Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

The teenager rolled his eyes and stretched out his pale fingers, "That pull hook."

Bai Zhen stretched out her hand, "Pull the hook."

Twenty minutes came quickly.

Bai Zhen got up and handed the card package to the boy, "You can take this first. If there is a chance to see you next time, it will not be too late to give it to me at that time."

Xun Feng shook his head and pushed her hand back. The blue eyes under the transparent lenses looked at her, unbelievably beautiful, "No, you take it. We will see you again."

Bai Zhen: "...Okay."

Are you so sure?

She's not going to America.

She put away the card holder, turned around and smiled at him, "Then you have a good trip, Jack."

The boy took a sip of coffee.

is sweet.

"Okay."

He responded, picked up the book on the table, and stood up, "I'll be waiting for you in New York. Also, you look good in a dress."

He finished speaking with a small smile, and walked out of the coffee shop gracefully.

Bai Zhen watched his tall figure drift away, and his short light blonde hair looked particularly good in the summer sun.

The soft-soft hair ends are slightly raised, making people want to reach out and rub them.

The young man took a step and looked back.

He could not clearly see the situation in the store where he was standing, but Bai Zhen still blushed and looked away in a panic, turned and left.

The intersection with the fragments ends here.

Bai Zhen sighed.

Looking at the blue sky outside the window, I thought: Will they really meet again?

I don't know what will happen next time I see you...

The hand in the pocket rang twice.

The special notification sound made her frown slightly.

Bai Zhen searched for a place where no one was around, and when she looked straight, she opened the new message.

This phone, only receives messages from the Secret Service.

The sender column shows an unknown number.

The content is: "Ten o'clock in the evening, old place, meeting."

Bai Zhen replied, "Received."

All records are immediately cleared.

**

After eight o'clock in the evening, it is the busiest time of the bar.

Bai Zhen wore a matching leather jacket, with three earrings on her left ear, maroon hair programmed with two reggae braids, and flaming red lips, giving it a badgirl vibe.

Bai Zhen ordered a cup of Long Island iced tea, listened to the deafening music, and checked the time.

Nine forty-five.

Guessing that it was almost time, she left her seat and walked to the bathroom.

Peeling off a piece of peach-flavored chewing gum, the fragrance of the fruit dissipated the smell of alcohol in the mouth, Bai Zhen opened the back window of the bathroom, turned over and jumped out, turned a few times in the back alley, and entered a mahjong parlor.

Walking straight into the innermost room, she knocked twice and pushed the door in.

There were two people sitting inside.

One was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties, and the other was very young, in his twenties.

Bai Zhen bowed slightly, "Director, team leader."

The middle-aged man beckoned to her, "Su Lu, sit down and talk."

The original owner was an undercover agent, because this killer group involved a wide range of people and involved a lot of people, so the intelligence she collected was only reported directly to Xu Ming, the director of the Secret Service and the leader of the 321 team.

This meeting was only to report her recent tasks and goals to her superiors.

Xu Ming smiled and helped her pull out the chair, motioning her to sit next to him.

"Thank you." Bai Zhen said.

She sat down and, as usual, briefly reported on her assassination mission and the information she had gathered.

The director nodded and said politely, "Su Lu, thank you for your hard work."