Eight Hundred and Sixty-Five Do Not Want to Go Back

The black shadow moved, as if a person came out of the shadow, wearing a black special police uniform, a black peaked cap on his head, and a black sports backpack on his back. He saluted the person on the bed. He gave a military salute, his voice was flat, with hints of respect,

"Mr. Chen, my name is Mu Feng, and I have been ordered to pick you up. ◢Щщш.sUimEnG.lā"

"Where are you going?"

Chen Chaogong, who was sitting on the bed, stretched out his hand, grabbed the cotton coat on the bedside table and put it on. He looked keenly at the young man standing by the window. This young man was only in his twenties. His aura is comparable to that of Zhan Lian.

"Mr. Zhaoxi sent me to pick you up to the Golden Gate Base." Mu Feng replied concisely, as if he didn't want to say a word of unnecessary words.

So Chen Chaogong smiled and asked: "Now you are finally willing to take me back? Is his seat secure?"

In silence, Mu Feng pursed his lips and looked at Chen Chaogong with piercing eyes. He was only responsible for carrying out the orders. As for the inside story of the Chen family, it had nothing to do with Mu Feng.

"Go back and tell Chen Chaoxi that I'm fine here and I don't want to go back."

Seeing that Mu Feng didn't intend to answer, Chen Chaogong took off his clothes again, and shrank back into the warm bed. Before going to bed, he forgot to add firewood, so the room was a bit cold, and he didn't want to lift the blanket right now. , ran to the side of the wood-fired power boiler, so let's just do it.

When sleepiness gradually swept over, Chen Chaogong tilted his head and saw that Mu Feng was still standing by the window, so he yawned, pointed to the firewood power boiler in the middle of the room, and said to Mu Feng:

"If you don't go, please help me add some firewood, I'll sleep first."

The one named Mu Feng moved now. With a huge sports bag on his back and heavy black military boots, he walked to the side of the firewood power boiler, squatted on one knee, opened the small door of the boiler, and threw a few sticks into it. Dry firewood.

Then, Mu Feng frowned and turned back, looking at Chen Chaogong on the bed. This Mr. Chen was already asleep, breathing evenly, his heart rising and falling normally, but he was big-hearted, not at all like the legendary one in the political arena. An astonishing figure.

One night passed in the sound of sporadic gunfire. The next morning, the snow stopped for a while, and the noise of life sounded. A child carried a schoolbag and stepped out of the snow with a bag in his hand. Sweet potatoes for breakfast, I went to school with sleepy eyes.

Dreamless Chen Chaogong,

Slowly opened his eyes, turned around, and saw Mu Feng sitting in the twilight of the morning, he frowned, sat up, stretched his waist, and asked:

"Why haven't you left yet?"

"Are you awake? You can pack your things and follow me."

Mu Feng crossed his arms, got up from the chair with the sports bag still on his back, as if ready to leave at any time.

Chen Chaogong, who lifted the quilt and got out of bed, was barefoot, and was sweeping slippers under the bed. A pair of slippers hand-crocheted with wool was swept out by his feet, and Chen Chaogong lazily put his bare feet into the slippers Li, stretched out his hand, picked his belly in the thermal underwear, and slowly walked into his bathroom.

Mu Feng remained silent, still folded his arms, and looked at Chen Chaogong's busy figure in the bathroom with a firm face, with a hint of patience faintly shining in his black lacquered eyes.

He was only responsible for bringing back Chen Chaogong, and Mu Feng had nothing to do with anything else, including the current speculation of the Golden Gate base whether Chen Chaogong had betrayed the Golden Gate base.