Knight of the Light

When it was discovered that Zhou Qingfeng was really living in her own home, Michelle suddenly realized that she was not very disgusted in her subconscious mind. After the other party used the bathroom, he said ‘good night’ and moved to the study without any cross-border moves.

Except for more water stains in the spacious bathroom, there is nothing unusual. Michelle's personal toiletries did not move at all, and the smell remained fresh. The other party seemed to just take a cold shower.

It was Michelle's turn to take a shower.

She prepared a short-barreled shotgun, a light assault rifle, two pistols and a pile of ammunition, and stared at the closed bathroom door.

"If he dares to come in. No..., if he dares to knock on the door, I will kill him with one shot."

There was also a walkie-talkie next to the bathtub, and the apartment’s housekeeper said: "Miss, we are ready. As long as there is any abnormality on the second floor, we will immediately rush up with guns. The police will also arrive within five minutes, absolutely guaranteeing safety."

A picture emerged in Michelle's mind—five or six heavily armed servants squeezed down the first floor of her duplex apartment, staring wide-eyed and pricked up ears, ready to rescue herself at any time.

It sounds a bit exaggerated, but it is a very complete solution.

Michelle held her gun and waited for half an hour without any movement. The butler on the first floor would ask every three minutes, "Miss, how are you?"

"Don't ask, I didn't undress at all. The kid didn't knock on the door either. You...go to sleep first." Michelle shouted into the walkie-talkie, thinking to herself: "That **** should Wouldn't you really ignore me?"

Xiao Yang Niu never lacks suitors, and the men and women who have confessed to her can play a few football games together. She never exposed her identity when she was in college, and she attracted a lot of admirers to stick behind her like a stalker.

Since becoming an adult at the age of eighteen, there have been countless people who want to become ministers under Michelle's skirt. But no one can compare with Zhou Qingfeng.

Money, power, fame, and style of conduct, there is no second person in the world.

After staying in the bathroom for an hour, Michelle came to a conclusion out of her wild thoughts-as Zhou Qingfeng's status, she didn't seem to be an unattainable celebrity.

"With that bastard's wealth alone, it is no problem to find a member of the European royal family to marry. He can really ignore my feelings and do whatever he wants."

The little foreign girl has to admit that she is an upstart for nearly two decades. Not to mention the historical heritage, just in New York, so-called ladies of the same status can find nearly three digits.

After two hours of guarding, Michelle's gun hand was already sour.

The day was almost bright, and the impatient little foreign girl walked out of the bathroom angrily to smash the study door. After the door opened, she scolded Zhou Qingfeng, who was getting up in her pajamas, "Asshole, can you really sleep?"

The butler and servants downstairs were still on standby. Hearing the movement, they quickly rushed up with a gun, only to see Michelle blocking the entrance of the study to ask for crimes. They finally saw what the uninvited guest captain looked like, and they were stunned.

Zhou Qingfeng looked at the shocked faces of the butler and the others, and said teasingly: "Miss, what are you looking forward to?"

Michelle's complexion flushed instantly, she turned around, and shouted at the housekeeper and others seriously: "This man is a most dangerous wanted criminal, but he is considering cooperating with the United States in exchange for lifting the sanctions.

I am on a mission to supervise him. Any information about this person is a state secret, and anyone who leaks it will be punished as treason. This is the truth. do you understand? "

Those who can be arranged to serve Michelle are carefully selected by Old George, and the first requirement is loyalty and strictness. These people may not be afraid of Michelle, but they are absolutely afraid of Old George.

The housekeeper worried all night, but at the moment he was relieved. Michelle's information was left at random, and he naturally knew this young man who was increasingly influential.

When the housekeeper took the people away, Michelle pretended to be okay again, waved and said, "I'm just to make sure you are still there? It's okay now, go to sleep."

When she returned to the bedroom and closed the door, the little foreign girl threw herself on the mattress and beat her, scolding herself: "Michelle, are you confused? Why are you so awkward? Are you usually calm? This is really stupid. Up."

After beating for a long time, Michelle went to sleep in her clothes. She didn't bother to worry about Zhou Qingfeng's courage? What is the purpose? Anyway, when the housekeeper knows, the parents know, and everything will be arranged.

Wait until the next day to get up, it is almost noon. The maid's knock on the door woke Michelle up, and by the way, told the old George and his wife that they had arrived.

The little foreign girl got up in a daze, squeezed her forehead to recall the chaos that happened last night. She sighed and asked, "Where is that bastard?"

"Mr. Zhou is playing chess with your father. Your mother is in the kitchen, making lunch herself." The maid said.

The parents' arrival was expected. But letting old George accompany him to play chess, and let Mrs. George cook in person, this is already VIP treatment.

Although Mrs. George's "cooking herself" is standing in the kitchen arranging menus and directing the maid to work, but this is already commendable.

"Tell my father, I'll be down in half an hour." Michelle was wearing slippers and kicked into the bathroom. When she soaked in the bathtub, she suddenly sat up, but after a while she slowly leaned down.

"I actually used the same bathtub as that bastard. It's really..." The little foreign girl wanted to say'disgusting', but she couldn't raise her energy. "Forget it, it should be said that the **** was lucky enough to use my bathtub. This makes it more comfortable."

Bathing, dressing, makeup. Said it was half an hour, but in fact almost two hours passed.

Coming down from the second floor of the duplex, Michelle heard annoyed complaints from her father in the living room. "Young man, your chess style is very fierce."

Zhou Qingfeng, who was playing chess, successively took several pieces of old George, and sighed: "Mr. George, who are you who usually play chess with?"

Old George mumbled immediately, "Young man, you seem to be mocking me?"

"Playing chess with you really requires skill. A novice like me can't handle it at all." Zhou Qingfeng shook his head painfully, "Let me go, this chess win is not challenging, and I feel a sense of accomplishment. No."

"No, let me win it anyway." Old George looked at the game as if he had lost again, "One more game, another one."

Michelle walked around the living room and into the kitchen. Her mother leaned over and whispered: "This is the kid you have been trying to arrest but can't catch?"

"Yeah." Michelle looked back at Zhou Qingfeng's profile. "I didn't expect him to come to the door. I still couldn't arrest him."

The old lady smiled, "Very bold boy, he actually dared to come to you. When your father learned that it was him, he repeatedly asked for confirmation."

Michelle lowered her voice even more, "Mom, what should we do?"

The old lady looked up and shrugged slightly and said: "This is indeed a problem. A dangerous person who has been recorded by the federal government appeared in the house of a congressman. This is a scandal."

"So...?" Michelle continued to ask.

The old lady spread her hands, "So we didn't see anything. The federal detectives guarding outside the apartment were still on standby, and the FBI agents found no abnormalities. At least for now."