Commissioner Jin Qiude stared at her face coldly. He had seen her beside the guy he hated the most three years ago, but she was still a very ordinary woman at that time, except for being very beautiful. , there is no special place, but now Zhang Xiaomeng leads Qinglongshan's most important intelligence network within the federation, and there have been amazing changes in temperament and will.
"Such a large deep sea is not something that any individual can own."
The old man bowed slightly, his oppressive eyes penetrated the lens, stared into her eyes, and said, "You are at most just a fisherman. Under my will, the biggest fish in this sea will die easily, female fisherman. There will be no surprises.”
Zhang Xiaomeng raised her face slightly and replied with a smile: "Comrade member, you must be tired from traveling from afar. I am ready to accept the official resolution of the committee at any time. If there is nothing to do, I will leave first, and you will have to announce it in the parliament tomorrow. Formal speech. As for the fairy tale of the sea and the fisherman, we can talk about it later.”
The very calm answer contained a very firm will, Zhang Xiaomeng lightly pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose again, nodded slightly to Jin Qiude, and was about to turn around and leave.
Just as she put her hand on the smooth doorknob, the hoarse but vicious voice of the elderly commissioner sounded again behind her: "I heard that your ex-boyfriend has already started a war with the federal government, and the organization needs relevant information, and if there is a chance, If so, we would love to see him die. I believe you also understand that this is the organization's test for you."
People in the room could see Zhang Xiaomeng's back. Just from the back, she didn't have the slightest reaction after hearing these words, but no one could see a sharp light flashing through the black-rimmed glasses.
After Zhang Xiaomeng left, the warriors of Qinglong Mountain who were in charge of protecting the committee member Jin Qiude also left, leaving two people behind the door. Even if the most elite warriors in the mountain died, no one would hurt the room. leader in.
Commissioner Jin Qiude looked at the closed door, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his old and gloomy face, and said mockingly to the woman beside him: "If Xu Le came to kill me but was killed by me, President Pabul must be very happy. I like the gift I gave him. You say, with this gift and this deep sea, can you change the position of the vice president of the Federation?"
This most loyal female subordinate was at an attractive age, Mei Li's face flashed a trace of nervousness, and she said in a trembling voice, "Of course... no problem."
Jin Qiude turned and stared coldly at the greasy whiteness on her chest, thinking in disgust that she was a stupid and timid woman, but all he needed was the greasy whiteness, and as for other aspects, the more stupid the better.
After the federal government and Qinglongshan achieved a great reconciliation, the Parliament Hill passed a bill to vacate a row of rooms inside the building for the Qinglongshan office in the capital. As the spokesman for the anti-government army in the Federation, Zhang Xiaomeng has a room here. There is an office suite with a living room. It is in this luxurious suite on Parliament Hill. She secretly presides over the work of the four departments of Qinglong Mountain, looking at the sea where no one knows the depth.
She took the gift sent from Linhai Prefecture from her subordinate. She thought it was a piece of jewelry sent by Hai Qingzhou, and she was going to send it back directly, but she saw a unique silver hook scribbled on it. Yun Yu's signature, couldn't help laughing, because he recognized the handwriting of the university professor's father.
She returned to the Commonwealth for a long time, and her relationship with her family has improved greatly. Her parents of high social status no longer scold her angrily for her life choices. From time to time, she will send some warm gifts, but she is still worried about her Lifetime event.
After closing the door, Zhang Xiaomeng opened the box and found a very cute silver bear pendant. Guessing that it was a gift chosen by her mother, she smiled and linked it with the electronic key in her hand, and then kicked off the high heels under her feet. Casually slip into soft cotton wool dog head slippers.
The living room at the back of the office is her private space, and no one can come in without permission, and no one has even entered in the past two years.
She turned on the TV light curtain and changed into her pajamas, rubbing her hair tiredly, leaning on the sofa, picking up a bag of puppy biscuits at her hand, and chewing, the more she chewed, the stiffer the lines of her cheeks. Seemingly full of anger, he cursed in a low voice, "You old bastard, you actually want to rob the old lady, there is no door, die!"
She is the famous Leaf of Qinglong Mountain, a calm and amiable press spokesman in front of the federal people, a calm and oppressive negotiator in front of government officials, and an extremely efficient manager in front of her subordinates. The spies here are the most ruthless leaders in their hearts.
However, in this space that only belongs to her, she is holding a biscuit bag, her feet are on the table, her eyes are staring at the TV light screen, her hair is disheveled, and she is talking nonsense, just like an ordinary woman who has just been robbed of her precious bag by her rival. .
Every normal woman needs love. After that bi-monthly dance, she never found her love with black-rimmed glasses. Hai Qingzhou, a state congressman who had been pursuing her for many years, returned to Linhai in disappointment. In the state, she is the only one left to work busy and intensely in the parliament building, then wear velvet dog-head slippers, eat puppy biscuits, and watch tasteless TV.
