The lunch with only one chopstick was placed on Wei Jieling's desk, and after Tan Jing left, Tang Qiao was impatient to deal with her vexatious trouble, and he didn't want to stay longer, so he threw her to the Japanese female secretary Ozawa, turned around and left. Ozawa looked at Wei Jieling with a smile, and said softly when he spoke: "If the dean doesn't want to eat, then don't eat." ”

As she spoke, she put away all the plates and bowls on the table, but she never mentioned arranging new dishes for Wei Jieling.

Wei Jieling sat behind the desk angrily, she got up in the morning and fell asleep, only eating a small half bowl of milk sugar japonica rice porridge, which would have been hungry for a long time. She sat and watched as Ozawa quickly cleaned up the food box and put the Japanese textbook back on the table, as if there had never been food on it.

Ozawa went out with his food and pulled the door from the outside. Her figure in a kimono limped past the window, and Wei Jieling saw her shadow disappear, and angrily threw the pen out of the window.

No one entered the dean's office for more than an hour, Wei Jieling lay on the desk, and the Japanese textbooks prepared for her by the female secretary were thrown to the ground. It was under this circumstance that Lu Peiming walked in, and Tang Qiao rushed over to open the door to greet his health.

Lu Peiming was followed by a male secretary, carrying a huge food box, which was specially for Wei Jieling. But in addition, he also specially ordered afternoon tea from Catherine, which was sent by the Lu family and given to everyone in the college.

Wei Jieling was sulking in the office, Lu Peiming came in with a smile, and she immediately turned red with grievances.

"Please do it for Mama Chen." Lu Peiming put the food box on the desk and took out the dishes in the same way. His secretary bent down to pick up the manuscript paper on the ground, and the pen bent the tip of the pen, and the secretary picked it up and looked at it, and threw it into the wastebasket.

No one wanted to serve the grumpy eldest lady, and after Lu Peiming arrived, Tang Qiao only came over to say hello and withdrew. Wei Jieling silently picked up the rice while shedding tears, the rice was steamed in chicken soup, fragrant but not greasy, but Wei Jieling ate the same taste as chewing wax.

Lu Peiming poured her sweet soup with his intact arm and patted her on the back to comfort her.

Wei Jieling sobbed: "Why are you here, are you okay?" ”

Lu Peiming said softly: "It's okay, lying in the hospital all day long, I'm also very bored." ”

Wei Jieling put her head into Lu Peiming's arms: "Am I useless, I can't do anything." ”

Lu Peiming comforted her: "How can Miss Seven be useless, you are a patriotic and righteous person." ”

Wei Jieling was startled and hurried to see the male secretary who was squatting on the ground to pack up the book.

Lu Peiming looked over with her and called out to him: "Xiao Zhong." ”

Xiao Zhong looked up in response, that face looked a little familiar, his eyebrows were deliberately thickened, and he still used the eyebrows of the Wei family, which Wei Jieling could recognize at a glance.

Xiao Zhong smiled at Wei Jieling: "Seventh Miss." ”

It's the voice of the talk.

Wei Jieling looked at Lu Peiming in panic: "Why are you ......?"

Lu Peiming pressed his right index finger on Wei Jieling's lips, and then said, "Xiao Zhong, just clean it up and put it on the table, you can go out." ”

Tan Jing put the sorted book and manuscript paper on the other end of the table, bowed to Lu Peiming, and opened the door and went out.

Lu Peiming's fingers were still pressed against Wei Jieling's lips. After Tan Jing went out, a greeting soon sounded at the door, it was the Japanese "female secretary" of Tan Jing and Wei Jieling.

Lu Peiming let go of his hand and smiled at Wei Jieling: "He called me." ”

Wei Jieling shook her head: "I don't believe him." ”

Lu Peiming leaned on Wei Jieling's desk: "Although you can't trust people casually, you can't doubt people casually." Don't compete with yourself, if you can't do it, arrange for someone else to do it. ”

"I don't want to be a burden." Wei Jieling took a tissue to wipe her tears, she now felt that it was a shame to shed tears in front of people, especially when her task was not completed. "I can find out the secrets in this academy myself, if it really has secrets."

