Chapter 208: Who Are You Sleeping With?

Feng Xiang sat in the sidecar of the motorcycle Liu Fusheng was riding. Seeing the car driving along the road to the west, he asked: "Where are we going? Why not enter the city? Didn't you say you'd send me home?"

Liu Fusheng kept his eyes on the front and answered without slowing down: "You can't stay in the steel mill for the time being. The professor arranged for you to live in the school for a while. It's just a vacation, and Rose will accompany you."

When Feng Xiang heard it was going to the school, his heart beat a little faster, but with Rose accompanying him, and thinking of the taste he had tasted last time, he thought luckily that things wouldn't be discovered so quickly, so he should enjoy it again before leaving.

"Rose, that's truly wonderful. Rose, Rose, I love you~"

Seeing Feng Xiang singing in the wind after hearing his words, Liu Fusheng smiled and didn't say anything, but drove the motorcycle attentively.

Everyone in this organization is a gear, and everyone has their own mission. His mission today was to send Feng Xiang out to the designated location. As for what happened later, it was none of his business; he was just passing a message.

The motorcycle sped all the way to the vicinity of Huaqing University. A jeep had been parked on the side of the road for a long time. If Han Yating were here, she would definitely recognize this as the car that sent Hu Zhengquan home on Saturday night.

Liu Fusheng parked the motorcycle in front of the jeep. The car didn't turn off the engine, fearing it wouldn't start in the cold later. He jumped off the motorcycle, walked to the jeep, leaned over, and looked into the driver's cab through the glass. The driver's seat was empty. He lowered his head again and looked at the passenger seat. It was a woman wearing a light-colored silk shirt, covered in a mink coat, with a black skirt and white cotton socks. In this dim car, she appeared mysterious and seductive.

Seeing Liu Fusheng looking at her, the charming woman glared at Liu Fusheng and scolded: "If you look again, I'll dig out your eyeballs. Don't look at what you shouldn't look at. Didn't your father teach you the rules?"

Liu Fusheng curled his lips, beckoned to Feng Xiang, who was watching from the sidecar of the motorcycle. Feng Xiang got off the car with some vigilance, walked over hesitantly, and when he saw only one person in the car, and the woman he had been thinking about day and night sitting in the car, he instantly laughed. He pulled open the passenger door and was about to kiss her.

"Rose, here to pick me up?"

The woman in the passenger seat turned her head and glanced at Feng Xiang: "What's the point of talking? It's freezing to death. Do you want to do it here for him to see? Drive."

Seeing Liu Fusheng standing outside the car and still looking in, Feng Xiang closed the passenger door and said to Liu Fusheng with a wicked smile: "Sorry, brother, I'll enjoy it first this time. You can look again if there's a chance later."

After speaking, he walked around to the other side of the car, opened the driver's door, jumped into the car, stepped on the clutch, started the engine, slammed the door with a "bang," honked the horn at Liu Fusheng standing by the car, and drove toward the school with a grin.

The woman leaned her head against the backrest and said lazily to Feng Xiang, who was constantly looking at her from the driver's seat: "Go to Kunminghu, look at the snow."

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Feng Xiang turned his head and said to the woman: "You don't mind the cold either. The snow is so heavy, the wind over there is even stronger. Aren't you afraid of ghosts in the middle of the night?"

The woman slapped Feng Xiang's face with her hand, not heavy or light. Feng Xiang also followed the force and turned his face to face the front again.

"If you don't drive well, there will be two new ghosts on this road."

Feng Xiang kept turning his eyes to look at the woman's charming appearance, like a lazy cat. Even that slap made him feel numb and comfortable, and the corners of his mouth were about to reach his ears.

"I heard there's no one in the Summer Palace at night. Should we..."

The woman looked out the window, smiling, and made an "uh-huh" sound from her nasal cavity, which made Feng Xiang tremble all over.

"I heard this mission was exposed? Or did that kid save you?"

Feng Xiang curled his lips and said: "Counting on him, I would have died long ago. Maybe... sigh~ I just came out, and I don't know what the situation is now. How about you?"

The woman took out a small mirror and applied lipstick to herself with the faint light in the car. The red lips appeared and disappeared in the faint light reflected from the road illuminated by the car lights and the snow on both sides, making them look even more rosy and seductive.

"What can I do? Still the same, eat, read, sleep."

The snow on the road was also patchy, and the light reflected in the car was bright and dark. The woman's expression was melancholy and charming, making Feng Xiang feel a bit restless.

"Who are you sleeping with?"

The woman gave Feng Xiang a charming look and said melancholily: "Who am I sleeping with? Heh, I sleep with whoever the professor tells me to sleep with. Why? Do you dislike me?"

Feng Xiang looked at the beauty frowning, and his heart was about to break. His hand gripping the steering wheel was full of veins.

"Let's go. I've saved enough money. Let's fly far away."

The woman turned her head and looked seriously at Feng Xiang's side face, asking: "Go? Where to go? What is our identity? Where can you fly?"

