"Well, identity is a cover-up, there's no need to be so serious." Under Wu Xiaoyun's fiddling, Leng Feng put on a suit and tie.

Leng Feng is not a handsome guy, but his appearance is not bad, at least among ordinary people.

This person relies on clothing, a set of well-cut clothes, which is enough to raise a person's temperament by several grades, and if you "pinch it" again, it will be even more perfect.

Although Wu Xiaoyun is usually cold and not good at expressing emotions, he is still a little arrogant in his bones, and he still has a little requirement for his man's image.

"Having a cover identity is also a guarantee for your safety."

"Is anyone going to do me bad?" Leng Feng said in surprise, he had just arrived in Wuhan, and he should not have made any mortal enemies, except for the Japanese.

"It's hard to say now, it's not just the Japanese who are staring at you, but some people are very dissatisfied with you." Wu Xiaoyun said while buttoning it.

"I'll do it myself......"

"How much does this suit cost?"

"Three hundred."

"Fiat?"

"Ocean!"

"It's so expensive, I'm a major general, and my monthly military salary is only one hundred and six (three hundred and two in normal times, and one hundred and sixteen in times of national disaster), and my military salary for three months in this suit is not enough, right?" Leng Feng asked.

"At the current exchange rate, it's really not enough."

"I'll pay you back this money in the future, my military salary for the past few months has long been advanced." Leng Feng glanced at it in the mirror, it was really good, a bit of a "small opening".

"No, you don't." Wu Xiaoyun said straightforwardly.

"Why not, do you have money?"

"I have."

"It seems that I still have the potential to be adopted." Leng Feng smiled self-deprecatingly in the mirror.

"Put this on." Wu Xiaoyun handed over a pair of glasses, with gold rimmed, which looked very exquisitely made, and did not look like a domestic product.

These glasses are probably no cheaper than the suit on them.

"German?" Leng Feng saw a line of German letters on the frame.

"Put it on and try it." Wu Xiaoyun said expectantly.

"Okay, I'll wear it." Leng Feng took his glasses and put them on the bridge of his nose, not to mention, as soon as he put on these glasses, this "Xiaokai" temperament suddenly transformed into a successful person with a polite manner, and the taste of "vulgarity" instantly faded a lot.

"Yes, I'm afraid many people won't recognize me in this dress." Leng Feng was very satisfied, he might not be able to recognize his appearance.

"Big brother, it's almost time......"

"Sister Wu, who is this person?" Cong Hu pushed the door in, and suddenly saw a strange man in Leng Feng's office, his hand had reached the pistol on his waist.

"Tiger, you don't even recognize me?" Leng Feng couldn't help but show a smug smile, he was dressed like this, and he didn't even recognize Cong Hu, the person next to him, for a moment.

"Big brother, it's you, why do you look like this, it scares me." Cong Hu's face was embarrassed, and his hand was quietly put down, he really didn't recognize it just now, if he hadn't listened to the voice, he wouldn't have dared to be sure.

"Okay, it's not for you to change into civilian clothes, why are you still wearing military uniforms?" Leng Feng glanced at him and asked.

"I'm not here to inform you in advance, I'm going to change my clothes." Cong Hu turned around and ran away as soon as he slipped through the smoke.

"I'm going to change my clothes, too." Wu Xiaoyun pursed her lips and smiled, and walked directly into the lounge of Leng Feng's office, her clothes were all brought, and they were placed here, without any shying away from it.

Wu Xiaoyun usually wears clothes that are relatively monotonous, in addition to military uniforms, the color is mainly cold colors, which has a lot to do with people's personalities, she has a cold face, and then wears clothes based on cold colors, the whole person is even more cold.

Leng Feng bought her a light gray coat when he was in Xuzhou, he knew that Wu Xiaoyun didn't like bright colors, probably because of the nature of his work, people who were engaged in dark work didn't want anyone to notice his existence, and Wu Xiaoyun was the same.

However, this light gray coat is very foreign, and after she wears it, she has a feeling of atmosphere, coldness and nobility, which is unforgettable at first glance.

Wu Xiaoyun walked out of the lounge, and Leng Feng was slightly startled. Glamorous.

"How?" The corners of Wu Xiaoyun's mouth were slightly upturned, and it was rare to show a trace of a child's demeanor.

"It's beautiful." Leng Feng gave a thumbs up and said with pure appreciation.

"Do you like it?"

"I like it." Leng Feng said without hesitation.

Wu Xiaoyun's cheeks instantly turned crimson, this nerd was not so stupid, he finally spoke.

"Let's go, don't delay the sailing."

"Yes, ma'am!" Leng Feng laughed, and stretched his right hand forward slightly.

Wu Xiaoyun stepped forward a little shyly, grabbed Leng Feng's arm, and walked out slowly!

"Bang!" Who hit the wall here?

"Bang dang!" Who fell?

"Ugh!"

"I'm not mistaken, that's Director Wu......"

"Who's the guy next to you?"

"Stupid, who can look at our witch except for the master's seat, look at that shy appearance, oh my God, the iceberg goddess has finally melted!"

"I'm not alive anymore, my goddess has been robbed of ......"

"It's up to you, save it."

"You said that the witch department is dressed like this, should you go home with the master?"

"I heard that the old man is coming, and he is ...... in Hankou"

"Possibly, it looks like we're going to change our tune soon."

"What do you say?"

“……”

"You don't have anything to do, don't you, what kind of tongue is you chewing behind your back?" Luo Xiuya, who was angry for a while, appeared at the door, and the frightened guys from the intelligence department sat down to do things honestly one by one.

