They both knew who this "she" was referring to.
After leaving Siberia, Yuan Xiaoxiao completely disappeared within a certain range.
Normally, even if she was hiding in disguise, there would always be traces. After all, whether it was forging documents or preparing weapons and safe houses, it was not something she could do alone. From what we know, she has been in contact with her former subordinates.
However, during this period, there was no movement from the things she had prepared in various safe houses, her former confidants, and several bank accounts under her name.
It was as if the man had disappeared.
Shaking his head, the old man turned to look at Luke and said coldly, "You don't have to deliberately lead her to me. I understand now. She has never been a threat to me! But you...
Humph, losing her for a useless person like you is a losing deal no matter how you look at it!"
From beginning to end, Luke lowered his head to read a book and did not refute, as if he was impressed by the old man's majesty and acquiesced. After the room became quiet, the old man snorted coldly and turned to leave. The men who followed him went out one by one, but the few who walked at the end looked at Luke inexplicably.
After a long while, a long sigh sounded in the room. Luke stood up from the recliner, looked towards the door and said to himself, "It's not good to worry about gains and losses. It will make your subordinates lose confidence in you. Ford, you're old!"
Wang Ping slept particularly badly that night.
It was not because the conditions of the hotel were bad. In fact, neither he nor the little fox had expected that the auntie wearing a big cardigan and eating skewers at a roadside stall actually ran a star hotel.
So when the little fox followed her home, the two argued about the accommodation fee for a while. The little girl threw a tantrum and the aunt reluctantly agreed to charge her half of the fee.
As a result, just after the man and the badger happily jumped into their respective beds, the badger couldn't sleep.
As soon as I closed my eyes, a cute white bear cub appeared in my mind, crying in a pool of blood.
Wang Ping was not the kind of badger who would get sad over the passing of time, but he didn't know what was wrong this time. It was as if after he gave up on this matter in his heart for fear of implicating the little fox, his subconscious mind began to be against him.
"Damn you, Old Han, I haven't done anything wrong, why am I feeling so bad about it?"
He sighed and groaned until the early morning. Just as he turned over in a daze, he heard a long "gurgling" sound from his stomach, and then a feeling of hunger surged throughout his body.
"call!"
Sitting up from the bed, he glanced at the dim sky outside the window, and subconsciously raised his paw to touch his nose. The soreness had disappeared, and the bridge of his nose was hard. The wound had indeed healed.
"No wonder those people in ancient books always ate several pounds of meat and several buckets of rice! The person who invented this qigong must be a foodie!"
Wang Ping jumped off the bed with his shoulders drooping, quietly left the room, and began to look for the little fox's backpack in the square hall.
He also knew what kind of evil Qigong he had, so he was prepared. On the way here, he had already prepared some snacks and put them in the little fox's bag, just waiting for this moment.
The square hall was slightly brighter, and the dark space seemed to be covered with sticky blue ink. A badger stared with a pair of night vision eyes, looking from the sofa to the cupboard, but found nothing.
"I clearly remember that when I came in yesterday, the little fox threw his bag directly on the sofa..."
A badger scratched his head and glanced at a half-open bedroom door, feeling inexplicably guilty.
"Bah! It's already this late, why are you pretending to be a gentleman... Where's the badger?"
Cursing himself inwardly, the badger puffed out his belly, which was still round even though it was empty, and pushed open the door of the little fox's room and slipped in.
This bedroom was much bigger than his small single room. On the big bed facing the window, a figure in the shape of a "少" was lying horizontally. One third of the quilt was covering his legs, and the rest was spread on the floor.
"Fuck, this sleeping posture is even worse than Gu Lao San~"
Wang Ping shook his head, looked around, and saw a small backpack on the bedside table.
The night vision seemed to be brighter, and the chubby little figure took three steps at a time and quickly went around the big bed along the wall. But before he could get his backpack, he froze in his tracks when he saw a trash can next to the bed.
A half-cylindrical object protruded from inside, causing his night vision eyes to twitch. If he was not mistaken, this was the Canadian specialty he had personally picked from the supermarket shelf last night: pickled cucumber potato chips.
When I got closer, I saw other plastic packaging stuffed randomly next to the potato chip tubes, and each one looked familiar.
Queensland fruit, squid strips, grilled fish fillet, French fries, crispy peas...
"Nima... beast~"
In the darkness, a fat figure could no longer stand and sat on the floor in despair.
"Hmm~... Baji~ Baji~"
From the big bed above his head came the murmur of a little fox, who also turned over at the same time. To the badger's ears, it sounded particularly mocking.
"I'm so stupid, really~"
Wang Ping rubbed his belly in annoyance, his night vision eyes drooping dully.
"I would actually entrust something so important to a foodie!"
Sitting there doing nothing obviously wouldn't help. Especially since his stomach wasn't a reasonable guy, if he wasn't satisfied quickly, it would show its true colors in a matter of minutes.
With a deep sigh, the badger stood up resigned to his fate. Before leaving, he climbed onto the bedside table and carefully checked someone's backpack... As expected, there was nothing.
The little fox next to him made himself into a "female" shape, with Peppa Pig smiling at him from under his lifted nightgown. It was simply unbearable to look at.
"Pah, is there any girl who can eat as much as you?"
Suppressing the urge to beat her up, Badger stood on the edge of the bedside table and scratched at the air like crazy. But just as he turned around and was about to jump to the ground, the phone under his feet suddenly lit up, followed by a deafening ring.
"Bang!"
A badger slipped, scratched in vain with its claws a few times, and then fell headfirst into the gap between the cabinet and the bed. Hu Li on the bed shuddered violently and sat up in a daze.
After a long moment of trance, she realized that someone was calling her. The little fox let out a long breath, squinted her eyes and crawled over the bedside, picked up the phone, and lay back down, curling up into the shape of a Chinese character "吃".
"Wow? Who is it?"
At the foot of the bed, a gourd-like black and white figure quietly poked its head out, then crawled forward on the floor, arching its back and forth, and crawled out along the same route it came from.
Wang Ping was so embarrassed that he hated himself for not being able to turn invisible. If he was discovered, would people believe that he was just looking for food and covering her with a blanket
Holy crap, it's the dead of night for both sides. Who is so bored as to choose this moment to call
At this time, the little fox exclaimed from behind: "What! You are already here? How come it's so fast?"
"Who's here?"
Wang Ping, who had already crawled to the door, turned his head subconsciously, but happened to meet a pair of sparkling eyes on the bed.
"Well… "
Both the man and the badger were a little confused. The little fox wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and reported his address dryly, but his eyes were staring at a badger.
Wang Ping scratched his butt, and before he could make any gestures, another cry came from his belly. The badger twitched and instantly curled up into a ball.
"Boss? What's wrong with you?!"
In a trance, Wang Ping only heard the little fox scream, and then he knew nothing.
I don't know how long it took, but I could vaguely smell a strange smell of Chinese medicine. At the same time, a familiar and gentle voice sounded in my ears:
"Husband, it's time to take medicine~"