you, lurk beside Su Qinghong, get a qiē that originally belonged to him and give it to you, isn't this the end?" ”

"Hehe, Miss Lin...... It's really straightforward. (To be continued.) )