Mysterious Commander, High Profile Love

"Thank you." Ye Luo smiled and took the ID card.

She was given the identity of a young country girl. Her parents had passed away the year before last, and she was the only one left. The population was very simple.

Just right for her.

Looks, it's also a very ordinary one, with a little makeup you can become similar to her.

Anyway, taking the train will not carefully check the ID card, not as strict as the plane.

"8 are polite, 8 are polite, I always tell me everything I need to do, I listen to mud drops, I am called Cuihua."

"Cuihua, can you help me buy two train tickets to Fancheng."

"Jie, I have already bought the bird. Let's cut the U city first and then transfer to the bus to cut the Fancheng. Fight at 8 o'clock tonight."

She took out two train tickets from the jacket pocket where a few threads were about to break.

Ye Luo asked curiously: "Cuihua, is it necessary for the organization to dress you like this, or do you really have no money to buy clothes?"

No, how could there be poor people in his brother's organization?

"Ou Mu is rich." Cuihua is very serious and authentic.

"Well, I just bought a few sets of clothes. Choose one. The material is not good, but it's better than the one on you."

Cuihua waved her hands again and again: "8-use bird, I wear this comfortably, I like the middle part of the doll."

Ye Luo smiled: "Okay."

"What do you want mud? I will buy it for me."

"I want to eat whistle noodles. The whistle noodles in the county seat are delicious."

The original owner had eaten whistle noodles in the county town, and kept thinking about it afterwards, but unfortunately she never ate the whistle noodles in the county town until she died.

"I will buy mud for a while, I will take a rest soon."

Ye Luo looked at her back and smiled, thinking that she was great, and she could even understand her various dialects mixed in the plot!

She called Shivan Luo: "Brother, how come your people are so poor? Somehow you pay them a salary."

"The people in her place are so poor, I made her rich, so how to pretend, as a spy, you must integrate into the local area, invisible and colorless."

"No wonder she said she has no money."

"She doesn't have much money, but she has mines."

Ye Luo: "..."

What am I doing?

"Would you like me to pass you a copy of her information, the work of her ancestor's 18th generation is clearly written on it."

Ye Luo shook his head: "Forget it, forget it, I will understand it myself, she won't lie to me anyway."

The secret agent information in Shivan Luo's hand must be a secret of their organization, she didn't need to read it.

Ye Luo changed into the rustic clothes he bought today.

He changed the expensive clothes that he had deliberately soiled and put them in the brazier to burn.

She returned with a bowl of noodles as soon as she finished burning Cuihua, the noodles were still steaming, and she brought back with the bowl.

"The mud is fast, very good." Cuihua put the noodles on the table in the room.

After Ye Luo finished eating the noodles, Cuihua said again: "The mud is wide to lie down for a while and the train 8 is comfortable."

Waiting for Cuihua to deliver the bowl, Ye Luo lay down and slept.

In the evening, I went to the railway station. The railway station in the county seat was really hard for her to say.

There are not many people, but they are messy and messy everywhere. The waiting room of the train station is full of rubbish, instant noodles are scattered everywhere, and no one cleans it.

The chairs are plastic, and none of them are clean. There are layers of black criticism.

After getting on the train at night, I realized that the train station is not the worst!