Leng Weiwei's face eased: "You said. [This book was first published by Beechcraft Chinese website www.biqi.me]"

Yi Yuntian pursed his lips, looking jealous: "You at least won't drive Feng Le away. It's not fair."

"Are you going to tell me? You can go if you don't tell me!" How could this man be so coy!

Yi Yuntian paused, but he laughed: "Ha, I treat them all in the same way. Okay, I'm mentally balanced."

With that said, Yi Yuntian handed a small note to Leng Weiwei: "This is Feng Le's phone number. If you call him at this time, you should be able to find him. I won't be sure in a while. Hongying The whereabouts of the Special Forces team is extremely erratic. It took me a lot of effort to get this number. You can have a few minutes to think about what to say to him."

Leng Weiwei took the number, yes, she was thinking of Feng Le. But she knew very well how she felt about him, limited to debts, guilt, and a trace of worries among good friends. At this moment, she really didn't know what to say.

Seeing Leng Weiwei's dazed face, Yi Yuntian approached her and said softly, "I'll give you a suggestion. If you tell him, say you agree to his request. Or just say that you want to marry him, I miss this guy. The paper will be back immediately."

marry? !

Leng Weiwei was shocked!

"He joined the Special Forces team because of you. He is willing to go to the Middle East to support, but also because of you. You can tell him that after he leaves, you miss him very much and hope that he will come back. If possible, you can see him tomorrow. He doesn’t have to go all the way to the Middle East, his life is in danger at any time."

Leng Weiwei pondered for a while: "I can't lie to him. Marriage is a big deal, and it is irresponsible to him to be reluctant to be together."

Hearing this, Yi Yuntian's eyes flashed slightly, but he quickly recovered: "Then what should I do if Kid Feng is dead? You feel better in my heart?"

With a bite of her teeth, Leng Weiwei took out her mobile phone and dialed the number given by Yi Yuntian, and it was quickly connected.

"3457."

After being connected, the other party said a series of numbers.

Leng Weiwei knew that this was a secret sign. The voice is indeed Feng Le's.

"Feng Le, I'm Leng Weiwei." She didn't know what the secret sign was, but she did admire Yi Yuntian's ability.

After a long pause on the phone, Feng Le said in surprise, "Vivi? You...how do you know this number?"

"It's not convenient for you, so I'll make a long story short." Leng Weiwei bit her lower lip and took a deep breath: "Feng Le, listen to me. No matter what you do, I won't talk to you. Together! So don’t toss and come back soon."

Yi Yuntian raised his eyebrows as soon as he said this.

Then, there was a pause on the other end of the phone.

"I understand."

The voice on the other end of the mobile phone was very low, and Leng Weiwei was twitched in her heart: "Now that I understand, come back soon! You don't need to take your life!"

"Weiwei, thank you for calling this evening," Feng Le's voice was a little depressed: "I know what I'm doing. I'm glad...to hear from you. It is a soldier's bounden duty to defend my family and defend the country. Now I can do it without worry. Weiwei, promise me a request. If I can't come back, I will send a bunch of your favorite flowers to my grave every Qingming Festival and let me know that you are safe."

Unexpectedly Feng Le said such words, Leng Weiwei was surprised for a while, and her heart was instantly excited: "Feng Le, I said what happened to your big man! I want to make fun of my own life, right? What you! I tell you, if you have any shortcomings, I will definitely not send you flowers, I will be angry with you for the rest of my life!"

There was a chuckle from the phone: "It's okay to be angry, at least you can remember me. Weiwei, let's do this first, I wish you a happy day."

After the conversation, before Leng Weiwei could reply, Feng Le hung up the phone.

Leng Weiwei was dumbfounded, and dialed quickly, but only heard the prompt that the number you dialed is empty.

One-time number...

"Stupid!" Leng Weiwei felt helpless when he slammed the phone to the sofa.

The corner of Yi Yuntian's mouth smiled more intensely: "It can make Miss Leng crazy, Feng Xiaozi has some skills."

"Yi Yuntian, you seldom gloat here! If you have the ability, you can bring Feng Le back to me!"

Yi Yuntian tilted his head and said strangely: "What do you bring back for?"

"..." What do you bring back for?

"Everyone has their own way. Since Feng Xiaozi chose this path, we can only wish him. Weiwei, don't burden yourself too much. Maybe Feng Xiaozi has a good life and won't die so easily."

Leng Weiwei stroked her forehead and thought for a while: "Yi Yuntian, can you look at him?"

"This is a bit difficult." Yi Yuntian replied and shook his head: "You can't just talk about this. Maybe someone else crowns me a military spy, then I'm done. I'm a hedonist, I don't want to be so fast Hang up."

Leng Weiwei sighed slightly. She knew that Yi Yuntian was capable, but Yi Yuntian promised her a favor, and it made sense not to promise her. Besides, Yi Yuntian's words are not unreasonable. She didn't know anything about him, and he didn't need to take this risk.

