At the moment of turning around, Li Zhiming quickly twisted the stiff muscles on his face, pulled out the most tender and sweet smile, carried the suitcase in one hand, and carried Qiu Shan's small hand in the crook of the other hand, and walked over to Tanigawa Nosuke easily and comfortably.

"Hehe, where are the little couple going?" The old woman put one of the packages she was carrying on the small square table, and muttered as she untied the ties, "Why does Allah always feel that the sesame oil in it has been spilled?" At the moment of turning around, Li Zhiming quickly twisted the stiff muscles on his face, pulled out the most tender and sweet smile, carried the suitcase in one hand, and carried Qiushan's small hand in the crook of the other hand, and walked over to Tanigawa Nosuke easily and comfortably.

"Hey, why don't you answer?" She turned her head and continued to stare at Li Zhiming. Anyway, there's no way to live, so just fight!

"Miss Qiu?" On the train, Li Zhiming sat face-to-face with Qiu Shan, and he asked in a low voice, "How did you find me?" Wang Dayong glanced at the large cloud of white smoke that kept coming out of the front of the car, and lowered his head gloomily.

"Hey, why don't you answer?" She turned her head and continued to stare at Li Zhiming. Li Zhiming took out the fake documents that Qiao Jinshan gave him from his pocket, including Qiu Shan's, and handed them to the traitor.

"The man in the gray suit seems to look familiar." Wang Dayong looked at Li Zhiming's back and replied with some uncertainty.

"Darling, I'm here!" Suddenly, a fashionable girl wearing a blue cheongsam popped out of the slanted thorns, she rushed to Li Zhiming with a wicker suitcase, stuffed the box into his hand without saying a word, raised a smile as white as jade, and said loudly coquettishly.

"Hehe, where are the little couple going?" The old woman put one of the packages she was carrying on the small square table, and muttered as she untied the ties, "Why does Allah always feel that the sesame oil in it has been spilled?" ”

"The luggage is so heavy, can you help me carry it?" Don't go too fast, look at the sweat on your forehead......" The woman tore off the handkerchief from the placket and wiped the sweat off Li Zhiming's face with a smile.

Li Zhiming took out the fake documents that Qiao Jinshan gave him from his pocket, including Qiu Shan's, and handed them to the traitor.

"Sasaki, you are in charge of the inspection here, and the rest of the people will come with me!" Tanigawa Nosuke seemed to be a jackal dog that smelled blood, and he was so excited that a green light appeared in his little eyes, and he pulled Wang Dayong up and chased after Li Zhiming quickly.

I'm so hungry! She couldn't bear it anymore, so she couldn't bear it anymore!

"Hey, why don't you answer?" She turned her head and continued to stare at Li Zhiming. I'm so hungry!

She couldn't bear it anymore, so she couldn't bear it anymore!

"Oh, I'm sorry, you're in the seat." Li Zhiming glanced at the ticket that was shaking with the old man's hand, and quickly stood up and gave way to the window seat.

"The people in front of you stop!" Tanigawa Nosuke shouted loudly in stiff Chinese: "If you don't stand still, you will shoot!" Wang Dayong glanced at the large cloud of white smoke that kept coming out of the front of the car, and lowered his head gloomily.

Wang Dayong glanced at the large cloud of white smoke that kept coming out of the front of the car, and lowered his head gloomily. Li Zhiming took out the fake documents that Qiao Jinshan gave him from his pocket, including Qiu Shan's, and handed them to the traitor.

"The man in the gray suit seems to look familiar." Wang Dayong looked at Li Zhiming's back and replied with some uncertainty.

Seeing the short Japanese walking away with his legs, Li Zhiming secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ahem, young man, can I please see if Ala's seat is here?" When the two of them were staring at each other, an old woman with a leaning back walked to Li Zhiming's side, shook the ticket in her hand and said.

Seeing the short Japanese walking away with his legs, Li Zhiming secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Baga!" Tanigawa scolded silently, waved his hand and continued to return to their respective positions with a group of spy traitors.

Qiu Shan suddenly stretched out her hand, neatly unwrapped the old woman's package, grabbed an oiled paper bag, and pulled out a chicken thigh from it three times and five by two.

"Whew" and bites off a piece of chicken fiercely. Li Zhiming didn't even look back, as if he didn't hear the noise behind him, but his pace had changed from brisk walking to running.