Red Leaf City.

somewhere.

Han Feng arrived quietly.

Considering the danger level of that woman, he didn't dare to delay until tomorrow and rushed to Hongye City overnight.

Um...

Wang Xiaomei...

Han Feng pondered for a moment and decided to look for Rongrong first.

then.

Han Feng opened a tracking software on his phone.

Since the last time there was an accident in Hongye City, Han Feng has installed a special tracking for Han Rongrong, and he glanced at her from time to time, full of her brother's care.

“Huh?”

Han Feng paused.

This location doesn't look like a school dormitory...

strangeness.

Han Feng became alert, could that woman bet on Rongrong?

brush!

Han Feng's mind jumped and quickly rushed to the location where the navigation was located. It was a private house with surveillance monitors around him. Han Feng used the power of sand and dust to condense half of the mask.

call out!

Figures shuttle.

He quickly rushed to a room.

Follow the navigation instructions, my sister should be inside.

Um……

Divine Thought Sand Table!

Buzz

The power of divine thoughts flashed and was disturbed.

Han Feng's face became solemn. The other party knew how to interfere, and his strength was not inferior to himself. From this point of view, that girl Rongrong...

call.

He took a deep breath and carefully turned in. The room was silent, with only a slight cry from the head of the bed, and he approached carefully.

near.

boom!

A light and shadow suddenly came.

There is indeed an enemy!

Han Feng's face changed slightly. Just as he was about to take action, he heard a familiar voice, "Damn the flower-picking thief, how dare he touch my bed!"

Why?

Miss Zhao???

Depend on!

Han Feng turned his head, sure enough, at this time, my sister was wearing pajamas and watching the fun in the distance...

oh……

I understand.

Miss Zhao was worried about her sister, so she lived with her again...

brush!

Han Feng turned around and ran away.

Miss Zhao chased after her a few steps, looked at Han Rongrong, and stopped again, "Rurong, come here, get closer to me."

"Yeah."

Han Rongrong blinked her big eyes, full of curiosity and...

eccentric.

Um……

first.

She is already a mature sister, and she has learned to reason and think by herself.

Secondly, based on her rare life experience, the only two attacks of flower picking thieves came from the same person, so this time...

She looked at the figure that was leaving, her eyes flashing.

for a long time.

Law enforcement officers arrived.

At this time, Han Feng had already left.

He felt relieved when his sister was with Miss Zhao. However, it was a pity that he received a message from his sister as soon as he left, "Brother, why did you climb Teacher Zhao's bed again?"

Han Feng: →_→

Nonsense!

Can that be called climbing the bedside?!

"Do you like Teacher Zhao? If you want to like it, I will tell you when Teacher Zhao likes to take a shower."

Han Rongrong asked.

"What time is it……"

Han Feng replied subconsciously, and then realized something was wrong, "Speaking! Are you that kind of person, your brother?! I mainly went to see you!"

Han Rongrong:???

"Don't leave Teacher Zhao these two days."

Han Feng instructed.

"What happened again?"

Han Rongrong remembered the big bad guy last time.

"Um……"

Han Feng nodded slightly, "I'll tell you after my brother finishes it."

"OK."

Han Rongrong said obediently.

call

Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

fine.

My sister is a quirky person who is usually well-behaved and obedient at critical moments and can distinguish priorities. At this time, if someone is a mess...

Han Feng had to tie up first.

My sister has done it.

Based on Luan'er's positioning, Han Feng found a hotel near the school to stay in first.

It's midnight...

It would be fine if Miss Zhao’s head of the bed, but if she was found climbing to Wang Xiaomei’s head of the bed at this time, it would be outrageous...

then.

He fell asleep quietly in the hotel.

...

The next day.

early morning.

What Han Feng did not expect was that it was Miss Zhao who came to call him bed.

"Han Feng~ Get up!"

Miss Zhao's glutinous voice accompanied the uprising.
To be continued...