Chapter 285

In Ji Fengyun's ward, Dong Lanjiao changed his madness outside and reported respectfully with a cold face.

"After several tests, Su Haiyan has no special performance. Her speech is childish and disorganized. She is as timid as a mouse. When she frightens, she can't help begging for mercy. It's certain that she doesn't have the powers she said."

Leng Shi listened expressionless and fiddled with her camera.

"Leng Lu, is this the latest foreign camera? Leng BA's transformation is not thorough enough. It still looks too eye-catching. It doesn't match your identity as a small reporter of a small newspaper in a small city. Pay attention."

Lenglu was very convinced of him and explained carefully.

"According to the plan, I took the hand of Cheng expedition and took the way to the top of the army of province a. the camera was sent by Chen muen's son to please me and crossed Ming Road."

Leng Shi picked up his eyebrows and subconsciously looked at Ji Fengyun, who was irritable and patient on the hospital bed.

Chen mu'en is the deputy commander of the army of province A. Leng Lu must have been instructed by the young master to hook up with his son so soon.

"There's nothing to say about such a small thing!"

Ji Fengyun interrupts the words of two confidants and impatiently orders lenglu.

"This time I urgently transferred you to cold Jiu. She was watched."

Leng Lu Gongjin was sent out by Ji Fengyun.

Leng Shi went out with her and explained Leng Jiu's disguised identity.

"Feng Aihua of the new barracks? I remember. I'll go and interview her right away." Leng Lu calmly promised.

Leng Shi didn't say much. He was worn by Ji Fengyun for two days and was forced to adapt a lot.

"The young master is in a bad mood. Things should be done well. Pay attention to your unit's Jane Ruyi. She has deep qualifications and good background. It's best to take advantage of the situation, or find a way to squeeze out. She can't be your stumbling block."

"Don't worry, I have more experience than you, younger martial brother."

Leng Lu smiled charmingly. He took the camera and stepped across his chest. He put on a white sheep shearing hat, a large brushed scarf of the same color, black sunglasses on the chicken neck of the sky blue sweater, ginger flared pants under the long military coat, and a pair of shiny black half high-heeled shoes. In the twinkling of an eye, he became a natural and fashionable reporter Dong.

Leng Shi was not interested in her teasing. He collapsed his face and reminded him, "look after su Haiyan. Maybe the young master will be useful."

"As wordy as a little old man." Leng Lu glanced at him, opened the black lady's bag and took out a small mirror to make up.

"Don't paint it. It's like eating a dead mouse." Leng Shi gets close to the ink and follows Ji Fengyun closely. He doesn't speak very well.

"What do you know?" Leng Lu looked at him, put away his lipstick and small mirror, listened to the voice at the door, raised his eyebrows, put on a look of fear, opened the door and stepped back.

"I'm sorry to bother you. I'm really a reporter. I just want to know something. I'll go now. I'll go now."

She accidentally bumped into someone and subconsciously said sorry first. She turned back and flustered to pay for it.

"Sorry, I didn't notice someone behind me. Didn't I step on you?"

Ji Chang glanced at her and looked more at the sunglasses on her chicken neck.

The woman kept bowing and apologizing. Her sunglasses swayed. The sweater under the sunglasses swayed more fiercely and caught people's attention.

"Are you a reporter?"

Ji Chang glanced at the cold pick-up pestling like a wooden stake in the door. He didn't expect to take out words from his mouth and lightly asked the inexplicable female reporter.

By cold means, it's impossible to let anyone in.

"Yes, this is my work permit!"

Dong Lanjiao took out his work permit from his bag and presented it respectfully with both hands!

Ji Chang didn't answer. He glanced at the small ID photo, facing the woman in front of him. He glanced at the official seal on one corner of the photo and her name. He had a number in his heart.

"From the military newspaper. Where did you get the news?"