After sending him away, he invited him to be a witness to the hotel account, closed the door and then he decided to make up.

"Have you seen it clearly? Which room did Adjutant Zhang come out from?"

"Room 330? Or room 329, anyway, it's those two rooms. Zhang Zhixiong should be in the room next to him."

"A slight difference is a thousand miles apart. Such rough information is not good and not safe. You have to verify it again." Yuan Pengfei made a cautious decision.

He is not a person who is risky at first. He doesn’t want to be 10% sure, but he has to get at least 50% of the guarantee. He can’t even confirm the target in which room he is in, so how can he talk about the assassination succeed?

Bond the loose tie again, Yuan Pengfei is going out to meet Yu Zecheng and share with him the new gains today.

As soon as he said, Zhuang Xiaoman stopped him, "Hey, why didn't you blame me?"

Yuan Pengfei turned around, looked at Zhuang Xiaoman and shook his head and laughed: "What, do you feel comfortable if you have to blame you?"

When he went upstairs to face the two guys, Zhuang Xiaoman became silent. He didn't know what he was thinking in his little head, and he didn't say a few words until he came back.

Now it seems that this is a scolding that has been preparing to wait for Yuan Pengfei to storm.

But what role can scolding and scolding play? This has happened no matter how good or bad things are. I can only say that you can look forward and don’t make such personal heroic mistakes in the future.

So Yuan Pengfei had no intention of pursuing the matter at all. He just wanted to wait for him to have a good chat with her and not let her do such a trick on his teammates.

Next time, at least I would like to inform him before doing things so that she could be mentally prepared. If he hadn't made a lot of preparations in advance to act more realistically this time, he would have to let them go today.

"Hate, then you go first. I will listen to your Mr. Yuan's education when I come back tonight. I hope I won't disappoint me." Zhuang Xiaoman said with a smile.

But there was a different smell in her eyes when she looked at Yuan Pengfei.

...

"Dingling, Dingling!"

The phone on the desk kept ringing, and Zhang Zhixiong was dizzy just after smoking big smoke, "Zhang Yong, come here to answer the phone!"

Zhang Yong, who was sitting on the sofa, quickly answered carefully. Not many people knew about the call, and it was not something he could have offended, a small adjutant.

"Hey, who are you?"

The impatient voice of Doihiko Kenji came from the other side of the phone, "Where is Zhang Zhixiong, let him answer the phone."

Zhang Yong accompanied him as an adjutant and had a deep impression of this big man. Now he immediately remembered him. He covered his microphone and said hurriedly: "Uncle, it's General Takashi Kenji's phone number.

Hearing this name, Zhang Zhixiong jumped up as if he had fallen from the clouds, and took the call with great energy and began to talk to Doi Hoshi-ji respectfully.

There was not much content on the phone. Doi Feixianji asked Zhang Zhixiong to see him the day after tomorrow, with the condition that he would wear clothes as well as possible, and there might be rewards from his superiors.

This made Zhang Zhixiong so happy. "Call me and find a tailor to make two clothes. I'll be waiting to wear it the day after tomorrow!"

When Zhang Yong heard this, he was very happy and said that as long as Zhang Zhixiong went out, he would not bring him.

In the afternoon, pedestrians on the road were hurried, mostly office workers who had just gotten off work. In a city like the Demon City, even if the Japanese came, they still needed those ordinary screws, otherwise they would not be able to operate.

Yuan Pengfei and Yu Zecheng met, then returned and called Zhuang Xiaoman, preparing to try it in a newly opened French restaurant. The atmosphere of Western food is good, and it is easier for young men and women to bring their relationship closer in that environment.

As soon as they walked to the door, they heard someone shouting behind them, "Mr. Yuan, wait for me."

Yuan Pengfei didn't remember the acquaintance here, so he looked back curiously. It turned out to be the shopkeeper Ying of Banyan Tree tailoring shop. He had just come down from the stairs and had a small blue bag under his armpit.

Yuan Pengfei wanted to avoid him, but it was too late now.

"Why haven't Mr. Yuan come to my place these two days? The red suspender dress you are going to make has been prepared. I wonder when will I take it?"

Yuan Pengfei looked at Zhuang Xiaoman carefully, and saw that Zhuang Xiaoman was also looking at him curiously, and he turned red with a rare look.

It turned out that Yuan Pengfei secretly took a piece of Zhuang Xiaoman's clothes to the tailor's shop and made the size. Then he customized a high-end dress and prepared to find an opportunity to give it to her, which can be pleasing to the eye and be happy to girls.

But he has been busy with this matter these two days, and he has long left the clothes behind him. But more importantly, he forgot to pay the money and has not paid the remaining balance to others yet.

The two things got together, and even though he had experienced so many ups and downs, he was a little embarrassed.

He said in a daze: "I have been too busy these days, but why did Manager Ying have time to come here today? Is there any foreigner who wants you to make Chinese clothes?"