Seeing the woman ask, Feng Xiang knew she was also interested, so he said: "My money has been exchanged for gold. We will set off from Jinmen, go to Hong Kong, and then go to the United States or any other country you want to go to."

The woman narrowed her eyes, opened her red lips slightly, and asked: "Are you serious? Can this side let you go?"

Feng Xiang tilted his head and looked at the woman, a mocking meaning appearing on his face.

"They are also mud bodhisattvas crossing the river, unable to save themselves. The people in the Security Section have targeted the Fisherman. Every day at the gate, there will be a group of people checking. I stayed in the detention room for several days. I don't know other things, but I know the Gunman is gone. I don't know where he went."

The woman only had a half-understanding of the organization's affairs, but combined with Feng Xiang's words, she could also feel that the wind direction was not right.

"Doesn't the steel mill have our own people? How come?"

Feng Xiang laughed "chi" and said: "A smiling tiger came. I was caught by him when I was covering for the Fisherman. According to the news, he is a transferred cadre, very powerful."

The woman's mind was agile. Looking at Feng Xiang, who was full of banditry, she smiled beautifully.

"Then I'll go with you. You'll support me then. I'm completely unprepared and penniless."

Seeing the woman agree, Feng Xiang saw that the gate of the Summer Palace had arrived, slowly reduced the speed, and drove slowly into the gate along the blurred roadbed.

"I've thought about it. I'll go pack my things tomorrow, and you go back to pack your things too. Let's each get an introduction letter, take the train to Jinmen tomorrow afternoon, go out to sea, and we can fly together."

Seeing Feng Xiang's good imagination, with a smile on his face, the woman also smiled and echoed, pointing to Feng Xiang to drive inside, pointing to the Xing Bridge in the distance and saying: "Go to the bridge, I want to see the snow scene of Kunminghu. I might not be able to see it in the future."

Feng Xiang nodded with a smile and drove the car toward the Xing Bridge along the roadbed that could still be seen.

This educated woman is really pretentious. It's freezing cold, what's there to see in the frozen lake? It's all white. The wind on the bridge can blow people away. This garden is from the previous dynasty. How many people died in this lake? Where is there any scenery to see?

Don't look at Feng Xiang muttering about the woman beside him, but he just likes the woman's bookish temperament. How to describe it? Oh, he just wants to hold her in his arms and ravage her.

"After we go abroad, I will take you to see all the scenery you want to see, scenery even more beautiful than here."

The woman looked at the Xing Bridge getting closer and closer, smiling at Feng Xiang, and reached her hand into her small white bag.

"There, there, stop there, close to the bridge."

Feng Xiang followed the woman's instructions, took the car out of gear, and let the car use inertia to slowly approach the bridge. He was staring intently at the roadbed in the snow, afraid of driving the car into the lake.

"Bang!"

"Clang!"

The woman was quick-handed. With her left hand, she twisted the key, grabbed the steering wheel again. Because of inertia, the jeep walked forward for a while, but encountered the upward bridge deck and slowly retreated.

The woman held the steering wheel until the car stopped steadily. At this time, a young man ran out from under the bridge, shone a flashlight into the car, saw the driver lying on the steering wheel, facing the passenger seat, with a blood hole in his temple constantly bleeding.

"Didn't we agree to move after getting out of the car? This is the professor's car. You wash it if you dirty it?"

The woman put a small pistol the size of a palm into her white handbag, wrinkled her nose as if annoyed by this bloody smell, kicked open the passenger door, jumped out of the car, walked slowly to the bridge before the car, and looked at the snow scene of Kunminghu in the distance.

"Don't wash it, you wash it. At worst, I'll give you once."

The young man dragged Feng Xiang out of the driver's seat, looked at his former colleague who died with his eyes open, and then looked at the thorny rose standing by the bridge. He frowned and said: "There is discipline, and we have to go to the city to help after dealing with this one. Even if there is no mission, I dare not. If my father finds out, he won't peel me."

Looking like a very honest young man, he dealt with the thorny rose while tying stones to the corpse at his feet. Just after tying the hands and feet together, he heard the woman who was turning her back to him and looking into the distance laugh "giggle."

This sound sounded so weird in the quiet night. Thinking of the legends of this garden, the young man's hands tying the rope trembled.

"Cough, cough."

The woman laughed and coughed, as if she had laughed away all the strength in her body, as if she had vented the emotion of that shot just now.

After panting a few breaths of white air, she turned around, looked at the young man mockingly, and said: "Which month does your father not come to find me by taking the opportunity to pass messages?"

The woman walked back slowly, looked at the young man who was holding the corpse with a bitter face, and then looked at the corpse that died with eyes open, and touched the face that still had warmth with her hand.

"You said your father comes to find me every time and stays with me for more than an hour. What did he do? He still has the face to talk about you? Heh."

"Discipline, discipline, heh, who in this organization hasn't slept with me? Discipline, it sounds like there has ever been discipline."

"Discipline, discipline, heh, who in this organization hasn't slept with me? Discipline, it's like there was ever any discipline to begin with."