Intelligence Bureau

Arnold, who had been tormented by someone in disguise for more than a week, finally leaned on the back of the chair and put his hands on his forehead after seeing someone walk out of sight.

How should the famous Arnold admit that he really has nothing to do with this man.

Playing tricks, playing hooligans, selling stupidity, cuteness, morals, lower limit, selling everything.The cold war won't work, and the hot war won't last... What kind of strange species has he been entangled with?

Leinart, who was going out in high spirits, specially sent a series of enthusiastic peach blossom eye waves to the front desk clerk when he passed by the front hall. The front desk clerk immediately knew that his wife was tamed and docile again today, and immediately faced Lennart gave two thumbs up in encouragement.

Lennart accepted it unceremoniously, and then walked out of the hotel with joyful steps, let the waiter behind him clenched his two thumbs into fists and held them in front of his chest, expressing his admiration to his heart's content... See if there is any , Su Nan’s essential equipment, the instant kill little girl mode is on. )

Walking out of the hotel to the corner of the first intersection, someone stopped and looked back at the simple building not far away. On the third floor, there seemed to be a silhouette of a young man looming under the gauze curtain.After staring intently for a while, letting the corners of the upturned mouth meet the corners of the downturned eyes, he walked briskly on the road wrapped in his whole body.

How should I put it, it seems that I have a cat that is very good at scratching people at home, and I always spend a lot of effort to smooth its fur, but I miss it when I leave it for a second.

Well.It's better to finish the work early and go back to tease the cat early. Speaking of which, what should I feed the cat at night?

meeting place.

"Lenate Costa, I hope you didn't leave us here on purpose for more than half an hour." G looked at the man walking slowly step by step, frowning slightly.Having worked together so many times, the record on punctuality is pretty clean despite knowing how sloppy that guy is.

Normally, he might be able to indulge his occasional lateness, but today.Looking at the frozen purple lips of the person beside him, G frowned again, what's going on? !Obviously wearing windbreakers.

"Ah~ I didn't know Mr. G was here too, I'm really sorry for keeping you waiting~." Lennart shook the paper bag in his hand, as if expressing that it was the reason for being late.As for the apology, the frivolous tone made it hard to believe the sincerity in the words.

However, seeing Andrea's freezing appearance, Leinart still felt somewhat apologetic.

However, wearing the clothes of the person you like and waiting with the person you like is quite a romantic and beautiful thing, isn't it?Lennart looked at the obviously slightly larger khaki windbreaker on Andrea and thought, he must have made up for it.

"Mr. Lennart, here is what you want." Andrea stared at the official boss who had disappeared for more than half a month, and handed over a black suitcase.

Today's Mr. Lennart looks very happy, his eyebrows and eyes are flying, and his facial features are overflowing. In this cold and windy season, it is like a ray of warm sunshine, which infects the people around him and warms them up.

"Thanks for your hard work, little Andrea~" Almost habitually, Lennart touched the top of Andrea's head with his hand. Fortunately, the corner of his eye brought G's cold gaze into his line of sight. Only then did he react and change the angle of his hand, hang down along the side of the ear, and stop at the collar.

He gently brushed the surface of the windbreaker with his hand, as if to filter off the layer of coldness attached to it.Then a gentle smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth, and he added a sentence: "By the way, little Andrea's clothes are very beautiful~"

A white face was instantly covered with a layer of rouge.

"Where's Arnold?" G coldly glanced at the blushing Andrea, even a light pink was conspicuous enough on that face that was pale from the cold.

For many reasons, G's tone of voice, whose mood gradually emerged from the haze of waiting for others, has softened a lot.

"Mrs. Arnold~ It's a secret that can't be told~" The reason for making an appointment to meet outside is to reduce the exposure rate. The more the target audience, the more fixed the location, the higher the exposure rate.What's more, he and Arnold accidentally exposed their real bodies when they were in desire. According to Mr. Major General's ability, they will almost find this place in the next two days.

"Mrs. Arnold?!" Andrea exclaimed, what's the matter with this title? !Nothing can have more impact than this title. Andrea can't calm down at all. It's only been half a month. Has the minister been downgraded to the wife of the deputy minister? !

"Ah? Did I say it? I'm sorry, I've gotten used to it these days and can't change it." Leinart realized later that his title had not been changed back to 'Minister Arnold'.but…

Mr. Lennart, please stop pretending, the expression on your face of "it's okay, in fact, this name is more beautiful" has completely betrayed you!So what's the deal with this name?

