Looking at the two iron doors that opened and closed at the door, Tang Ning gently stroked his cheeks, and the soft touch was still there. The fragrance remained. The beauty was misty.

Tang Ning didn't know what attitude to treat this Japanese woman. He had to admit in private that he liked this Junko a little bit, and a beautiful woman had no borders. He liked it even a man. Not to mention that Junko Kasahara had many shining points that attracted him and men.

If Feifei hadn't been in front, would he really let this Japanese woman be his girlfriend?

Tang Ning couldn't give an accurate answer, and he should reject her rationally or emotionally, but he couldn't force himself down. It was probably a common problem for men, and he wanted to pull beautiful things into his home. Power and strength are like this, and beautiful women are like this.

Is it fickle? Probably not? Just appreciate it.

Forget it, I don’t have time to miss her now. Besides, having such a beautiful girl is also a very fulfilling thing to think about. In the future... Well, let it go. You may not have to be together, but you need this kind of adjustment product in life. But Feifei’s vinegar jar has a high sourness. If she knew what I think now, she would probably want to strangle me to death? Haha...

Feifei, where are you? I miss you so much.

A hand suddenly appeared in front of him, shaking around. Zhou Yu's joking voice sounded in his ears.

"Hi, everyone is gone, are you still reluctant to leave?"

"Why didn't you kiss her just now? She won't leave after kissing her a few times." Jiang Tao was really disappointed, and a good scene ended like this.

Tang Ning looked around and looked at Zhou Yu and Jiang Tao who appeared beside him like a ghost.

"If I kiss her, would I have to stand naked on the street and hold a telephone pole and sing to conquer?"

"...Damn it, why do you have such a good memory?"

"It's not that I have a good memory. It's here." Tang Ning's hands overlapped with his hands and stroked his heart. "The place is too small and the capacity is limited, and it can only accommodate a person."

"Hmph, Mr. Tang. I think that Japanese woman is not a good person. Your heart will be torn apart one day by her. If you don't believe it, let's take a look."

"Yeah, yeah." Jiang Tao looked fierce and stared at Tang Ning fiercely, "Just wait to stand on the street with bare ass and sing to conquer! Hum..."

"Tsk, let her waves rush, my heart is as rock."

......

The fat white man rushed back to the Phu Quoc Hotel and returned to his office that looked like a warehouse. Someone had cleaned it in advance. The holes on the wall were renovated as new. The chair was still the same, and the quality was quite good. He kicked it at that time, but it didn't fall apart. The black cowhide wrapped outside had some broken marks.

Li Tang and Bai Jie were sent to the room downstairs to rest by him. The matter here has been temporarily resolved. They all have their own tasks and cannot stay in the capital for a long time. In the evening, we can't host everyone for a meal, so we should set off and return to our original unit. As for the seven little guys, they will not leave for the time being. They will follow the Secret Service staff for a while, and then turn back to the Eagle's Nest to attend the graduation ceremony. The organizational arrangements for the way out are on the one hand, and on the other hand, they can also choose by themselves. But over the years, the students who graduated from the Eagle's Nest entered the Secret Service with the least number of students. Lin Muxiang, in the last class, was forced to be dragged into the Secret Service by her uncle. The girl reported that the graduation destination was Unit 601. She was with Sister Bai, whom she admired the most.

"Damn it, where is the 601 unit? Isn't it just that the army's tiger skin was pulled..." The fat white man leaned on the chair, closed his eyes, and rubbed his eyebrows. After thinking for a while, the little guys immediately turned to the old man of immortality.

"This old killer actually shouted to ask Fat Master to guard the border. He has something to do with the Secret Service and can affect the decision-making of the upper level. But why have you never heard of it before? Could it be that the Secret Service has any secrets that Fat Master I don't know? It shouldn't be, Fat Master I have been in the Secret Service for more than 20 years, and there is something I don't know? Let's talk nonsense..."

The emergency phone rings, which is the red phone on the table, and it is also the internal phone. Only a limited number knows. Every time, as long as the phone rings, something will happen, and it will be a big deal.

The fat white man looked shocked and did not dare to neglect. He quickly grabbed the call and answered.

"Hey, I'm a fat white guy."

"Fatty, fat man, others call you fat man, you call yourself fat man, don't you have a name?" Listening to the familiar female voice with rounded voices on the phone and the questioning tone.

The white fat man's sophisticated little eyes were instantly filled with a boyish affection. He felt a little excited for no reason. He dreamed of hearing this voice. If he heard this phone call on another occasion after get off work, he would be excited for half a month and couldn't sleep. But now, here, the red phone call is still called opposite him. The white fat man could only suppress his beautiful thoughts and was serious about listening to the instructions and orders on the phone.

really.

