At this moment, Long Junchen, who had always been very "conscious", began to be honest again. He held Ning Feng'er's hand again. Ning Feng'er finally couldn't help it. She couldn't always be taken advantage of. She looked stern. Just as she was about to have an attack, she found that the latter did not stumble on her hands this time, but slid slightly with a finger in her palm. Ning Feng'er knew that Long Junchen could not speak. It seemed that he wanted to say something. Ning Feng'er immediately shook off the distractions in his heart, suppressed the anger in his heart, and slowly felt the temperature and trajectory of Long Junchen's fingertips, "Go to find Han Xier."

"What, you asked me to find Han Xier, where can I find it?" Ning Feng'er easily identified the words written by Long Junchen, but her facial expression froze slightly. Her eyebrows frowned, but she saw Long Junchen blinking at her. She was slightly stunned. Suddenly, she saw a small green insect crawling out of Long Junchen's cuff. The small insect was wriggling on Long Junchen's body, obediently stretching out its tongue and licking Long Junchen's bandaged hands. Ning Feng'er's pupils shrank, and she had already determined the origin of this small green insect. This was a trick that Long Junchen had not used for a long time, a worm!

Ning Feng'er has investigated Long Junchen for so long and is also a high-ranking and powerful identity in MI6. It is an exaggeration to describe her as a great governor.

Therefore, Ning Feng'er was not surprised that Long Junchen would take out the incident of the insect, because she had known it for a long time, but seeing the wriggling little bug, as a woman, she still instinctively shrank her body, felt a little discomfort in her throat, and she couldn't help but retching twice.

Long Junchen looked at Ning Feng'er's defeat and showed a gloating smile with difficulty. Then Ning Feng'er wrote two more strokes on his palm. Before he finished writing, Ning Feng'er couldn't stand it. First, it was too slow to write realistically. Second, she felt that the itchy palm felt very strange, wrong, and it was very wonderful. She didn't dare to let this feeling linger in her body, so she hurriedly took out her cell phone and asked Long Junchen to type, which was much faster than writing one stroke at a time.

Long Junchen looked at Ning Feng'er with some disgust and dissatisfaction. After all, he took the phone with his hand inserted into the needle. He was now in disarray and had to rely on Ning Feng'er. He quickly wrote a line of words on it, "Follow Xiaoqing, it can take you to find Han Xi'er."

Ning Feng'er withdrew her gaze on her phone and frowned slightly. Looking at the little green worm that was constantly wriggling, she was still a little uncomfortable. She quickly looked away and asked in confusion: "Why can I find Han Xier by following this little bug. Hiss, the surname Long, you can't deliberately use this little green worm to play tricks on me because of what happened just now! Don't underestimate me, I am different from those ordinary little girls. This kind of little bug can't scare me."

When Long Junchen heard Ning Feng'er say this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. He was about to make a habitual shrugging action, but found that his shoulders were wrapped tightly with bandages and could not move. He could only give up and wrote a line of words on his phone, "Dear, my worm is a pair, Xiaoqing can find Xiaobai."

After Long Junchen finished writing, he saw that Ning Feng'er was still confused when he saw this inexplicable. He opened his mouth to ask a stupid question like squeezing toothpaste. He immediately didn't bother to save his "physical strength". His fingers quickly tapped on the screen of the phone a few times, and his face showed an extremely obvious impatient expression. He wrote the following line of words on his phone, "Xiaobai fell into her body when I was warm with that girl. Xiaobai kept following Han Xier, so you can definitely find Han Xier. Don't follow me here. Go quickly. If you are late, you will probably be gone."

Long Junchen finished the last word "分" exhausted, and threw his phone aside with disgust. He felt unhappy. He still used his fingers to write in the palm of his palm. Not only did he feel comfortable, he could also touch the tender little hand, unlike facing a steel screen. Although he was typing faster, Long Junchen really couldn't bear the soft touch. Besides, he was really not in a hurry!

Is there no one?! Ning Feng'er's pupils shrank when she saw the last few words. Due to her professional characteristics, she was naturally very sensitive to this word. Since Long Junchen said that, it means that Han Xier's current situation must be very unoptimistic, and it is very likely that she is in danger. She immediately didn't bother with how Long Junchen drew a worm and how she judged the current situation. She immediately followed Xiaoqing away from the safe house. When she left, she asked Long Junchen to move casually and wait for her to come back.

Ning Feng'er followed Xiaoqing all the way. When she went out, she realized that she could not drive a bed bug. Moreover, the car they rented had already died in that sudden explosion. She sighed and could only follow the long insect silently with her legs. One person and one worm were moving forward strangely. What surprised Ning Feng'er was that this small long insect, which seemed to be only one finger wide, slipped quite quickly. If she didn't try her best, she would be unable to catch up with it.

Soon, under Xiaoqing's leadership, Ning Feng'er walked through countless secret alleys and came to an old apartment building. It looked like a commercial and residential building, which was disrepaired for a long time, and the rent and selling price were mostly very cheap. Judging from the abortions of people entering and leaving and those who kept moving things, it seemed that this apartment building was very popular with outsiders and tenants who wanted to be cheap.

Most of these commercial and residential buildings are migrant populations, and many people come and leave. The residents' composition is very complicated, and there is probably no neighborhood relationship at all. If only one person dies, no one will care or care. If Han Xier lives in such a place, if something really happens, it will probably take a long time to be discovered.

After Ning Feng'er left, Long Junchen lay down again. He was finally a little sleepy by the soft pillow, but he followed the "Xin Yuan" and "Yi Ma" and took turns tossing. As soon as he lay down, he felt a little uncomfortable and pursed his lips. He always felt that what happened during this period was too strange.

He thought about it and felt that it was impossible to stimulate his tiredness by relying on a comfortable pillow. He had to adjust his relatively comfortable position and close his eyes to rest. He began to think about things like a lantern in his heart. He thought about what he had been following, what he would do next, what he had to do with Ning Feng'er quickly warmed up, and what was going on during this period of time?
Chapter completed!