The night fell, and Wu Xiaoqi had not lit the lights yet, which made Jiang Ping a little proud. She thought that her little plot had succeeded.

As long as Xiao Qi can't come out, she can concentrate on doing things without being distracted and worrying about this guy. It's almost something she has been looking forward to all day long.

There is a beautiful face in the mirror. Even if you don’t wear makeup, you are still a beauty. This is where Jiang Ping is proud. If it were usual, she wouldn’t have to do these things in front of the mirror like she is now. However, in the action plan told by the two companions who came last night, the traitor Zhang Tong would go to the Crown Club with the Japanese Head tonight to attend the party. She needed to sneak into the club first, confirm whether Zhang Tong was there, and then identify it to other colleagues.

With that, she doesn't have to worry about the actions. This is not the first time Jiang Ping performs a task in such a place with wine and lights. Although it seems that it is not very dangerous, in fact, the most dangerous one is her. Don't underestimate this task of confirming identification. First of all, she doesn't even know what Zhang Tong looks like. This person has files and photos in the Military Control Commission, but now they know nothing except this name. How to confirm this person depends on Jiang Ping's own methods.

Jiang Ping is not a veteran in the romantic scene, but as a beautiful woman, how could she put her natural capital without making use of it?

The beautiful face in Yibbet was immediately changed after a few casual strokes of her seemingly casual strokes. Her face was still the same face, and the person was still the same person. The beauty was still so beautiful, but the temperament before and after had completely changed. If Jiang Ping was a pure and cute girl next door before putting on makeup, then she was a charming and beautiful charming girl at this moment. I don’t know how she did it. Not only did her makeup give people this feeling, but she even seemed to have this temperament hidden before her eyebrows.

A slim cheongsam outlined her delicate figure with a concave and convex fur on her body, and the proud pair of breasts on her chest seemed to be about to emerge. If a beauty like this appeared in the Crown Club, she would be the focus of everyone.

Jiang Ping was very satisfied with her dressing. She knew that compared with the people in the group, this was her biggest advantage. The reason why the team leader was tolerant last night was that he knew that without her today, this task would not be possible at all. It would be Wu Xiaoqi's luck to be able to escape from the hands of a ruthless guy like him.

Thinking of his younger brother, Jiang Ping smiled on her face. He looked at the window habitually. It was still pitch black. This little guy should have slept soundly with Xiao Si. I hope that the task tonight will be smooth, and I hope that I can escape unstoppable. To be honest, I really want to give him a happy Spring Festival that will always be left in my memory.

The rickshaw was already waiting at the door, and the coachman tonight was also his companion, and he was the one who helped him.

Seeing her outfit, her companion's eyes lit up. It was not that he had seen Jiang Ping's beauty, but this kind of charming beauty was obviously more in line with his appetite.

Although this person was his companion and although this person was responsible for his retreat, Jiang Ping still showed a little bored look when she saw his saliva flowing out. She did not help the person's hand, but got into the carriage and said coldly: "Let's go."

Wu Xiaoqi sat quietly at the window. The ripped hole in the window was still blowing into the wind, making his face hurt, but he seemed to be unable to feel it, sitting straight there like a wooden man, waiting for Sister Ping to go out.

If Sister Ping didn't come to the afternoon, he might not have been so strongly worried. Although he had already made up his mind to secretly help her, he would not think that Sister Ping would be in too much danger at that time. Now Wu Xiaoqi would not think so. If she could use such a means to herself, the seriousness of the matter could be imagined.

Originally, Wu Xiaoqi thought that eating Pingjie's porridge would last for a day and a half, but the imagined scene did not appear. Simazi fell asleep and couldn't wake up like a dead pig. Only then did he realize that he could go out even if he had diarrhea. But if he had a deep sleep like Simazi, he would probably not know that the sky fell, let alone help her.

A rickshaw stopped at Sister Ping's door. Wu Xiaoqi was excited. He knew that the moment he was waiting was coming. Seeing Sister Ping get in and the rickshaw slowly disappear into the night, Wu Xiaoqi then left the door. Logically, he should have to go out earlier, so that it would be effortless to follow. However, what happened last night made him understand. Sister Ping would stare at this side from time to time and go out early, which would only make her find that she did not fall into the "trap".

It doesn’t matter if you go out later, because this residential area only has this main road leading to the street. No matter where you go to the provincial capital, you have to go through both ends of this road.

Wu Xiaoqi used the method he had figured out by himself. As long as he could confirm the direction he wanted to go, he would take a small road and rush into alleys and alleys and arrive first. When he confirmed again, he would do the same. He followed the rickshaw all the way to the edge of the Japanese lair. He was worried that Sister Ping would enter the Japanese lair, but there were checkpoints of the Japanese puppet army everywhere, and there were patrols from time to time. If he wanted to go there, there was basically no chance. Even if he could get in, he would be caught in every minute.

Fortunately, the things that Wu Xiaoqi was worried about did not appear. When the rickshaw approached the Japanese lair, he turned to another street. He immediately understood where Sister Ping was going.

In the entire provincial capital, if it is about prosperity, it is of course the central street where the former provincial government and municipal government are located. But if it is about the gold-selling cave or the luxury, it is of course based on this side street near the Japanese lair.

There is a nice name on this street called Chunfeng Street. It is not very long, and it looks about 200 to 300 meters. In the past, it was because there were several brothels on the street. After the Japanese occupied the provincial capital, the brothels on this street were replaced by "foreign brothels" such as the Crown Club. When they were brothels, someone gritted their teeth to go to Chunxiao for a while. Now, ordinary people dare not pass there, for fear that two kilograms of meat would be cut off by the "Chunfeng" by passing by. Everyone is a legend that rich people spend a night in such a place to support a whole family for a year. Wu Xiaoqi has more or less heard of these rumors, but he doesn't believe it, but he can't confirm that a poor boy like him may not even be able to enter the door for a year.

How could Sister Ping come to such a place? Wu Xiaoqi frowned. He didn't want his sister to have any connection with such dirty places, but he was disappointed. The rickshaw was indeed parked at the gate of the crown. When he saw the waiter helping Sister Ping down from the rickshaw, he suddenly felt a sour smell in his heart.
Chapter completed!