Spy Wars: As long as I'm subtle enough, no one will doubt me

Liu Long then smiled and recounted what had happened during the day.

He took out five small yellow croakers from his bag and put them on the table.

"Take a look, what is this?"

I saw five small yellow croakers sparkling under the light.

"Can he really compensate you?" Liu Yaqin was overjoyed. She changed her previous worried face and put her hands on her waist with joy: "Chief Liu, you are really capable!"

"That's... I was transferred from the Central Police Agency after all."

Liu Long was shameless. He crossed his legs, picked up the teacup and took a sip leisurely, smiling: "Next time he dares to come, Miss Liu, you will beat him to death, and I will take the blame if he does."

"Haha! I will never let him off easily!" Liu Yaqin couldn't stop laughing like an old hen laying eggs.

This time I can finally feel relieved.

After laughing, she blushed and took Liu Long's hand, whispering shyly, "Thank you this time, Chief Liu."

"Ms. Liu, you are too polite. I still rent your house..."

"This... this is what I want to see. If I don't take action, am I still a human being?"

Liu Long smiled slightly, stood up and deliberately avoided Liu Yaqin's hand and said.

Liu Yaqin also realized that as a young widow, she was a little out of control by always pulling Liu Long's hand, so she asked with concern, "Have you eaten? I'll cook for you."

"No need, we've already eaten outside, you should be busy with your own things."

Liu Long waved his hand while holding the tea bowl.

Liu Long didn't want to take advantage of Liu Yaqin because Liu Yaqin was the widow of a martyr.

Her man is also a real man who risked his life to fight against the Japanese...

"correct!"

Liu Yaqin just remembered, patted her plump thighs, pouted her lips, and said in a rather charming way: "Oh, I almost forgot that I haven't made the tofu for tomorrow yet!"

Liu Yaqin was so busy worrying about Liu Long that she didn't have time to grind the tofu.

Liu Long looked at his watch. It was still early. "I think your millstone is quite heavy. How about I help you?"

"Okay!" Liu Yaqin, the young widow, blushed on her pretty face and twisted her waist: "Chief Liu, I'm going to change into work clothes first, you can't... peek."

Liu Yaqin usually changes her work jacket and trousers here in the summer when there is no man at home.

When Liu Yaqin said this, her pretty face turned red so much that water was about to drip out.

"Then I'll go upstairs first?" Liu Long wanted to avoid suspicion.

"No need." Liu Yaqin held Liu Long, her beautiful almond eyes full of spring water: "Chief Liu, just turn your back, I believe you..."

This era was not as particular as the modern era.

Sometimes, she would sit on the side of the road, lift up her clothes and feed her hungry babies.

I just watched it...

Sometimes when traveling for business, they would go to a large inn with a shared bed, where both men and women would squeeze onto a large straw bed.

In these war-torn years.

When people are hungry, they don't care about etiquette, morality, and integrity.

"Okay." Liu Long turned his back and didn't look at Liu Yaqin.

Then I heard a rustling sound behind me, and Liu Yaqin changed her clothes.

"I'm done changing, Chief Liu, can you turn around?"

Liu Long turned around and saw Liu Yaqin taking off her cheongsam and wearing a sleeveless jacket suitable for work with bare arms.

He wore grey linen shorts on the lower body.

She even took off her beloved nylon stockings and wore a pair of flat shoes.

She pulled her hair back, revealing her fair neck and her melon-like chest that made people imagine a lot.

"You put the beans in, and I'll grind the mill."

As soon as Liu Long got his hands on it, he was surprised and said, "Wow, this grinder is quite heavy."

"That's not the case." Liu Yaqin sprinkled the beans into the grinding hole and poured some water: "The grinding wheel is not heavy, and the tofu ground out is not fine, and it doesn't taste good. Over the years, the tofu I made, Liu Yaqin, has been well-known among the neighbors, just because I am willing to work hard..."

Liu Yaqin smiled crisply. The more she smiled like this, the more people felt sorry for her.

Liu Yaqin put the beans in handfuls and twisted her waist to help Liu Long grind the mill.

The polished wooden handle is just that long, so when two people lean against each other, they are shoulder to shoulder.

Liu Yaqin's white and tender arms touched Liu Long's waist from time to time. She was sweating profusely and talking and laughing with Liu Long.

Looking at the white soy juice flowing down the stone mill, Liu Yaqin showed a happy smile on her face.

"With Chief Liu's help today, the tofu will definitely be ground finer and more tender..."

Liu Yaqin took a clean little broom and happily swept the bean dregs and bean juice together.

As she bent her waist like this, drops of sweet sweat dripped into it.

Liu Long laughed and joked: "Oh, this is seasoned with the beauty's body, no wonder the tofu you make is so delicious."

Liu Yaqin blushed, straightened up, and wiped the sweat off her chest with a rag: "Is a widow without a husband still considered a beauty? I think Miss Li is a beauty! She is knowledgeable and cultured... That's enough, let's take a break?"

"Okay, take a break."

Liu Yaqin took the initiative to hand over the towel, blushing: "Chief Liu, if you don't mind, use mine to wipe it."

Liu Long took the towel and wiped it. There was a smell of Liu Yaqin on the towel.

The two sat side by side. Liu Yaqin rested her legs on a wooden stool, fanning Liu Long with a bamboo fan to cool him down: "Don't tire yourself out..."

"No, don't look at me because I'm thin. I'm full of muscles." Liu Long said with a smile.

It was summer and hot at night, and Liu Yaqin's short jacket was already soaked.

The two of them sat so close to each other and fanned themselves.

The unobstructed view...

Liu Long coughed and said, "Ahem... I think it's almost done. I can't help you make tofu later. I have to go to work tomorrow. I'll go back and take a shower and go to bed."

Liu Yaqin looked at her clothes with a red face, then glanced at Liu Long coquettishly.

"okay……"

Seeing that Liu Long was feeling a little uncomfortable, Liu Yaqin made an excuse to leave just like she did last time.

I had no choice but to nod with a red face.

When she was left with only some tofu, Liu Yaqin couldn't help stamping her feet again: "This Section Chief Liu is so feudal. I showed it to you, but you didn't even dare to look... I'm dying, I'm so embarrassed."

The next day, Liu Long went to work at the police department.

Junko Watanabe woke up faintly in the room.

It felt like she had never slept so soundly before.

I looked at the watch and realized I was about to be late.

Junko Watanabe quickly got up, washed, and rushed to the secret office of the Cabinet Intelligence Bureau.

Only then did I know that the telegraph machine had sent a message again last night.

"Why didn't you call me last night?" Junko Watanabe was surprised. She didn't deal with such an important message directly.

"Mr. Beichuan said that you have a more important mission." The intelligence officer reported truthfully.

"Play the recording!" Junko Watanabe sat down and put on headphones.

Close your eyes and look for the most important code amid the noisy sound of electric current.

But when I closed my eyes, I remembered the scene of Liu Long massaging my shoulders and neck last night.

Junko Watanabe finally cleared her mind and after two hours, she finally found the code: "Give me paper and pen!"

The Japanese intelligence officer next to him quickly handed over paper and pen.