Han Lang has hardly done anything like handling corpses, but it does not mean that he cannot do it.

Just after lunch break, he returned to Ruisheng Group and came to the president's office.

Wu Qinglian was waiting for him. When she saw him walking into the office, she immediately asked, "Have you handled it?"

"You, what you want to ask, should be this." Han Lang curled his lips, took out a pen and threw it on the desk in front of Wu Qinglian.

It was the pen that Wu Qinglian used to pierce Ke Shao’s heart!

Wu Qinglian's expression was slightly relaxed and nodded, "I have eliminated all the videos and evidences that Mr. Ke has been here, but I suddenly remembered this pen... The troops where the Ke family is located are death soldiers in the southern border. As long as they are willing, any clues may make them find out the truth."

Han Lang smiled when he heard this, and suddenly took out a cell phone from his pocket and put it in front of Wu Qinglian: "This is his cell phone, you shouldn't want the things inside to spread."

cell phone……

After suddenly seeing Mr. Ke's cell phone, a blush appeared on Wu Qinglian's delicate cheeks.

She lowered her head and whispered: "You...have you watched the video inside?"

Han Lang shook his head: "No."

Wu Qinglian breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, she had an inexplicable trust in Han Lang's words, as if this man in camouflage uniform never knew, or was disdainful to lie.

All the videos recorded in Ke Shao’s mobile phones are very popular and eye-catching between him, Wu Qinglian and other women. Although this matter is a bit insignificant than killing Ke Shao, Wu Qinglian is still very grateful to Han Lang for his carefulness.

After a moment of silence, Wu Qinglian picked up a bank card and an invitation from the side and placed it in front of Han Lang.

"According to the agreement, there are five million in this card. In addition, this is an invitation to the Qingluan Club's cocktail party three days later. This cocktail party is mainly military personnel, and many people in the political and business circles will attend. In order to make it more convenient for you to communicate with others, you can use the name of shareholders of Ruisheng Group." Wu Qinglian said.

Han Lang did not look at the bank card, but picked up the invitation and opened it to look at it, saying, "Mask reception? Mr. Han Lang and... Mr. Han Lang?"

"What? Is it a surprise? This is a private mask reception, and it is agreed to bring your partner to attend." Wu Qinglian raised her delicate cheeks and smiled: "I know you have a wife, and I also know that your wife is not allowed to be on the table at all. So, I can attend this reception with you."

"You?" Han Lang raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Wu Qinglian.

Wu Qinglian supported her chin and her eyes fluttered: "What? Am I not beautiful? And if I am present, you will be more likely to meet military figures. I heard that this time I specially invited senior officials from the Southern Military to participate! With my identity and status, it will bring you great help..."

Speaking of this, Wu Qinglian suddenly changed her words and said, "Of course, I admit that I also want to use you as a shield to drive away those flies who want to harass me. I think you should be very good at this."

"But don't think too much, I'm just helping you. This is just a private cocktail party, everyone is wearing a mask. There will be no reporters, and the situation inside will not be spread. All those who attend the cocktail party know that the so-called titles of wife and gentlemen are not counted, and the song ends and everyone goes their separate ways."

After Wu Qinglian said that, she leaned back on the boss's chair and looked at Han Lang with her delicate chin raised.

She felt that Han Lang had no reason to reject her, which was something countless men dreamed of.

Unexpectedly, after hearing Wu Qinglian's words, Han Lang slowly shook his head: "My wife, no one needs to replace her."

"What did you say?" Wu Qinglian was stunned and blurted out: "Han Lang! Don't pretend anymore! Do you think I have never investigated you? Your wife is Lu Yan. She used to be a stock picker in a small supermarket named Wanfu. She was a perfect match..."

"What's the matter?" A cold chill suddenly appeared in Han Lang's eyes!

Under Han Lang's gaze, Wu Qinglian's heart couldn't help but twitch, and the hairs on her body stood up in fear! What she wanted to say just now was swallowed back into her stomach!

Han Lang picked up the invitation and put it in his pocket, and said lightly: "I don't want to hear you say offending my wife again, because at least now, I haven't thought about killing you."

After saying that, Han Lang stopped talking and turned around and walked out the door.

Until Han Lang left, Wu Qinglian was still in fear. Han Lang's eyes just now were really terrible!

She looked at the bank card with five million yuan on the table, then looked up and looked deeply at the direction of Han Lang's departure, murmured: "Han Lang, who are you? How could you have such a terrifying look? But no matter who you are, I will never allow you to escape from my control! It is your glory to be able to accompany you to the cocktail party! Since you are ungrateful, just wait for your ugly and vulgar wife to embarrass you at the cocktail party!"

After saying that, Wu Qinglian pressed the phone button beside her and said coldly: "Give me another invitation to the masked cocktail party in three days. You don't need to fill in the name on it... I'll fill it out myself."

...

At dusk, the sunset fell in the narrow kitchen, covering everything with a layer of hazy texture. The exquisite dishes are mouth-watering, and the graceful and perfect figure is even more refreshing.

This is what Han Lang saw after returning to his home in Wutong Community. Lu Yan was preparing dinner. It was obvious that she was very serious and happy.

Han Lang gently hugged Lu Yan from behind and chuckled: "This feeling is so good."

Even in the hot kitchen, Lu Yan was wearing a mask, but she could see that she was smiling and laughed happily: "The book says that being able to wash hands and make soup for others is the greatest happiness of women. I used to be disdainful, but now I realize that this is true... The food will be ready soon, so go and have a rest."

Han Lang looked at the hearty dishes on the dining table and smiled and said, "Are you all these made?"

"What? Don't you believe it?... People always need to make progress..." Lu Yan seemed a little guilty, and her eyes dodged in her unbright eyes.

Han Lang smiled lightly, his eyes already glimpsed the many burnt ingredients in the trash can and the more obvious takeaway lunch box... But he didn't say anything, but gently kissed Lu Yan's temples and said lightly: "I believe, I know that my woman is the best."

"Oh, don't be irritated! Go and wash your hands and clean the table!"

It seemed that because of guilt, Lu Yan pushed Han Lang out of the kitchen without hesitation. The moment she closed the kitchen door, Han Lang saw the smug smile in her eyes.

Soon, the hot meal was served on the dining table, and Lu Yan regained her pride: "Try your wife's skills quickly, this is my whole afternoon of hard work!"

Han Lang picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth, and slowly chewed it.

Lu Yan widened her eyes and asked nervously: "How is it? Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious!" Han Lang nodded.

"Really? That's great!"

"Yeah! But..."

"But what? Oh, please tell me! I'll ask them to...ahem! I mean, I'll pay attention next time!"

"However, if this dish is eaten immediately after it is ready, it should taste better."
Chapter completed!