Madam's black history was picked up

Qian Bao was dressed as a nouveau riche, and he took Song Ci to buy clothes and get his hair done. When Song Ci returned to Qian Bao's car with resentful eyes, he had completely changed.

I saw the woman in the car with yellow and curly hair, a red cheongsam with a white plush shawl, bright red lips and a pale face, like a woman in the wind and dust.

But the black-rimmed eyes on the bridge of her nose let people find a trace of book fragrance in this dusty smell, wanting to desecrate but afraid of destroying that beauty.

Qian Bao looked in a daze.

Song Ci looked left and right at the mirror on the sun visor, pouted with dissatisfaction on his face: "Why do you have to make me like this? If my brother sees me like this, he must go crazy."

Qian Bao smiled: "It's okay, your brother won't see you like this, your hair is done once, and it will come back after you wash it."

"Since we are acting, we must do enough, and we must not let the other party see any flaws, or we will fall short."

Song Ci was right after thinking about it, so he didn't say anything else.

Qian Bao glanced at the big gold watch on his wrist: "The time they agreed is five o'clock in the afternoon, and there is still a long way to go. Let's start now."

"Well, I'm ready." Song Ci was full of confidence.

Qian Bao smiled knowingly: "Okay, let's go."

The sturdy Land Rover galloped in the center of the city. After getting off the main road, they walked onto a concrete road, but the road condition was not very good, with occasional low-lying potholes.

Song Ci looked extremely excited, with her hands lying on the car window, watching the rapidly reversing scenery on the roadside. She never knew that the scenery outside the city was so beautiful.

There is a thick layer of ice on the twisted river, and fluffy snowflakes hang on the trees, which looks like a boundless landscape painting from a distance.

Qian Bao turned his head and looked at the elated Song Ci, feeling helpless and funny, it didn't look like he was going to be an undercover agent, he was obviously a child going out for a winter outing.

After the car walked on the cement road, it went on a dirt road. Because of the snow, the road surface was slippery and full of potholes. The car was basically bumping after getting on this road.

Song Ci, who had never experienced this kind of road conditions, was dizzy and his stomach was overwhelmed. The excitement just now was gone, and the rest was uncomfortable.

Seeing that Song Ci was really uncomfortable, Qian Bao pulled over and said, "Are you okay?"

Just as Song Ci was about to shake his head, he immediately covered his mouth and opened the car door, squatting on the side of the road and vomited.

Qian Bao frowned and patted her back for her.

When Song Ci could no longer vomit anything from his stomach, Qian Bao unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and handed it over. After Song Ci rinsed his mouth, Qian Bao handed it over to draw paper. Song Ci took off his glasses and wiped his tears and nose, okay? Embarrassed.

Qian Bao looked at Song Ci for a while: "Seeing you are so uncomfortable, why don't you go back, there is still a long way to go."

"No." Song Ci refused without thinking.

"How can you give up halfway? Today's opportunity is so good. It will be even more difficult to miss it next time." Song Ci felt uncomfortable, but he never thought of giving up.

"But you look like this, I'm really afraid that you won't even be able to walk steadily when you reach your destination, so why do you take pictures." Qian Bao was a little helpless.

Song Ci lowered his head and curled his lips: "Am I very useless, I can't do anything well."

Qian Bao held Song Ci's shoulders: "No, you are very brave and strong, and your dedication alone deserves respect."

Song Ci looked up at Qian Bao, he spoke very seriously, without ridicule or perfunctory, Song Ci's eyes flashed, and his heart was a little moved.

Qian Bao thought for a while: "Why don't you go back today, I will take your photos for you, and I will help you get the photos you want."

Song Ci was very moved, but there was a determination in his eyes: "Thank you Qian Bao, thank you for helping me without hesitation, but this is my job, and I want to do it myself."

"Don't worry, I will stick to it. Giving up halfway is not my Song Ci style." Song Ci immediately revived again, although it was still a bit uncomfortable.

Appreciation flashed in Qian Bao's eyes: "Okay, I believe you can do it."

The two smiled at each other.

After sitting back in the car again, Song Ci tilted his head and thought: "I never got dizzy in the car before, and today it must not be because the road is too bumpy."

Song Ci turned to look at Qian Bao: "It's because you are so bored that you don't talk to me. I just need to talk more to divert my attention, and I shouldn't get motion sickness."

Qian Bao was annoyed and funny: "Then I'm the one to blame for your motion sickness."

Qian Bao stared ahead: "I don't know what to talk to you about, I'm afraid you're not interested in what I'm talking about."

"Hehe, yes." Song Ci giggled twice.

"We haven't chatted together, and we may not be able to chat together."

Suddenly, Song Ci's head flashed, and she turned her head to look at Qian Bao excitedly: "By the way, I will tell you jokes. I am the best at telling jokes, and I can also liven up the atmosphere."

Qian Bao couldn't hold back his laughter all of a sudden: "Still telling jokes."

Thinking of how Song Ci told him jokes in the hotel to make him happy, but ended up involving himself in it.

