Chapter 322

Feng Yishu probably has many friends.

After another phone call, within half an hour, a gray Buick stopped on one side.

A man who had never seen Lin Jiangxia and was by no means Zhan beiheng's bodyguard got out of the car, bypassed the front of the car and went to Feng Yishu.

"I'll change my clothes. Madam, wait for me a moment." Feng Yishu said to Lin Jiangxia with his side eyes.

Lin Jiangxia nodded slightly.

He saw Feng Yishu get out of the car and get on the black Buick with the man. The four windows of the Buick were pasted with heavy protective layers. It was impossible to see the inside from the outside. About three minutes later, Feng Yishu got out of the car and changed into a sportswear. His coat was equipped with a hood. When he pulled up his hood and put on a pair of wide mask, Even Lin Jiangxia, who is familiar with him, can hardly recognize him, let alone Lin Leyu, who has only had a few sides with Feng Yishu.

When he got back to the car, he pulled down his mask, gently raised the corner of his mouth and said, "madam, how am I dressed?"

Lin Jiangxia was surprised. He looked up and down at him more closely. He couldn't stop tutting and said, "this is really a dress tailored for crime."

Maybe two people are too close to each other. Feng Yi Shu can smell her faint perfume.

Such a big old man, his cheeks turned red, leaned back and opened the window in a panic, as if to dispel the smell on her.

Lin Jiangxia was stunned and thought he didn't come from a fox. This guy was too cautious. Even though he was worried that brother Zhan would be jealous, he would not be so overbearing that even her smell was not allowed to be smelled by others.

"A tree." She pursed her lips and asked softly, "where are you from?"

It was to kill time that she asked later. After all, she was just waiting for a rabbit. It was really boring.

"I'm from Fengcheng." Feng Yishu whispered.

"Ah, so far?" It was almost thousands of kilometers away from the city, but she couldn't hear it from Feng Yishu's accent. She was surprised and normal.

Feng Yishu probably liked the exclamation when others heard his hometown. On the contrary, he looked very calm and said: "since the fourth day of junior high school, I have come to this city with my father. I haven't been back for so many years. I have long forgotten the accent of my hometown. On the contrary, I am not familiar with the accent here. If I don't say it, few people will think I'm not local. "

"Don't you go back to your hometown during the Spring Festival?" Lin Jiangxia was curious, but also to kill time, so she asked one by one.

"There is no one in my hometown." Referring to this, Feng Yishu seemed a little sad: "my father came to my mother's house. When I was in the third year of junior high school, a fire took the lives of my mother and my grandparents. The so-called hometown has no memory for me."

Lin Jiangxia was surprised and opened her mouth. Speaking, it was really a human tragedy.

"What about your father's hometown?"

"My father is an orphan. He grew up in a welfare home." When Feng Yishu talked about this, he seemed to be a little fidgety. He turned his head and asked Lin Jiangxia, "I'm sorry, madam. I don't know if I can smoke."

"Yes, I'm not bad." Lin Jiangxia nodded frequently and said unexpectedly, "but I didn't know you could smoke."

While talking, Feng Yishu already took out the cigarette and lit it skillfully in his mouth.

It's a slender cigarette similar to a lady's cigarette.

"When you're depressed, you smoke a little." When he said that, he also noticed Lin Jiangxia's curiosity about his cigarettes, so he pulled the corners of his mouth and said, "this kind of smoke will have less tobacco flavor. After all, I'm waiting for Mr. Zhan at any time. I can't let myself have a strong tobacco flavor." He said, flicking the cigarette ash outside the window and said, "this kind of smoke has a light aroma instead of the choking smell of tobacco."

"Can I have one?" Every time she saw a cigarette, she would unconsciously think of beard Jin.

Because of his curiosity about beard Jin, he naturally transferred that curiosity to cigarettes.

Feng Yishu handed over the cigarette box, and Lin Jiangxia pulled out only one.

The slender cigarette body is also painted with complex patterns, which looks very exquisite.

She put it under her nose and sniffed it gently. Sure enough, as Feng Yishu said, a faint smell immediately penetrated into her nose.

"It smells good." She couldn't help saying, so she put the cigarette on her lips. But her posture with cigarettes was learned from beard Jin. The uncle came from a rough man. Even in small things such as smoking, she would never be as elegant as Feng Yishu.

Feng Yishu looked at her strange and rough movements and couldn't help smiling. Even her eyes smiled into a bend.

Lin Jiangxia lit the tobacco.

But just took a breath, his throat seemed to be choked by fire, and he coughed violently.

It's the kind that almost coughed out tears.

Feng Yishu hurriedly found the spring water from the storage box of the car, unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to her.

She grabbed it and drank it. Then she managed to suppress the sad taste in her throat.

"Even if it smells delicious, it's not the same thing when it's inhaled!"

Feng Yishu smiled and said, "it seems that my wife is the kind of constitution who will never learn to smoke."

What the hell, is there anyone with that constitution in the world?

Lin Jiangxia pursed her lips and looked at the slender cigarette still burning between her fingertips.

At that time, Feng Yishu's eyes were sharp and sharp, and his eyes seemed as bright as an eagle and a falcon: "madam, is that car Lin Leyu's?"

Lin Jiangxia looked up and saw the fiery red Ferrari driving out of the Lin family's old house.

"Yes!"

As the voice fell, Feng Yishu pushed open the door and got out of the car.

Instead, he rushed to the gray Buick and opened the door to get on the bus. The Buick immediately rushed obliquely down the hillside. From this angle, it was just a car that could stop Lin Leyu.

Lin Jiangxia is nervous. After all, this is the first time she has done it in her life.

When she was nervous, she almost didn't notice and took a cigarette on her lips.

This time, she was not stimulated by the choking smell of tobacco.

Maybe it's because attention is entirely on the street below the hillside.

The gray Buick car rushed to the front of the fiery red Ferrari. Both cars stopped suddenly, leaving a long and clear rut on the ground.

The road, which was sparsely populated, would not have been visited by anyone else.