Zhang Xiaomeng does not think that her life has become a river of sadness, and she has never cried while holding a pillow in the dead of night, or crying alone on the sofa in front of the TV, so when she saw the lens gradually blur, she didn't think about it at all. It was the mist from his eyes.
The puppy biscuits were quietly put down, her face was unusually calm, but she didn't know when a light silver pistol was added to her right hand, she slowly stood up, turned around, and walked towards the bathroom, which was slowly emitting the slightest heat. The dog-head slippers under his feet were hung with fine velvet, and there was no sound when they stepped on the carpet.
Pushing open the bathroom door, the cold muzzle passed through the steaming hot mist in the shortest time, pointing at the man who was sleeping in the bathtub, and then her arms suddenly stiffened, and she slowly put down the gun in her hand, slowly and hesitantly. walked over decisively.
Standing in the steaming water mist, Zhang Xiaomeng quietly looked at the sleeping man in the bathtub, and suddenly took off the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, not because the lenses were soaked in the mist and could not see clearly, but because she knew he didn't like it. .
She squatted down and looked at him in the bathtub with her head tilted slightly. She didn't know when he came or what he was thinking in his sleep. She smiled so happily like a child.
Although the government has completely blocked news of the military court attack, she knew what the man in the bathtub had done in the afternoon, sleeping so relaxed and soundly in his own room, in his own bathtub, at the most dangerous moment. What kind of trust does it represent
Zhang Xiaomeng squatted by the bathtub and looked at him quietly for a long, long time, and then stretched out his fingers, the slender fingertips were separated by a distance of millimeters, sliding up from his smooth forehead and straight bridge of nose Past, past his single eyelid, past his thin lips, past his collarbone, past his naked body with old scars.
Emotions of happiness and contentment took over her mind, causing her to laugh happily and shyly, but her eyes became somewhat moist for some reason.
Suddenly, she quickly combed her head with her fingers, and her movements were extremely flustered. Although the man in the bathtub was fast asleep, she still did not want to appear in front of him with her hair disheveled.
Putting away the pistol, tying her ponytail, and half-squatting by the bathtub, she started to look at the man's face again. After a long time, perhaps because the bathroom was too hot, two very pale blushes appeared on her cheeks, and she didn't know where it came from. The courage to let her lower her head and gently kiss his thin lips.
Slightly dizzy, Zhang Xiaomeng nervously supported the edge of the smooth porcelain flower of the bathtub with both hands, her slender fingers working very hard, struggling to maintain her balance.
Xu Le woke up, opened those small eyes, looked at the hot mist in the room and the face of the girl who was close at hand, looked at the panic flashing in her eyes, felt the softness on her lips, and didn't understand what was going on. what happened.
The bathroom was too hot, and the mist filled it, blurring all memories. If time is really a cruel carving knife, then the statue under its blade is blurred at least for this moment.
The kiss like a dragonfly touching the surface of the water instantly turned into a subconscious lip friction, and then quickly turned into a fiery deep kiss. The wet tongue joined the battle in a panic and clumsiness. Some people lost their balance and fell into the warm and deep sea like the sea. In the bathtub, they seemed to be afraid that they would never be able to catch the life-saving rope, so the two tried to grab each other and began to roll in the water, stirring the hot water to overflow the edge of the bathtub painted with porcelain flowers in waves.
It seems to be returning to the snowy campus, the lonely iron tower in the New Year, turning over and over again, but I haven't seen the snow on the Rose River for a long time. The boys who delivered porridge and flowers downstairs in the girls' dormitory did not know how many batches of water were exchanged. The current life of the two of them has been out of the normal world for too long, but perhaps because of this, their desire to return to the past is so strong in the rippling water.
After a long time, the two talents slowly separated, looked at each other without saying a word, and after two silly laughs, Zhang Xiaomeng suddenly reacted and hurriedly climbed out of the bathtub, very clumsy, just like the previous reaction.
"I brought a bottle of red wine and drank a glass. It tastes good. Would you like some?" Xu Le looked at the girl who was dripping with embarrassment and took the red wine bottle by the bathtub.
"Okay, but I think you need something to eat right now."
Zhang Xiaomeng walked out of the bathroom and took a wine glass, then looked at Xu Le awkwardly and said, "But I only have cookies here."
Xu Le smiled and scratched his head, and asked, "Puppy's?"
"Um."
Zhang Xiaomeng hummed softly with a nasal voice, the pajamas on her body were already soaked, and clinging to her body in embarrassment, but she did not escape, but her head was a little low, and water droplets kept dripping from her wet hair.
Looking at the bathtub that occupies two-thirds of the bathroom, she hesitated for a moment, then bit her rosy and tender lower lip, holding a wine glass in one hand and a biscuit bag in the other, stepped into the bathtub, and sat down carefully. On the farthest side from Xu Le.