Cold-blooded Marshal Evil Charm Military Doctor

Zhan Qingcheng didn't know if he was wrong, Leng Han's ears were a little red, and then he looked down at the hand he held, and smiled softly.

Leng Han is not good at communicating with people, let alone communicating with the opposite person, he only knows about his own humiliation and mission.

Leng Han heard Zhan Qingcheng smile, raised the corner of his mouth again, and looked back at him.

For a moment, the eyes of each other met, but they were unexpectedly a little affectionate. Zhan Qingcheng was a little embarrassed and fake coughed, "Would you like to buy me a cup of tea?"

Leng Han poured him a cup of tea, and Zhan Qingcheng put down his suitcase and sat on the sofa unceremoniously, slowly tasting the best West Lake Longjing. When she was coiled up, she really looked like a beauty with a face like a peach blossom, with an elegant sitting posture, a straight back, and a pair of long legs placed in a regular manner.

Leng Han sat opposite him and looked at him without saying a word, his eyes were not as cold as before but had a little warmth, making it hard to see what he was thinking.

Zhan Qingcheng didn't really care about it, he wouldn't lose a piece of meat when he looked at it, it was just a little weird.

After Zhan Qingcheng finished drinking the tea, Leng Han said, "Leng Han,"

Zhan Qingcheng was suddenly a little thankful that he had finished his tea, otherwise he would have spit out when he heard his self-introduction, "Zhan Qingcheng."

"Your mask." Although his face was cold, his words were not so cold.

Zhan Qingcheng touched his mask, pretending to be pitiful and teasing him: "Oh, I'm disfigured, I wear a mask so as not to scare people."

Leng Han nodded, half-believing, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Looking at the sky, it should be getting late, the boat does not wait for anyone, put the suitcase on the spacious sofa and opened it, and took out the wooden box in front of the cold, suddenly felt that the wooden box was a bit heavy.

After closing the suitcase, he gently placed the wooden box on the cold table, smiled and said, "This is for you."

Leng Han took it and was about to open it when he was stopped by Zhan Qingcheng, with his slender hand covering Leng Han's, "It won't be too late to open it after I leave, don't be in a hurry."

Leng Han asked displeasedly: "Where are you going?"

Seeing that he didn't intend to open it, Zhan Qingcheng slowly withdrew his hand, "Relax somewhere in Huaxia Kingdom, and return to Kyoto after a while."

"Ah."

Seeing that he agreed, Zhan Qingcheng turned around, picked up the suitcase, pushed open the door and left, not caring what Leng Han, who was holding the wooden box behind him, looked like after seeing the letter.

The letters in the wooden box that had been opened by Zhan Qingcheng were carefully stuffed into new envelopes and sealed by him. At the bottom of the 210 eight letters, Zhan Qingcheng also put a painting he drew. Leng Han should be able to understand.

Seeing that He Haozhong was not there, the guard who had been warned kept chewing his tongue and jokingly said, "Let's go now? Tsk tsk tsk, I thought that Marshal Leng would hug someone and love him!"

Zhan Qingcheng's footsteps were fast, and after giving the wooden box to the cold, he got up and went to Shanghai. Shanghai in the Republic of China, how beautiful it is in modern times, but how desolate in this Republic of China.

After Leng Han finished dealing with the matter at hand, he should have gone far away, and opened the wooden box with a heavy heart.

No.60 seven letters:

I dare not think that if you and I meet one day, will you still recognize me and what I will look like.That being the case, it would be better not to see, but my heart misses you again.

No.90 Nine Letters:

There are wood in the mountains and branches in the wood, and the heart is happy and the king does not know.

One hundred and third letter:

Do you know that I dreamed of you last night, you stood at the door in military uniform and said to me: "Qingcheng, I'm here." That moment really made me ecstatic.

Letter 210:

Ruthless is not like passionate and bitter, an inch is worth thousands of strands.

When the end of the world is endless, there is only Acacia endlessly.

The last letter is a painting. On the cliff is a withered red plum tree. Below is a stream covered with ice. There are many red plum petals in the stream. In the lower right corner, it says "Falling Flowers, Flowing Water, Ruthless." You and I will be the same from now on. stranger.

Before seeing the painting, Leng Han was the same as before, but the corners of his raised lips had already betrayed him, but after seeing the painting, the corners of his lips were tightly pursed.

This is to say that Zhan Qingcheng has no love for him, so he told him, so what is this letter.

When Zhan Qingcheng arrived in Shanghai, he was so dizzy that he wanted to vomit. At this time, there were still people blocking his way, which really made him unhappy.

What kind of evil has been committed recently, there is not a single good thing, but bad things happen again and again.

"Hey, this little beauty, wandering around the street without sleeping in the middle of the night, isn't she dissatisfied with her desires?"

Zhan Qingcheng didn't want to talk to him at all, "Ha ha."

"Look at my brother." The tall and rather short bastard said.

Two more people came from behind. A man and a woman seemed to be different from the group in front. They held guns in their hands. The three men in front suddenly panicked and didn't know whether it was a real gun or a fake gun.

Xia Tian took the bullet out of the gun, dangled it in the air with the bullet, half joking and half threatening: "Do you want to die?"

The two wanted to look at each other and ran away.

Liu Mei put away the gun, walked up to Zhan Qingcheng, and said worriedly, "Are you okay?"

Zhan Qingcheng shook his head, what could he do, you came here before he started, "It's okay, you are from the organization?"

Liu Mei was startled: "How do you know?"

Zhan Qingcheng said seriously: "Ordinary people don't have your guns. This is a point of exposure. If you are from the Japanese country, then your identities have been exposed. Although these guns are useful for intimidating some people who do evil, it is not necessarily true. Insurance."

Liu Mei nodded thoughtfully, and Xia Tian walked over, her tone a bit aggressive: "What are you wandering around the street without sleeping in the middle of the night, don't you know it's dangerous!"

"Summer! Keep your voice down so you don't scare other girls!"

Xia Tian lowered his head dejectedly, and Zhan Qingcheng chuckled: "I'm fine, to tell you the truth, I came here this time to join the organization."

Liu Mei and Xia Tian glanced at each other and nodded. This was a tacit consent, but it was difficult for people with unknown origins to be brought back to the organization.

"I'll find a hotel to stay in first, and come to me when you think it's okay. But you must be quick, after all, I don't have so much time to spend."

"Okay, I'll tell Commissar Liu tomorrow morning."

I heard Lei Zhongqian mentioned this name that time, and the address given by the old lady was in Shanghai, so there is a high possibility that this Liu Feng is in Shanghai, so I asked, "Liu Feng?"

Liu Mei was surprised: "How do you know?"

"He is a good friend of my father. My father's name is Zhan Anming. You can just tell him that."

"Well, you should find a place to live first, Xia Xia and I will accompany you there."

It was early in the morning when Liu Feng heard the news about Zhan Qingcheng, before the sun came out, the wind was blowing a bit cold, so cold that he felt cold in his heart.