The Tucao version of Andrea, who hadn't appeared for a long time, appeared again.

"Giotto asked me to give this to Arnold." A 'Mrs. Arnold' title, need that much reaction?Can't think of any messy name for that unscrupulous man?Or what are you caring about? G interrupted the mode of complaining between the two of them and please feel free to complain, slightly displeased.

A letter lay in front of Lennart, and he took it with a smile, but muttered in his mouth: "Really, it's very sad, other people's bosses know how to write letters to their subordinates, and our boss has been writing letters to his subordinates since he got married. You forgot about your natal family..."

==! ! !Lennart Costa Are you a kid? !Do you want to compare this kind of thing?Your boss is going to be sad!

Mister Lennart, would you be more mature, please?This is not a love letter!

Probably because G stayed with Andrea for a long time, the hidden and deeply hidden attribute of complaining was also developed.

At this point, the things that should be handed over are almost handed over, and the next step is people.

"Okay, it's almost done, has little Andrea decided who to go with?" Leinart put the letter away in the side pocket of the windbreaker, tilted his head and smiled slightly, looking at Ann who was still in the mode of complaining. delea.

What?What do you mean almost?Mr. Lennart, when did you let me make a decision? !The stupid and cute attributes in the Tucao state were turned on together. G and Lennart looked at him in a daze, with a slightly stiff smile, and a pretended forehead...

Below is Lennart and G's eye contact. (Remember, the eyes are the windows to the soul!)

[Give me back my quick-thinking, rational and calm, well-behaved and sensible little Andrea! 】

【...】

[Master Lanshou's way of abducting people is really special, did you use a dull beam? 】

【...】

【Can you teach me how to use it on Arnold? ! 】

【……………】

So...the conclusion of the exchange is that Mr. Lanshou may have glaucoma or something. In short, his eyes are not working well, and the window of the soul cannot be opened...Leinart turned his gaze back to Andrea in disappointment.

The child seemed to have finally realized something, and he was looking confused.

Please stop telling people you are 28, okay? G and Lennart finally reached a spiritual communication at this point.

"Is it so difficult to make this choice?" After waiting for a while, G couldn't help but speak, and Andrea glanced at his face in astonishment, but after just one glance, he didn't dare to look up again.

Before Lennart came, I made up my mind to follow Lennart, but when Lennart really came, I don’t know where the original firmness went... The moment of stupefaction was not dullness, but genuine ignorance measures.

"Ah~ I suddenly remembered that it's time for dinner, and it's time to go back and feed the cat. Speaking of which, the poor are going to have nothing to eat these days, little Andrea should follow G first~"

"..."

Why do you have food to feed the cat, but poor enough to feed yourself!And the money in the black box I just gave you is more than enough to fill a carriage! Don't fool me! — Andrea.

If you find a decent reason anyway, I won't thank you. ——g.

"Let's get in touch again~" Lennart waved his hand casually, not giving Andrea a chance to speak, and turned around to leave him a chic back.

Andrea watched the familiar white figure drift away. His black hair was messed up in the wind and he didn't have a hand to comb it. It was the same back view as every time we parted. I hope we will see you again.

In the end, Andrea's eyes fell on the paper bag carried by the right hand of the man in white. He seemed to have said that the paper bag was the reason for his lateness. It should be something very important... After all, it was rare for him to be so happy just now ah.

Andrea subconsciously stared at the back in a daze, so that she didn't notice the increasingly ugly expressions of the people around her at all...

"It's too late to catch up now." The red-haired man reached out to pull the tie around his neck, only to realize that he was wearing a windbreaker, and there was no tie, but his hand still stopped on the neckline of the windbreaker.

In fact, when he was wearing his clothes, why did he blush when the man praised his clothes for their beauty?

"Ugh?"

Someone is being dumbfounded again. G was wondering if he really turned him into this dull look?Otherwise, how on earth did Arnold's intelligence agency adopt him!

"Follow me if you don't chase, there is no regret medicine in the world." G felt that if he stood here foolishly with him, he would be infected with dementia in children.Shaking his head, he walked out gracefully.

"Why do you want to learn from Mr. Lennart..." The latter seemed to mean that he would not give up until he carried through the cuteness to the end.One sentence made the red-haired man who stepped out in front of him pause for a moment.

Convex!Who is going crazy like that idiot! ! !

The author has something to say:. . .The author is unable to complain anymore. . .

Don't blame me, what kind of strange person ==