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"Who are you?"

"Do you want to meddle in other people's business?"

Several people turned around and looked at the Matsuda Holy Son who was walking over, a royal blue marten coat, a milky white auspicious cloud flowing silk cheongsam, a crescent-shaped diamond earrings, and the crystal marks on their chests were as plump and translucent as lovers' tears.

This outfit alone can’t get enough money for thousands of dollars, and it’s a little bitch from a rich family.

This is what the noble ladies think in their minds. Their attitude is quite harmonious and there is no arrogance and prejudice against the woman.

"You don't have to worry about who I am. You make a big fuss in such an elegant place, like a shrew cursing on the street, seriously affecting my mood. Do you also want to drive you out?"

Matsuda Seiko came to the woman while speaking and gave her a comforting look.

"you..."

The noble lady pointed at her with a trembling finger, but she didn't say it for a while.

"Do you know who I am? Do you want to be in Shanghai when you talk to me like this?"

"Oh,"

"Who are you?"

"Have Shanghai Beach become your family?"

The Holy Son also came through the storm, how could he be afraid of a few women?

"Hmph, it's too unreasonable!"

"This is the wife of the mayor of Shanghai. If you are smart, you will apologize quickly!"

The woman next to her quickly introduced her identity. The general person designated this identity to retreat, but many people were not within the scope.

Fan Taozhi is indeed Fu Chang'an's wife. She is well maintained. People who are almost sixty look in their forties.

As her identity was exposed, her neck was raised a lot, as if she was the most beautiful star, and you were going to circle around me.

"Puchi..."

“Hahaha…”

Matsuda Holyko covered her mouth and chuckled: "My traitor's wife! She's so amazing. She's so scary that I'm so scared."

The Holy Son was exaggerated and stroked his chest and made a look of fear, looking full of contempt.

The woman next to her looked at the Holy Son who showed up for her, and she didn't say anything, so she must have a good impression.

Looking at the sarcastic look of the Holy Son, he felt very amused, but he didn't speak.

"Little Fairy! What are you talking about??" This traitorous wife was so ugly. She was like taking off her gorgeous coat from public, making her look ugly and revealing her true form.

"Why isn't it?"

"Japan Empire is just a dog, and you dare to show off your power and get out quickly!"

"You...you are Japanese!?"

The Holy Son's words clearly exposed his identity, which was also intentional, otherwise it would be difficult to get close to Asami Nakaoka.

"Hmph, you don't deserve to know!"

"Get out."

Several women were humiliated in public, but they still had to smile. Even the poor Japanese were not something they could provoke, let alone the sage of the Holy Son must be a high-ranking official wife.

"Yes, yes, yes... let's leave now." After saying that, the few people turned around and left, not daring to stay for a long time.

"It's all right."

Matsuda Shengzi gave the woman a smile and turned around and wanted to leave, but she stopped her.

"Miss is Japanese?"

Having a natural sense of intimacy with fellow countrymen, it may be useful to get to know each other.

That's right, this woman is Fujiwara Mami. Since she stays in Shanghai for the time being, then wait step by step for a while.

Everyone has a love for beauty.

As an international metropolis, Shanghai's prosperity is vastly different from that of the loess high slopes.

In fact, her outfit today is the most consistent image without revealing her identity. This also has something to do with her long-term living in a barren land. Her vision is indeed a bit out of date and has nothing to do with fashion trends.

Cheongsam is also her favorite dress. When she was a child, she dreamed of having a gorgeous coat and was the most beautiful bride when she was married.

However, when you grow up, all this is a luxury.

"kindness."

"Chinese culture is profound and profound, and the various craftsmanship of cheongsam alone have advantages."

"While loving beauty, it is better to absorb some good things. The lady is also a person who loves beauty. I believe she has profound insights into cheongsam culture. Can you explain it to me?"

The Holy Son didn't know her identity, so he deliberately found a topic and explored it.

"hehe..."

"Although I am a Chinese, I have only a little understanding of many domestic cultures, so I can only give a brief explanation of my personal views."

“…”

The two of them are talking about each other.

Time is coming to five o'clock.

The fire clouds in the west began to retreat, and the two of them were going home on their own.

After nearly an hour of communication, Matsuda Shengko felt strange about this woman named Vine.

It has a strong political color, and inadvertent communication, she will reveal her usual living environment.

An ordinary woman can unconsciously express her views on the current situation while deliberately hiding.

This may be a habit,

It is the most natural expression for a long time to stay at a high position.

Anyway,

This woman is not the National Party! It is the Communist Party. The top leaders of the National Party should not have women dressed like this, so the traces of the Communist Party are very obvious.

I guess Mami Fujiwara never expected that the woman opposite had guessed her identity almost exactly.

"Madam is very happy to know you. I'm going home. Let's talk about you next time I meet you."

"good."

Looking at Matsuda Seiko who had gotten in the car and left, Fujiwara Mami stood at the door and looked at her, unconsciously calculating some things in her mind.

"Follow up and see where she lives? What is her identity?"

"Hi."

She felt that this empire woman was not an ordinary woman. She deliberately avoided many things in her words, but she also understood a lot. She felt very smart and a little clever.

Matsuda Holyko would never have thought that she would meet her senior, experienced imperial agent.

She did not attract her attention and was not in love with the tail behind her.

I parked the car and hummed a little song into Yan Mansion. The eyes behind me looked at all these and waited for a moment to turn around and leave.

Yan Mansion.

Two men were wearing aprons, covered in white faces, and clumsyly wrapped dumplings.

"William, do you make dumplings or buns?" A fat man rolled far and wide on the chopping board, showing his beauty in four ways.

"Hahaha..."

"Eat it alive, it's good to not reveal the filling."

The two men live at home, and the scene is still a bit inexplicably harmonious and beautiful.

"hehe."

"What are you two doing!"

"kindness."

"The Chinese have the habit of eating dumplings. Today is the fifteenth day. I will make some dumplings to worship the gods. I hope the mountains and rivers are safe."

Neither of them are Chinese without personal feelings, nor do they say anything that is poured on cold water.

"How are you?"

"It's okay, it's natural to spend money and enjoy it. I have customized several sets of cheongsams and will be picked up at 10 o'clock tomorrow. The reason is that I have found it. It's hard to say whether I can talk to her."

"Even if you talk, it is not so easy to get these secret information. As a general's wife, how could she be so careless?"

Matsuda Senko said it well. What a general's wife said on any occasion, this is a compulsory course. It is impossible to reveal her voice to a woman she had just met for a while.

Yan Wenchuan has no good idea, so he can't kidnap directly. Although the method is clumsy, you can still try it.
To be continued...