In fact, last time Qian Bao didn't want to do anything to Song Ci, he just wanted to scare her, unexpectedly...

"Hehe!" Qian Bao couldn't help laughing again.

Song Ci also thought of what happened last time, and she was a little embarrassed, but she immediately ignored the embarrassment, and turned her head to look at Qian Bao in doubt.

"I said why you have such a low laugh point. The jokes I told are all super funny, okay? You can't hold back your laughter."

Song Ci pushed his glasses angrily.

Qian Bao laughed: "It depends on the mood when listening to a joke, maybe the atmosphere was wrong last time."

"Fart, what's wrong with the atmosphere, I went back and thought about it later, and I know why you don't smile anymore." Song Ci had an expression that I understood.

"Have you gone back to think about it? Hehe." Qian Bao was amused by Song Ci's serious expression.

"Then you figured out why I didn't smile?"

"of course."

"Oh? Then tell me, why didn't I smile then?"

"Because the content of the joke I chose was wrong." Song Ci said with a determined face.

"The content is wrong?" Qian Bao was puzzled.

"That's right." The road was a bit bumpy, Song Ci hastily grabbed the handrail, turned to look at Qian Bao's serious explanation.

"It's like chatting, you men will talk about football and military affairs when you are together, we women will definitely not be interested in those things;"

"When we women are together, we talk about beauty makeup, bags and so on. Then you men are definitely not interested in these things we women talk about."

"Are you right?"

"Yes." Qian Bao nodded, "It seems to be the case."

"So the content of the jokes I chose today is from the perspective of you men, and you will laugh out loud if you think it is right." Song Ci vowed.

"Hehe, from our men's point of view." Qian Bao had a funny face.

"Then tell me, what is the content of the joke you told today?"

Song Ci turned his head and stared at Qian Bao with a serious face: "I'll tell you a nasty joke today."

"Pfft!" Qian Bao laughed as soon as he heard it.

"Look, look, it's touched your point of laughter." Song Ci stretched out his index finger and pointed at Qian Bao.

"You're having fun before I even start talking. Hey, man!" A confident woman shook her head and sighed as she spoke.

Qian Bao was amused by Song Ci's out-of-the-ordinary thinking: "You still tell dirty jokes?"

"Of course, I can tell any joke."

"Okay, then tell me your nasty jokes." Qian Bao laughed happily.

"Okay, listen." Song Ci immediately sat up straight, coughed twice to clear his throat.

"One day, a group of robbers came to the bank, with socks on their heads and guns in their hands. As soon as they went in, they fired a few shots at the roof, and then loudly said that no one is allowed to move, whoever moves kill anyone."

"A female staff member was so frightened that she rolled on her back to the ground, she kept that position and did not dare to move. A robber saw her lying position on the ground, kicked the female staff member and said."

"Hey, hey, lesbian, we are robbery, not rape, you, lie down and be civilized."

"Hahaha..." Song Ci slapped his hands and raised his head to laugh.

"Do you think that buddy is funny, he is so particular about robbing, hahaha... I laughed to death."

Qian Bao turned his head to look at Song Ci, who was laughing out of shape. There was no sign of motion sickness at all, so he couldn't help laughing.

Seeing Qian Bao's smile, Song Ci got even more excited: "Look, look, I caught your smile, isn't it really funny?"

Qian Bao nodded with a smile: "Yes, it's very funny."

The atmosphere in the car suddenly became lively.

The car continued to drive forward for about an hour, and a row of dilapidated factory buildings slowly appeared in the sight of the two, and their expressions suddenly became serious.

At this time, the mobile phone in Qian Bao's pocket rang, it belonged to Ma Dong, and Qian Bao took it from him last night.

"Boss Ma, have you arrived yet?" It was Chen Guilin who called.

Qian Bao spoke Mandarin with a strong foreign accent: "I'll be there soon, 5 minutes at most." Last night Qian Bao heard a few words from Ma Dong and he learned it.

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

After Chen Guilin hung up the phone, Song Ci gave Qian Bao a thumbs up: "You are really good, you even learned Ma Dong's voice.

Qian Bao smiled and said nothing.

When the Land Rover slowly approached the factory building, there was a middle-aged man standing at the door of the factory looking around from a distance.

"That person is Chen Guilin?" Song Ci raised his eyes. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he could tell that he was a man of medium length.

"I don't know, you will follow me later, and be a little more concealed when taking pictures."

"Ok, I know."

As soon as the car stopped, Chen Guilin greeted him with a smile. When he saw Qian Bao was followed by a woman, Chen Guilin immediately became alert and his voice became cold.

"Why did Boss Ma bring anyone here? You didn't say you would bring anyone over the phone."

Qian Bao stroked his shiny hair back, and put his arms around Song Ci's waist with a smile.

"Look at what you said, which boss doesn't bring a female secretary when he goes out now." After speaking, he pinched Song Ci frivolously.

Song Ci froze for a moment, pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and buried his head low.