"Forget it, let's be fat." The woman on the phone said seriously: "Come here right away."

The fat white man asked carefully and tentatively: "What happened? Can you disclose it in advance?"

"The sky is falling!"

This sentence made Fatty White have all his thoughts immediately. He knew the woman opposite. He knew that she rarely joked, and now speaking in this tone, it means that the sky is really falling!

"I'll be here soon."

The fat white man hung up the phone. The fat and fat body rushed out of the office like a wind. He followed the secret special elevator and headed straight to the underground parking lot.

Yangchun Baixue is a teahouse located on the Second Ring Road. The building has a three-story building with a full wooden structure and full of ethnic style.

The various teas sold here, professional tea cookers and waiters are also real, from the southwest, minority girls. They are all in their twenties, with temperament, image, appearance and demeanor. No wonder in the upper reaches of the capital, when it comes to teahouses and teahouses, they are the ones that belong to this restaurant.

Drinking tea, chatting, listening to the piano, playing chess, and being able to appreciate the lively and hot style unique to ethnic minority women. It is indeed a great enjoyment.

However, no one knows. This teahouse, which is well-known in Beijing, is the real headquarters of the Secret Service in Beijing. In addition to this, the Secret Service also has at least three so-called headquarters like the Fuguo Hotel, which is a cunning rabbit. Everyone knows this principle, and the founders of the Secret Service are better. They know the Jianghu better than those of the Jianghu people.

Over the years, countless orders that shocked the Qimen Realm, safeguarded the security of the motherland, wiped out the scum of the rivers and lakes, and put out the crimes, resulting in the life and death of many people were issued from this teahouse.

The fat white man didn't dare to park for a moment, so he drove alone. After half an hour, he appeared behind the teahouse and hid in the secret parking lot underground. There were people waiting here. According to the rules, routine inspections, and his own people were no exception.

Fatty white knows that this place is not too conspicuous, it is no different from an ordinary parking lot, but there are many extremely lethal formations hidden here. They are truly masters who can be trapped for a while once they are surrounded by the formation here. During this period, they can mobilize and organize enough sniper forces.

A young man in his twenties who was wearing a black sportswear with short buzz hair and strong hair, met the fat white man, raised the thing that was big in his palm, dark red, and looked like a gossip compass, and smiled and said, "I'm sorry, the white team leader. The old rules."

"I understand, please."

While the young man was checking with himself in the car, the fat white man asked, "Boy, you have been here for more than three years, right? Why haven't you been transferred out yet?"

The young man looked depressed. After the final examination, he put away the gossip compass-like thing in his hand and walked with Fatty White and said, "I think so, because I, Xu Jie's qualifications and skill, can be transferred to your action group long ago. Team leader Bai, you are here just the right time, why don't you talk to the boss? Please."

The young man folded his hands together and his eyes were filled with hope. He kept bowing and begging to the fat white man entering the secret door.

The fat white man pressed his hand on the secret door switch on the left side of the wall, looked at the young man outside the door, and laughed and said, "It's useless to ask me. You are all treasures under the boss's hands. Fatty, I don't have the courage to dig her corner. Besides, it's appropriate for you to speak this kind of thing yourself. OK, boy, work hard."

Press the switch, and the secret door slowly closed. The young man shouted outside the door: "Captain Bai, I will not give up. Action team, I'll go and make a reservation!"

The fat white man shook his head and walked up the wooden spiral ladder under the dim light. The spiral ladder leads directly to the third floor.

The fat white man finally stopped in front of a hand-carved red wooden door with a hand-carved phoenix bamboo pattern and raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Come in." The sound from the phone was heard from inside. However, it sounded more pleasant and rounder than on the phone.

The fat white man took a deep breath and pushed the door in. Every time he came here, he was nervous, not because he was about to face his boss or the boss of the Secret Service, but because of this woman who had supreme power in his hands as a boss.

A woman he has been in love with for more than 20 years. Leng Qingshuang.

People are not as good as their name because she is not cold at all. Her temperament is not the kind that can keep people from thousands of miles away.

The black hair is as beautiful as the hair, the skin is as snowy as the skin, and the silver-gray cheongsam is printed with orchids. It outlines a plump and plump figure, beautiful eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and delicate skin as round as a girl. It is not like a middle-aged woman over forty or even more like a graceful and luxurious beauty in her thirties.

"You are here, sit there. Wait a moment, and this tea will be ready soon." Leng Qingshuang in front of the low tea table was focused, and every move revealed the professional qualities that a tea-making master with pure skills should possess. Oriental women naturally show a unique, subtle, intellectual, reserved, and restrained elegant and quiet beauty that is unique to the East. That kind of beauty is impeccable and inimitable.
Chapter completed!