Cold Wife, Never Try to Escape

"Xiao Jin, your role now is a bar girl. Look at your cold and arrogant face. I don't know. I think the queen is coming!" Aini said reluctantly and walked over. "You should feel immersive and think that you want to cater to your guests in order to get his love and let him give you more money. Do you understand?"

"... I don't understand!" Fu Jin pulled off his wig and sat down in a chair. It's more tiring than being an actor! Don't say anything else, just look at this dress. She feels cold from her heart.

"... Xiaojin, how can you complete the task if you can't integrate into the role quickly? Know that the target you face may be an agent like you. They are all specially trained, with high insight and sensitivity. A slight flaw may lead to the failure of the mission, and you may lose your life! " Patting Fu Jin's shoulder, Ernie stood down again

Three days later, when Fu Jin in a big red evening dress walked slowly down the steps from upstairs. Xing Kun and Aini, who were waiting on the first floor, stood up in amazement.

Fu man's long, curly white hair was wrapped on his shoulders. There was a deep smile on the extremely beautiful and provocative little face, and two faint pear vortices appeared on the cheeks. Although the makeup is strong, it hides Fu Jin's original indifference, but it has another extreme charm.

A pair of white high-heeled shoes walk towards two people step by step in a very uniform rhythm. There are 10000 kinds of customs between actions.

"It's so beautiful! How can you still have your original cool temperament! " Aini slapped her, walked towards her, turned around Fu Jin, then turned her head and looked at Xing Kun, "old man, what's the result?"

"... good, good." Xing Kun nodded hard. At the moment when Fu Jin came down, he looked at the girl who had changed her appearance from head to toe. Even he couldn't help being in a trance for a few seconds. "Girl, your understanding is too strong. Now you have no problem except for a few physical professional skills. The only thing lacking is experience! However, these will be accumulated little by little in future tasks. "

"... I'll make up for those training sometime. It's better to have sister Aini as a cover now!" Fu Jin took off his wig and sat down in a chair. She is not used to wearing such high shoes. Her feet hurt very much!

"This is not urgent first. It won't let you out of the task easily. You are a secret trump card in my hand." Xing Kun looked at her and smiled gently, "but you should be ready at any time. Maybe you can start it tomorrow!"

Twenty days passed in a twinkling of an eye. Fu Jinhui joined the students and got on the return train with them. Because everyone has different places for internship, no one asks where Fu Jin is and what he has done these days. Everyone on the bus was very excited to talk about the experience of this internship and the experience gained. Fu Jin sat silently while listening, remembering some of the so-called internship contents of the school he had studied before leaving

Aini and Xing Kun had already driven back to Beijing earlier. When they returned to school with their classmates, it was just in time for the weekend. Fu Jin said hello to the counselor, and a man pulled the box out of the school.

Because she wasn't sure when to come back, Fu Jin didn't say she could come back today when she talked to the old lady on the phone the first day. There was a taxi on the roadside. Fu Jin said the address. The car turned around in front and drove towards Liyuan

Looking at the street outside the window, Fu Jin had unspeakable emotion in his heart. 20 days ago, I was just an ordinary student. I went to a different place for internship with my seniors. Come back again, no one will know that he has a mysterious identity that can not be seen in front of people.

Think of Ernie, a university lecturer, as a bar mother sang, wandering in a mixed bar and nightclub. Fu Jin is now relieved of her doubts. Before, she thought she was just trying to make more money!

Aini, Xing Kun and the middle-aged man he met during peacekeeping, there are many things he doesn't know, like them, no! Now it should be said that people like themselves are waiting for the call of the motherland with a mysterious mission. The heart is a little excited. Fu Jin feels that he is full of strength at this moment. When a cold little face looked out of the window across the glass, a smile quietly appeared

Instead of letting the taxi drive directly to the door, Fu Jin got off the bus a few hundred meters away and walked home with his luggage in a comfortable mood. Su Tinghe didn't call him in 20 days. He tried to call him twice and didn't get a response. I wonder if his closed training is over or not. Can I see that man today. With expectation, I walked into Liyuan, but what happened to the two people holding together in the yard?

Su Tinghe, who hasn't been in touch for a long time, stands under the pavilion in his shirt and military pants, hugs his waist, and the girl in his arms has long hair and can't see her face clearly.

Which one is this? Fu Jin stood there quietly. The red phoenix eyes stared at Su Tinghe's side face, cold and confused, but he was not in a hurry to disturb them.

"... Xiaojin?" In just a few seconds, Su Tinghe felt something and looked back to see Fu Jin, who stood still, push the girl in her arms and stride towards her. The surprise on his face was not embarrassed or guilty by his girlfriend.

"Why don't you call home and ask the driver to pick you up? It's silly of you to carry such heavy luggage alone! " When he came to Fu Jin, Su Tinghe had finished his words, and stretched out his hand to take her into his arms.

Fu Jin quickly stepped back. Feng Mou swept the girl standing not far away and looked at the man in front of him. "Can you still see such a wonderful scene when you call home?" With indifference in the ethereal voice, he pulled his suitcase, crossed the man and walked to the house.

"..." looking at the girl who hasn't seen her for 20 days, Su Tinghe seemed to grow tall again. Then he looked at the girl who was coming towards him and didn't hurry to chase Fu Jin "... If it rains, your sister-in-law is back, let's go in!"

"Brother Tinghe, was that your sister-in-law just now? She seems very young! " The girl raised her delicate face and looked at Su Tinghe. Her voice was as soft as catkins, and her eyes were red as if she had just cried before.

"Yes, she is not 18 years old." With that, Su Tinghe took the lead to go inside, with a trace of eagerness in his footsteps.

The girl who fell behind walked slowly. The long sleeved dress in bamboo color moved a skirt with the breeze, which was a bit dusty. But no one saw her sad eyes staring at the man who entered the house with deep reluctance