The two of them returned to Sister Ping's residence.

As soon as he entered the room, Wu Xiaoqi couldn't wait to pull Jiang Ping to ask: "Sister, when did I have this name?"

"Silly boy." Jiang Ping cursed him softly, as if it was a curse, but in fact she was full of pity in her tone.

"sister……"

Wu Xiaoqi wanted to continue asking questions, but Jiang Ping reached out to block his mouth, shook her head gently, and then pointed to the outside with her finger.

Wu Xiaoqi was not such an accidental person, but was confused by this sudden name. He was only thinking about clarifying the reason. If Sister Ping said it alone, he would not have such a reaction at all. The root of the problem is that Uncle Wu actually knew the name, and he also suddenly said the pseudonym that Sister Ping wanted to use, which made him feel incredible. Now seeing Sister Ping's warning, he suddenly woke up and patted the back of his head embarrassedly.

The two sat quietly at the dining table downstairs, listening to the noise of the traitors outside, until the sound of neatly cross-fed shoes and the ringtone of the traitor two-wheeled car disappeared from the vicinity.

Wu Xiaoqi lay on the door, trying to see what was going outside through the crack. He had to go home. Although Sister Ping recognized him as her younger brother, he knew that there was no place for him to sleep here. There was only one bedroom upstairs, which was Sister Ping's boudoir, so he naturally couldn't go there. The downstairs was regarded as a living room, and the dining room also had a kitchen function, so there was no place to sit. In addition, in one or two hours, he had to go to work. Although he had already had enough sleep during the day, he had to take a little rest.

Jiang Ping did not follow her to the door. She slowly went upstairs. No matter how cold the crack in the window was, it would remain. This was the alert she had been keeping as an underground worker for a long time. Looking out from the building, of course, her vision was much better. There was no need to open the window. As long as the person moved his position, he could see the surrounding area clearly. Jiang Ping did not deliberately observe the situation outside because she knew that the Japanese traitors would no longer pay attention to this area. Apart from herself, there would be no other person related to the shooting incident last night. It was not easy for her to pass this level, but heaven suddenly sent her a younger brother, and a very smart Uncle Wu, who had never been known to her, to help her pass it smoothly.

After taking a few makeup removal items from the dressing table, Jiang Ping walked downstairs again. Halfway down, she saw Wu Xiaoqi hesitating at the stairs, as if he was hesitating whether to go upstairs.

"Sister, I... go back first."

Seeing Jiang Ping go downstairs, Wu Xiaoqi's face turned red inexplicably, as if she was thinking of seeing Xiao Jiujiu, who was in Ping's boudoir, had been seen through.

"Wait for a moment, I have something to say to you."

Jiang Ping smiled slightly, walked past Wu Xiaoqi, took a basin and a facial towel on the water rack, fed some cold water, poured some hot water from the thermos, tried the temperature, put the facial towel in the water and wet it, and then applied it to your face.

Wu Xiaoqi stared at Jiang Ping busying herself, standing behind her without saying a word, waiting for what she wanted to say.

After applying a hot facial towel for about a minute or two, Jiang Ping took off the facial towel from her face, and then she reached out to tear something behind her earlobe.

Wu Xiaoqi was a little puzzled. He thought that Sister Ping was feeling uncomfortable behind her earlobes. She was about to ask for concern, but saw a scene that surprised him. Sister Ping actually tore off a thin layer of transparent skin from her face.

Jiang Ping put the skin into the washbasin, then picked up the bottle and can I just picked up the upstairs, squeezed out some milky white liquid, mixed it together, wiped it on her face, and applied it evenly before speaking to Wu Xiaoqi: "Xiaoqi, can you invite Uncle Wu here tomorrow at noon?"

"Please Uncle Wu?" Wu Xiaoqi asked, and he immediately realized that Sister Ping wanted to thank her for her previous help. After sitting in the meditation just now, Wu Xiaoqi had already woken up. He vaguely felt that Uncle Wu might not really know his name that suddenly came out. As for the word Wu Ping, he probably guessed it. As the village chief, he would of course know this kind girl in the village. Adding her surname to her name, it would not be difficult to get the name Wu Ping. What he should have seen at that time was just because all the thoughts were on the name Wu Fei. Xiaoqi had been called for more than ten years, and suddenly he had a big name, so it was normal to be uneasy.

"Isn't it easy to ask?" Jiang Ping's hands were dipped in some clear water and kept rubbing her face. The milky white liquid applied to her face was rubbed and a little foam appeared.

"Okay, I'll go after work." Wu Xiaoqi looked at Sister Ping rubbing her face in a flash. She grew so big, he had never seen such a particular thing in washing her face. As for the skin that was peeled off from her face, it aroused his great interest. Several times he wanted to see what the skin soaked in the basin looked like.

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you at home at noon." Sister Ping washed away the foam on her face with a facial towel. A very beautiful and familiar face appeared in front of Wu Xiaoqi. Perhaps because she had just washed it with hot water, her face was a little more rosy than usual, and she looked more beautiful and charming.

Wu Xiaoqi was stunned. He could not associate the beautiful face in front of him with the previous yellow face, just as he could not associate Sister Ping with the man in black, the Iron Blood Anti-Traitor Group, the Gun, and the death of Gong Da's head at the beginning.

He looked at Sister Ping in a daze, not because he had the intention of blaspheming her, but because he was thinking about the incredible side of the woman in front of him, and some abilities that he had never even heard of.

"Do you want to learn?" Jiang Ping saw his thoughts, grabbed the thin transparent skin from the water, gently shook off the water droplets on it, and asked out loud.

"Think." Wu Xiaoqi blurted out without thinking, but soon shook his head and sighed, "Forget it, it's useless for me to learn this."

Jiang Ping seemed to expect that he would answer like this. She was neither surprised nor asked why. She just carefully wiped the remaining water droplets on the peel with a wrung-out mask and placed them at the bottom of a box.

After doing this, she raised her head, looked at Wu Xiaoqi, and asked softly: "Xiaoqi, do you like the name Wu Fei?"

Jiang Ping is a sentimental person. The reason why she refused to recognize Wu Xiaoqi's younger brother was really worried that she would harm him because of herself. The calmness and perseverance that Wu Xiaoqi showed, which was completely inconsistent with his identity, made her let go of many concerns. The name Wu Fei was not so much because of her determination to recognize her brother, but rather because of her hope and longing for this young man who gave her many surprises.
Chapter completed!