"Thank you for giving me Feng Le's number." She knew that Yi Yuntian must have a deep meaning in doing this, but for the sake of allowing her to talk to Feng Le, she could ignore the conspiracy hidden behind her.

"With you, everything is worth it." Yi Yuntian said, adjusting his hair and clothes: "I have a date in half an hour, Weiwei, wait for me at home. Bye."

After the conversation, Yi Yuntian threw an ‘electric eye’ to Leng Weiwei and turned to leave.

At the moment the door was closed, Leng Weiwei's words came from behind: "Yi Yuntian, you are not young anymore. Don't worry about it. It's a trivial thing to flash your waist. Beware of your premature death!"

The scorching sun is on the street.

"Yes, I was not careful, but you can't slander people like this!"

Jing Shu pulled up his trousers, and the bruised muscle was slowly leaking bleeding, a pain in his heart.

This wound needs to be dealt with as soon as possible, it will be troublesome if it becomes infected.

It's just that she is more worried about the documents scattered all over the place. The documents are a bit urgent. If you go to the hospital now, it will be too late.

"Do you even know that the red light rushed out? Miss, playing with thrush porcelain is not like this!" An uncle who was in his forties stepped off the car and cursed at Jing Shu.

At this time, more and more people watched the excitement. Hearing what the uncle said, they all pointed to Jing Shu.

"Who played with you?" Jing Shu didn't want to argue with this uncle, picking up the documents on the ground, unexpectedly this person is so low quality, and suddenly became angry: "I can justify you if I hit someone! In a hurry!"

"In a hurry? Who are you cheating? I watched you rush out...Hey, what are you doing!" Seeing Jing Shu put his foot in his car, it hurts like it was in his heart. Uncle stretched out his hand and pushed away. Shu.

Seeing that the uncle was about to do something, Jing Shu's eyes condensed, and he was about to fight back. At this moment, there was a flower in front of her, and a figure stood in front of her.

The uncle's hand was pushed on this person, and this person did not move, as strong as a hill.

"Do it to a little girl, shame a man!" Zhang Hai cursed coldly, protecting the person behind him.

The uncle had a meal and looked at Zhang Hai's uniform. He was a little timid: "War, Comrade Soldier, you don't know, this woman is playing with Porcelain, and she is holding my car. Take a look."

As he said, the uncle pointed to the car, and there was a shoe print on the front of the car.

"Thu Ci?" Zhang Hai Leng smiled coldly: "Uncle, I think you are crazy about money, right? Didn't you see which company uniform is this little girl wearing?"

As Zhang Hai reminded, the passers-by who had pointed and pointed one after another began to look at the net comfort. The discussion stopped.

"I don't know which company's uniform she is wearing. Besides, the uniform can be imitated, Comrade Warrior, you don't know. Now it is such a little sister who is playing Tushi, so she can win the sympathy of others. You see, you Isn't this protecting her!"

When the uncle said so, the crowds onlookers once again discussed it.

"You are talking nonsense, I didn't! You hit someone and slandered people, you..." At the back, Jing Shu was so angry that he couldn't say anything. Before picking up the scattered documents, Jing Shu stomped and said: " I'm in a hurry to deliver things, not to reason with you!"

After the conversation, regardless of the bleeding on the foot, Jing Shu squatted down and continued to pick up the documents on the ground.

The uncle, who had a guilty conscience, heard that Jing Shu said that she thought she wanted to escape, so he felt confident: "Oh, if I was found out, I found a reason to run away? I tell you, it's not that simple! Look, the policeman. Coming here. Comrade police, you came just right, I want to report, this little girl is playing with thrush!"

As soon as the uncle's voice fell, two traffic policemen had gotten out of the car and came over.

"What's the matter?" one of the traffic policemen asked.

"She was playing with Porcelain! She also took my car and wanted to escape when I saw it through." Before Jing Shu could speak, the uncle hurriedly said.

"I didn't! I just rushed to the red light!" Jing Shu breathed nowhere: "I don't have thrush!"

Both sides insisted on their own words, and the police couldn't handle it for a while: "Both of those two followed me to the police station."

"No, I'm in a hurry, there are still documents to send!" Jing Shu was anxious. Xia Ning told her that it must be delivered before two o'clock, this time...

"Comrade police, she wants to escape, so don't let her slip away. These little girls are the most slippery." Seeing Jing Shu's anxious expression made the uncle be sure she wanted to escape.

"This girl, please come with us. When you get to the police station, you will naturally be fair."

Hearing what the traffic police said, Jing Shu jumped anxiously: "It's okay to go with you, but my file, my god, is out of time."

"Documents?" One of the policemen stretched out his hand: "Can I see the contents of your documents, then?"

"No, this file is a commercial secret without the approval of the leader." Jing Shu said, taking a step back.

"Ha, I said, this little girl is very slippery. Comrade police, you see." The uncle cheered and added jealousy from the side.

The police's face sank, and he waved his hand: "Don't fight, go to the police station and say!"</p>