Not everyone can stay in the Ten Kingdoms Hotel. The mainstream customers are foreigners from various countries. For example, Yuan Pengfei bought an American passport, which is also considered.

If an ordinary Chinese want to move in, it is not as simple as registering and paying money. If you don’t have any identity, you can hold on to the energy behind you, so don’t even think about it.

"What kind of foreigner is this?" said Manager Ying, "I also feel strange. Just a few steps away from the next door, the guest officer might have called me to come over, as if he was afraid of meeting people."

The speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intentional.

Yuan Pengfei was shocked when he heard this, "Hiss, is it a guest named Zhang on the third floor?"

"How could I ask this? I just heard someone calling General Zhang, maybe the person you mentioned."

In public, it was not a place to talk about things. After a few more greetings, Yuan Pengfei took Zhuang Xiaoman to have a leisurely French meal.

But this meal had no effect at all. Both of them were not even interested in eating, and they had already flew out of the window.

In the evening, the streets seemed deserted again, and a store had already been closed, while the lights of the Banyan Tree tailor shop were still bright.

When Yuan Pengfei and Zhuang Xiaoman came to the store, the shopkeeper Ying was wearing glasses, cutting and scattering, and was very busy.

Seeing that someone ignored him, Yuan Pengfei accompanied Zhang Xiaoman to admire the red dress.

Needless to say, the fabric used in the dress is of course the best. The body curve is made of a cheongsam by Zhuang Xiaoman. It can be imagined that after he put on this dress, Miaoman's curved figure will be fully visible and will definitely attract the eyes.

The two-finger-wide suspender is covered with shining crystals, and the light shines on it. A simple V-shaped collar makes it look sexy and charming.

"Xiaoman, do you like this dress?"

Zhuang Xiaoman gave him a blank look, as if she was still a little dissatisfied with his own initiative. However, her hands were tightly clutching the dress, hoping to try it now, showing her excited mood at this moment.

Yuan Pengfei did not forget to sigh at this time, "Actually, this is almost awesome. Paired with a ruby ​​necklace the size of a pigeon egg, or a delicate pink and white pearl necklace, and finally match it all on you, that is the perfect match."

Before Zhuang Xiaoman could say anything, someone was dissatisfied with his pretending 13. Manager Ying put down his work and said to Zhuang Xiaoman: "I would rather believe that there are ghosts in the world than that of a man's mouth. I agreed to come to pick up the clothes two days ago, but I won't touch him today, and the clothes have been thrown behind him."

Zhuang Xiaoman giggled, and his eyes looked at Yuan Pengfei with a jealousy and sympathy.

She empathized with the days she had been living these two days, and her nerves were always tense, so how could she remember such a thing?

Originally, there was some progress in the morning, and the two of them relaxed and had a French meal, but wasn't this being called by the task?

Yuan Pengfei didn't mind the shopkeeper's dismantling, as he still asked others for help.

He stuffed the prepared banknotes into Manager Ying's hand, "The remaining money has been prepared long ago, please dot it."

At this time, if you really put people aside and make money slowly, more sensitive customers will not be able to become repeat customers.

"Hey, Mr. Yuan, you said that, what else can I feel at ease?" Manager Ying laughed and asked again: "What else do you have? If there is nothing to do, I will close the store and close the business."

Yuan Pengfei said: "Yes, a friend asked me to ask what the person you measured your clothes today looked like?"

"He has a tuft of hair on both sides of his mouth and his chin and forehead. He is about fifty years old."

"Did you do it for him?"

"I heard from him that he would meet a big man in a few days, so he urged me to make it as soon as possible. In fact, it is difficult to eat our meal!"

"Yes, everyone has their own difficulties." Zhuang Xiaoman agreed, and then asked again: "Does the shopkeeper see which room he lives in?"

"It seems to be Room 311, and I can't remember it, but when I left, the doors of several rooms around me were open, and those people were staring at me. What's the best thing I have?"

Manager Ying still seems to be a little confused.

After asking all the questions, Yuan Pengfei got up and said goodbye.

But when he walked to the door, he remembered again: "Shopkeeper Ying, this red dress is good. Go back and choose a better style of cheongsam, and I will customize it."

The shopkeeper looked at the entangled Zhuang Xiaoman and smiled at Yuan Pengfei knowingly, "No problem, the best craftsmanship and the best fabric, you are satisfied with it.

In fact, your design is really good. Many customers like this dress when they see it. Many wives have asked about this dress.

If you don’t come, maybe this dress will be bought by a wife!”

His attitude change before and after was really interesting.

After hearing Manager Ying’s praise, Zhuang Xiaoman hugged the clothes in his hand tighter.

This dress is really beautiful, and it is even more beautiful when worn by girls. Everyone has a love for beauty, especially the girl himself.

Otherwise, who would buy a lot of beautiful clothes and carefully put on makeup? Could it be that it is just for men to show it?

In fact, the first step is to please themselves.
Chapter completed!