Lu Peiming held Wei Jieling's shoulder, leaned down, and stared into her eyes: "You can do something, but you don't have to do everything yourself." ”

Wei Jieling calmed down in his calm and calm eyes, she lowered her head and inhaled deeply, Lu Peiming handed her the soup, Wei Jieling took it, held it in her hand, and put it back after a while.

"You called him, do you think the Japanese won't guard against him?"

Lu Peiming smiled: "They will guard against every Chinese, but if he wants to know something, he will do whatever it takes, he is the best reporter in Binhai." ”

Marina's best reporter was drinking tea under the watchful eye of the Japanese woman, whose eyes scanned his face like searchlights. Tan Jing's disguise technique is not very clever, in fact, it emphasizes a certain aspect of the characteristics in order to be different from his original appearance.

It was Lu Peiming who brought him makeup, but Lu Peiming didn't introduce it, so he didn't ask. After being driven out of Yuxian Academy by Wei Jieling, Tan Jing borrowed a phone and dialed Lu Peiming, but within ten minutes, the Lu family's car came to pick him up and sent him directly to Lu Peiming's apartment.

Neither of them identified themselves, and when Tan Jing entered the door, Lu Peiming was still in the hospital, and only a woman in a cheongsam was waiting for him in the room. She was thin, with a straight back, her hair in a bun mixed with silver threads, and her expression was as serious as a pious old nun in the Western world.

The woman nodded to Tan Jing, and without saying a word, pressed him in front of the mirror and looked at Tan Jing's face. Tan Jing couldn't figure out the situation, and was about to speak, when the woman suddenly made a move like lightning, slammed Tan Jing's chin, and lifted his face. Her hands were so strong that he couldn't even struggle when she was talking about the competition.

"Wait...... The lady ...... he struggled to speak, but the white-haired woman was already busy with his face, a row of small, delicate shell-shaped porcelain boxes, each the size of a knuckle, on the desk. The woman dug out some solid from one of the milky yellow translucent porcelain boxes, held it in her palm and pinched it for a long time before pressing it firmly on the bridge of Tan Jing's nose.

"Dean Lu, he ......"

"This was arranged by Dean Lu, and after a while, he will naturally come back and explain to you," the woman finally spoke, her voice low and her tone cold, "Now be honest with me." ”

Tan Jing wanted to frown, but as soon as his brows moved, he was pressed by the woman's hand, and his anger also rose, so he spoke: "I'm going to explain now, there is no one under the black canopy?" ”

"It's bold." The woman sneered, her tone sounding extremely sarcastic, and as she spoke, she raised her hand, and suddenly slapped Tan Jing in the face.

Talking about the seizure, the woman's hand suddenly pressed vigorously on his shoulder: "Those who don't listen to me usually end up miserable, I tell you to shut up now." ”

Half an hour later, the fierce old woman finally straightened up, withdrew her hand from Tan Jing's face, and took a step back to take a closer look. There was a set of folded clothes on the tall table beside her, and a wig on it, the hair was dry and yellowish in the light.

"Put it on." She spoke coldly.

Tan Jing saw his other face in the mirror, the bridge of his nose was raised high like a bone knot, the tip of his nose was still a little hooked, and the distance between the two eyes was inexplicably pulled in, which felt like a deep eye socket of the Western race.

The woman took care of the wig, first fixed it to Tan Jing's head, then carefully squeezed it with hair oil, and finally used dark brown eyebrows to patch up the hairline where the wig meets the skin, so that the whole forehead looks shortened.

"Breasts," he said, as he folded his neckline up and back to resemble a European morning gown, and opened a briefcase in front of him.

There was a stack of paper documents, a pack of tissues, a handkerchief, and a pocket watch in her briefcase, and she took out a bugging device from the bag she was carrying, and put it into Lu Peiming's glasses case in front of Tan Jing: "You should know what this is, and you should know how to use it." ”

Tan Jing took the glasses case and put it in his briefcase: "Where do you put it?" ”

"You decide." Sister Wang wiped her hands with a handkerchief, and glanced at the clock in the room, "Let's go, go downstairs, the car that picks you up will send you to Lu Peiming." ”

As she spoke, she packed up the makeup utensils, adding up so many knuckle-sized small porcelain boxes in a palm-sized alloy bag.