Female Detective of the Republic of China: The cold and handsome young man will flirt with his wife

"Speaking voice? No, you are not the only guest now." The boss was at a loss.

Feng Xiaojin's heart skipped a beat, and she comforted herself that she must be too nervous, that's why she had auditory hallucinations, and she'll be fine after a while.

She took a deep breath.

"Hey, why do I feel like this guest can hear us!" Kettle said suddenly.

"Impossible, how could stupid humans hear us..." Steamer paused, "No, why is she staring at us like that?"

Feng Xiaojin's face was distorted for a moment, she ignored the boss's repeated questions, turned around and left.

The street was getting busier and bustling with people, Feng Xiaojin was standing under the eaves of a foreign goods store, with an expression on his face that looked like he was about to cry at any moment.

what to do?She felt that she might have a mental problem.

She actually, she can actually hear the voice of the object talking!This is simply a fantasy.

For example, a lady holding an umbrella is complaining that the weather is too hot and her skin is about to be sunburned, and the tables of the two vendors on the left are scolding and swearing at each other, using dialects.

The watches and bags in the foreign goods store are gossip about the female boss...

She is really going crazy.

If it wasn't for her mental problems, could it be the special ability attached to her rebirth?
Feng Xiaojin guessed secretly, when he raised his eyes, he saw a small group of well-dressed thugs approaching from the street.

Holding the drawing paper in their hands, they compared the portraits on it and carefully scrutinized the passers-by.

A pair of eyes glanced at her inadvertently, showing a little suspicion.

Feng Xiaojin recognized that they were wearing the uniforms of the servants of the White House.

This is to get her!

Seeing that the people from the White Mansion were getting closer and closer to her, Feng Xiaojin had no choice but to avoid it, she glanced up at the plaque of Ruixiang Hotel, and walked in the door bravely.

"Miss, how many are there?" The waiter greeted her.

Ruixiang Hotel is a high-end dining place. The overall decoration style is Chinese style, and the consumption level is quite high. There are not many people who come to dine.

Feng Xiaojin looked at the surrounding diners in twos and threes as if nothing had happened, and pretended to be calm and said: "Oh, four, my friend will come later, please give us a quieter box."

"Okay, this way please." The waiter politely led her to the second floor.

Her feet stepped on the cashmere carpet with dark grid stripes, as if she was stepping on soft clouds. Feng Xiaojin also seemed to be walking on clouds, feeling uneasy.

"Miss, can you take a look at this room?" The waiter gently pushed open the door of the Lanzi box, and turned sideways so that the guests behind him could have a better view.

Feng Xiaojin glanced casually, nodded slightly, and then asked, "Where is your bathroom?"

The waiter pointed in a direction, "Do you need me to show you the way?"

Feng Xiaojin smiled slightly, and said shyly, "Don't bother, I can do it myself."

The other party was a female guest, so it was normal to have concerns, the waiter didn't say anything, and silently watched the slim figure go away.

Steadily walking to the corner, Feng Xiaojin groped to the Tianzi box at the innermost side of the corridor.

She glanced left and right, and carefully pushed the door open.

A mahogany round table, ten carved wooden chairs, a spring and autumn screen, behind the screen is a hollow black wooden cabinet.

Feng Xiaojin blinked, let go of the screen, and opened the cabinet door.

There wasn't much room in the cupboard, and neatly hung a few sets of dust covers, a few replacement rugs, and some spices.

After a while, Feng Xiaojin got in, closed the cabinet door, and curled up in the cabinet, her petite body covered by a large dust cover.

A good hiding place, temporarily able to escape the pursuit of the White House.

Just what to do in the future?The White House's pursuit will only become more stringent in the future.

Feng Xiaojin thought in distress.

"Hey, what are you doing sitting in my stomach?" The wooden cabinet suddenly let out a sobbing sound, "You are so heavy."

Feng Xiaojin: "..."

She is completely numb to these weird things now.

"Hey, get out of here quickly, or I'll get angry! Hmph!" The chattering voice of the wooden cabinet gave Feng Xiaojin a headache. She wanted to cover its mouth, but she really didn't know where the mouth of a wardrobe was. ...

"Okay, cabinet...Ms. cabinet? Can you let me hide for a while! Just for a while!" Feng Xiaojin talked to it tentatively.