"Who's the official killer?" Tang Rou blurted out.

Sick glanced at her, his eyes sly.

"Vivien, you should know my rules here. Don't ask more questions if you shouldn't. ”

"Of course, if you change your mind. You can serve me well in bed. ”

Sick stared at Tang Rou's towering gaze and swallowed.

"Then when I'm happy, I can tell you something interesting."

Tang Rou snorted, picked up the information and left.

I was a little nervous.

Now that a killer has been sent, it means that Qi Zheng is in a very dangerous situation now.

And this employer is also prepared to send a second and a third in case that killer fails.

It can be seen that this employer is stubborn and stubborn to kill Qi Zheng.

Tang Rou returned to her humble cabin worriedly and began to read the information.

The task given to her by Sick is to familiarize herself with these materials within half a month and learn to speak fluent Mandarin within a month.

A smile tugged at her lips.

Sick didn't know that Vivien was a pure Z person in her body.

And for Qi Zheng, she was already familiar with it so much that she didn't need to read these materials at all.

But she still watched it over and over again very carefully.

The man she loves is close to her, and she doesn't know when she will have the opportunity to see him again.

Now, she can only look at these materials to relieve her intense thoughts.

He likes to drink Italian hand-ground coffee without added sugar.

He never takes a speech when he speaks, and he likes to wear a light-colored casual shirt in his personal time.

This information doesn't seem to be of much value. Some of the presidents of country Z are not so easy to expose.

All that others can know is something inconsequential. It may even be fake.

Tang Rou bit her lower lip, in fact, she knew better, such as he usually likes to drink Italian hand-ground coffee.

But if it's her own coffee, no matter what the flavor is, he likes it.

Once, she asked him if he was used to drinking the coffee she brewed.

As a result, he first lowered his head and took a large sip, took it in his mouth, and then kissed her passionately.

Let the bitter aroma of the coffee transition into her lips.

After ravaging the sweetness of her lips, he asked her with a blank look in his eyes.

"You don't know until you've tasted the coffee."

Tang Rou sighed.

Leaning on the rotten bed board with the information, thinking about his man's gentle and elegant but hidden sharp eyebrows.

And the intense affection behind the gaze.

When she was alive, she didn't notice this, only that he was taking advantage of her.

Now that she is "dead", she knows how much this man loves her.

For half a month, Tang Rou carried out hard physical training during the day, and sat in the damp and stuffy Xiaomori house at night, holding these materials until dawn.

Sick's training here is very intense. Even an ordinary man would find it extremely difficult.

is more tired and bitter than the martial arts in any of her previous scenes. Almost every day, her body was scarred, her whole body was bruised, and her limbs hurt as if they were about to crack.

But Tang Rou gritted her teeth and persevered.

She was smart not to speak fluent Mandarin right away. Instead, he deliberately stumbled and said it very bluntly.

It was only after a week that she "memorized" some of those materials one after another.

She got the balance right, so that Sick felt that she was smart and good, and that she was a good seedling, without going too well and arousing his suspicions.