Wu Xiaoyun didn't hear these discussions, but in normal times, she would have been mad a long time ago, but now, she felt a little looking forward to it, and what these people said didn't seem to be wrong.

Leng Feng was a little embarrassed, although they were now dressed as a couple, but they had come all the way like this, and they felt quite compatible, maybe, maybe......

Maybe don't think about it, because the car at the back door is ready, and they must not go through the gate if they dress like this, they can only go through the back door.

Five people and two cars, Leng Feng, Wu Xiaoyun and Cong Hu one, and then Guo Weiquan and Leopard have one car, two drivers, and after they send people off, they have to drive the car back.

From the Hankou Garrison Headquarters to the passenger terminal, it is only a 20-minute drive, and the road is not too crowded, but it is a little dirty, and a large number of refugees have poured in, which has added a great burden to the supply of clothing, food, shelter and transportation in Hankou.

Guo Weiquan, Cong Hu and Leopard are all dressed as entourage, Cong Hu and Leopard are carrying two boxes respectively, and there is naturally a hole in the box.

The ferry ticket was already available, it was a ticket at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Because it was a first-class cabin, the treatment was naturally better, and Leng Feng and his party of five got on the passenger ship and entered the first-class cabin under the guidance of the waiter.

The first-class environment is better, but this passenger ship has been in operation for more than ten years, and even if the environment is good, it cannot be compared with later generations.

Leng Feng didn't mind this, and he wasn't here to enjoy it.

Those who can sit in first class are naturally those who have the power or money, there is also free coffee and drinks here, and Leng Feng also saw bottled Coca-Cola.

This thing is still a new thing in China at this time, but it still seems to be very popular.

"Sir, ma'am, what do you two drink?"

"I'll have a latte, Xiaoyun, what are you drinking?"

"Coffee, thank you!" Wu Xiaoyun nodded with a smile.

"Wei Quan, what to drink, you order it yourself." Leng Feng greeted Guo Weiquan.

"Yes, sir."

The whistle sounded, and the passenger ship left on time, slowly sailing from the shore and heading to the opposite shore, which was a liner every half an hour.

The coffee was quickly served, and Leng Feng and Wu Xiaoyun whispered this, like a young and loving couple.

There are many foreigners in the first class, Wuhan is the economic center of the Central Plains, and it was once the largest concession area in Shanghai and Tianjin, and it is not unusual for there to be many foreigners.

Moreover, the main organs of the state government are now working in Wuhan, some embassies and consulates have also been temporarily relocated to Wuhan, and news media from all over the world have also stationed reporters in Wuhan, and the number of foreigners living here is not small.

"Sir, Kuroko, they're in the ordinary cabin below."

"Got it."

When the boat arrived at Jiangxin, half of the coffee in the cup had been drunk, and Leng Feng asked Guo Weiquan to buy a newspaper and bring back a pack of cigarettes by the way.

Suddenly, Leng Feng felt a flash of light, and he subconsciously pulled the newspaper up.

"What are you doing...... Leng Feng taboos taking pictures, and everyone around him knows it.

"I'm sorry, sir, madam, I'm a photojournalist, you two look at it from this angle, it's so beautiful......" A foreigner just took a picture of them with his camera.

Leng Feng didn't want to get into trouble, but taking pictures of him without his permission was also a violation of his privacy.

"Hand over the film."

"What, no, you can't do that, here's a lot of photos I took......"

"Mr. Hans, you took a picture of me without our permission, which is a violation of our image rights in your Western world, right, I have the right to ask you to hand over the film." Leng Feng stood up slowly and said, "However, I can also not destroy the photos you took, if you want to get it back, you can go to Dadong Shipping Company to find me." ”

A small episode did not affect Leng Feng's mood, this kind of thing is too common, but foreigners in China have a natural sense of superiority, of course, there are also factors of inferiority complex of Chinese people, so these foreigners are rampant in China.

This photojournalist named Hans may not have a bad nature, but he has also been assimilated by this bad environment, and maybe he would not have done such a thing in his own country.

A Chinese dares to confiscate a foreigner's camera, and he is so justifiable, which is rare, Leng Feng and others quickly attracted the attention of the people around them.

And Hans is not alone, he still has companions, but in this matter, Hans did not do it right, and he had to persuade Hans to leave first, and sent a blonde beauty reporter to negotiate with Leng Feng.

Youthful and beautiful, like a golden flame, her brown eyes are deep and charming, and her intuition tells Leng Feng that this tall, fair-skinned blonde beauty seems to have this unusual magic.

For a photojournalist, the camera is equivalent to a gun in the hands of a soldier, and without weapons, a soldier is a lamb to the slaughter when he goes to the battlefield, which is the same for a photojournalist, without a camera, he cannot work.

What's more, this is still a Leica camera, which is worth a lot of money, more expensive than all the belongings of that Hans combined.

Leng Feng didn't mind returning the camera to the other party, Hans's disrespectful behavior annoyed him, and if he didn't teach him a lesson, he would get worse next time.

Journalists are not ruffians after all. Hooligans, the truth is still told, under the mediation of the blonde beauty reporter, Hans must apologize in public, and then after getting off the boat, find a photo studio, immediately develop the negatives, and Leng Feng takes his own negatives.

The matter was settled perfectly, although Mr. Hans's apology was a little insincere, but Leng Feng didn't care, anyway, he and this Hans had no possibility of intersecting in the future.

Instead, the blonde reporter seemed interested in him and gave him a business card with an address, a phone number, and a Chinese name: Jin Sha.

However, this business card was confiscated by Wu Xiaoyun in less than three seconds after it arrived in Leng Feng's hand, and it is also a woman's intuition, this blonde beauty named Jin Sha definitely has a background.

(To be continued.) )