The modern me and the Republic of China her

Chapter 290

Moonlight shines through the window.

It was cold in the room.Xiaomei huddled under the quilt with bare feet, facing the wall, not moving her body, pretending to be asleep.

However, when I close my eyes, I think of Wen Xuan, and I can't get rid of his shadow, as if it's stuck in my mind.

"I'm going to work there this afternoon, maybe I can see him soon!"

This thought brought Xiaomei a lot of warm comfort, and her feet no longer felt cold.

After another half an hour, there was still no movement outside the door.

She was much more courageous, and she turned over on the bed, with her back against the wall, so that her eyes could always see the situation at the door.

"A few of them should have escaped successfully."

"Why don't I go to the duty room now and fill in the off-duty time. It's not far anyway."

Just half sat up, took the nurse uniform and was about to put it on, when there was a sudden knock on the door:
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The knock didn't matter, the nurses in the room, whether they were in deep sleep, light sleep, pretending to sleep or waking up, all got up in shock.

The head nurse didn't want to bring Qin Feng here because she was afraid that the girls sleeping inside would be frightened and affect her work after dawn.

Unable to withstand his threats and persuasion, he simply took the risk of offending the large army and led the way.

"Sir, I'll come to see the door. You wait in the office. I will bring her to see you when I open the door."

Qin Feng naturally refused.He turned his face and glanced into the window, urging:

"Right now, knock on the door louder, the bigger the better!"

Before he finished speaking, his feet had already firmly stood at the door.

The head nurse wiped off her cold sweat, knowing that there was no room for negotiation, so she had no choice but to knock on the door forcefully.

Xiaomei's bed was closest to the door, and she was half sitting up, thinking that it would be useless to pretend to be asleep, it would be better to open the door.

She stretched out her feet, put on her cold and wet shoes and no socks, and straightened her clothes as she walked.

She twisted the door lock and turned it lightly, and saw the trembling head nurse and a strange young man standing outside the door.

The facial features of this person are familiar, but Xiaomei can't remember where she saw it for a while, so she can only pretend to be nonchalant, and turn around to go back to fold the quilt.

Unexpectedly, the man shouted from behind:

"Dong Xiaomei, come out!"

Xiaomei's footsteps stopped.

"Come out, come out, whoever is afraid of whom."

She muttered something in her heart, lowered her head and walked back, avoiding eye contact with anyone, trying not to show her inner emotions.

Seeing her coming out, Qin Feng raised his hand to close the door, and told the head nurse in a low voice:
"You let them sleep on."

"No one is allowed to go out and talk about this matter, otherwise they will all be locked up."

When Xiaomei heard what he said, she guessed some clues: some clues must have been discovered, otherwise she would not have come to arrest her for interrogation soon.

In her bones, she looked down on this group of policemen who came in and out of the hospital and usually found nothing, and secretly laughed at them as "rice buckets".

It's just that I didn't expect that tonight was an exception: there was still a sober person among a group of idiots, and they just bumped into each other, so I could only admit that I was unlucky.

Follow Qin Feng all the way, he and she always keep a horizontal direction, now it is difficult to run.

Xiaomei sighed in her heart along the way, feeling very helpless.

After all, she didn't have any experience in dealing with such situations.

Every step the two of them took seemed like a year to her.

Sometimes she wanted to stop, but she didn't dare to stop, as soon as she stopped, the man next to her would also stop.

At first, she was still wondering if it was possible to escape, looking around.

Inadvertently, he saw the pistol protruding from his waist intentionally or unintentionally.The black muzzle seems to be warning: Be more honest!My heart couldn't help tightening, and I immediately dismissed the idea.

The two of them walked awkwardly for a while, when Qin Feng suddenly stopped and pointed to the room used for interrogation at night: "Go in, hurry up!"

Emboldened by courage, Xiaomei glared at him fiercely while he was not paying attention, and entered the room with her head down.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the cold wind was blowing in from the window. She was wearing wet shoes on bare feet, and she couldn't help shivering from the cold.

Qin Feng still didn't turn on the light.Followed behind her, "Find a chair and sit down by yourself, I'm going to ask a question."

Xiaomei found a place with less wind, moved the chair there, and resisted the urge to hit him on the head with the chair while moving.

She sat down, deliberately picked a hairpin from her head and played with it in her hand, avoiding his gaze.

Unexpectedly, before the hairpin was warm in the palm of his hand, Qin Feng hastily said:

"What is that thing in your hand?"

Xiaomei rolled his eyes at him and snorted, "I want you to take care of it!"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she felt a little regretful. If he really got annoyed, it would not be impossible for him to kill her with a gun.
Unexpectedly, the other party was speechless for a while, and just stared blankly at the hairpin in her hand.

Xiaomei is most annoyed by men looking at her like this, no matter what it is.Because she is too beautiful, she is often stared at by different men with relish, which is miserable.

She became more angry, replacing fear.

"Is this man the same as those lechers?"

Qin Feng looked at her for a while, then asked softly, "Can you show me your hairpin?"

Xiaomei gave him a disgusted look, reluctantly: "No."

This hairpin has special meaning to her, so she refused without thinking.

Qin Feng suddenly stretched out his hand to snatch it, the movement was so fast that he couldn't see clearly.

Xiaomei's palm was empty, and he pinched the hairpin between his fingers and looked at it carefully.

"You! Pay me back!"

Qin Feng put the hairpin into his palm and held it tightly.

"Did you buy this hair clip yourself, or did someone give it to you?"

"If you want to get out of this door alive, don't try to deceive me."

Xiaomei looked at him in bewilderment, her lips pursed slightly.

This hair clip is made of silver and decorated with red coral.

A few months ago, Lin Yitang was hospitalized, and Lin Mi came to visit him in the hospital, wearing the same hairpin as this one.

Xiaomei also likes this kind of hairpin, but she is too embarrassed to ask.

Every time she followed Zhang Wenxuan to make house rounds, once her eyes touched the hairpin on Lin Mi's head, she couldn't move her eyes away.

Although she visited almost all the jewelry stores in the city after get off work, she could never buy the same one again.

Zhang Wenxuan is a careful person, and unintentionally noticed the ward rounds.

One night, he asked Lin Yitang where Lin Mi's hairpin came from.

It was not easy to ask directly in Yitang, so I passed it on to Mrs. Lin.

Finally, when I asked, Zhang Wenxuan happened to pass by that seemingly inconspicuous jewelry store on his way home from get off work, and found this treasure.

The store specially told him: "This kind of hairpin is purely handmade, and there are less than ten pieces in total."

At that time, there was no concept of limited edition, so Wenxuan bought it back and put it in Xiaomei's drawer.

As his assistant, she has always worked hard without complaint. As long as it is a major operation, she will definitely fight side by side with him every step of the way, no matter how hard or tired she is, she will not make a sound.

Zhang Wenxuan has always wanted to find a chance to thank her, but because he didn't know her preferences, it was not convenient for him to ask.

Xiaomei was very happy when she saw the hairpin, smiling like a child.

(End of this chapter)