Looking at the two iron doors that opened and closed at the door. Downing caressed his cheeks, the soft touch still there. The aroma remains. The beauty is slim.

For this Japanese woman, Tang Ning didn't know what kind of attitude to treat her. He had to admit in private that he liked this Junzi girl a little, and beautiful women had no borders. It's a man who likes it. Not to mention that Junko Kasawara has a lot of shining points that attract him and attract 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, intellectually and emotionally, he should have rejected her, but he couldn't be hard-hearted. It's probably a common problem of men, who want to pull beautiful things into their own homes. Power and power are the same, and so are beautiful women.

Flower heart? Probably not, right? Just appreciation.

Forget it, I don't have time to think about her now. Besides, having such a beautiful girl in mind is also a very fulfilling thing. What will happen in the future...... Well, let it be. It doesn't have to be together, but you need this kind of spice in your life. But Feifei's vinegar jar is too sour. If she knew what I was thinking, she would probably want to strangle me, right? Hehe......

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

A hand suddenly appeared in front of him, dangling it. Zhou Yu's playful voice rang in his ears.

"Hey, hey, hey, everyone is gone, and you're still in love?"

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

Tang Ning looked left and right at Zhou Yu and Jiang Tao who appeared beside him like ghosts.

"If I kiss her, will I have to stand bare-ass on the street and sing conquest with a telephone pole?"

“…… Damn, why do you have such a good memory? ”

"It's not a good memory. It's here. Tang Ning folded his hands together and caressed his heart, "The place is too small, and the capacity is limited, so it can only accommodate the place of one person." ”

"Hmph, Mr. Tang. In my opinion, that Japanese woman is not good at stubble, your heart, sooner or later, she will tear a hole open. If you don't believe it, we'll see. ”

"Uh-huh." Jiang Tao's eyes showed a fierce light, and he stared at Tang Ning fiercely, "You just wait for your bare ass to stand on the street and sing conquest!" Humph......"

"Cut, let her waves run wild, my heart is like a rock."

……

The fat white man rushed back to the Phu Quoc Hotel and returned to his warehouse-like office. This place has been cleaned in advance. The holes in the walls have also been renovated. The chair is still the same chair and the quality is quite good. was kicked by him at the time, but he didn't fall apart. It's that the black cowhide wrapped around has some signs of damage.

Li Tang and Bai Jie were both sent by him to the downstairs room to rest. Here things are settled for the time being. They all have their own tasks and can't stay in the capital for a long time. In the evening, we will entertain everyone for a practical dinner, and it is time to leave for the original unit. As for the seven little ones, they won't be leaving for the time being. They would train with the Secret Service for a while, and then they would go back to the Eagle's Nest and attend the graduation ceremony. The question of the way out is organized on the one hand, and on the other hand, they can also choose for themselves. But over the years, the number of graduates of the Eagle's Nest who have entered the Secret Service is the smallest of the three units. Lin Muxiang in the last session was forcibly dragged into the secret service by her uncle. The graduation destination reported by the little girl is Unit 601. With her most admired sister Bai.

"Fuck, where's Unit 601? Isn't it just pulling the tiger skin of the troops......" The white fat man leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and kneaded his eyebrows. After thinking about the little ones for a while, their thoughts immediately turned to the immortal old man.

"This old killer actually clamored for the fat man to guard the side, feeling that he has something to do with the Secret Service and can influence the decision-making of the upper echelons. But why haven't I heard of it before? Could it be that the Secret Service has any other secrets that I don't know? It shouldn't be, fat man, I've been in the Secret Service for more than 20 years, what else do I don't know? Let's go for it......"

The phone rang urgently, and it was the red phone on the desk. Also an internal phone. The number is only known to a limited number of people. Every time, as long as this phone rings, something will happen, and it will be a big deal.

The white fat man was shocked, he didn't dare to slack off, and quickly grabbed the handle to connect.

"Hey, I'm white fat."

"Fatty, fat, others call you fat, you yourself call yourself fat, don't you have a name?" Listen to the mellow familiar female voice on the phone and the questioning tone.

The white fat man's time-honored little eyes were instantly filled with a boy-like affection. A burst of excitement in my heart for no reason. It was a voice he had ever dreamed of hearing. If it's time off work, hear the call on a different occasion. He would be excited and couldn't sleep for half a month, but now, here, the opposite side is still calling this red phone. The white fat man could only suppress the charming thoughts in his heart. Prepare to listen to the next instructions on the phone.

Really.

"Forget it, a fat man is a fat man." The woman on the phone said in a stern voice: "You come over right away." ”

The white fat man cautiously asked tentatively, "Something happened?" Can you reveal that in advance? ”

"The sky is falling!"

This sentence made all the other thoughts of the white fat man fly away immediately. He knew the woman opposite. Knowing that she rarely jokes, and now speaking in this tone, it shows that the sky is really falling!

"I'll be there shortly."

The white fat man hung up the phone. The fat fat body swept out of the office like a wind. Take the secret elevator straight to the underground parking lot.

Yangchun Baixue is a teahouse located on the Second Ring Road. The building has three floors. All wooden structure. Full of ethnic style.

All kinds of tea sold here, professional tea cooks and waiters are also real, ethnic minority girls from the southwest. Each is in his twenties, and his temperament, image, appearance and demeanor all belong to the kind that is one in a thousand. It is no wonder that in the upper circle of the capital, when it comes to teahouses and teahouses, they belong to this sunny spring and white snow.

Drinking tea, talking, listening to the piano, playing games, and appreciating the unique liveliness and hot style of ethnic minority women. It was a great treat indeed.

It's just that no one knows. This famous teahouse 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 Phu Quoc Hotel. Everyone understands this truth, and the founders of the Secret Service understand it even better. They know the rivers and lakes better than the people of the rivers and lakes.

Over the years, countless orders that shook the Qimen realm, maintained the security of the motherland, exterminated the scum of the rivers and lakes, extinguished evil, and led many people to live and die were issued from this teahouse.

The white fat man didn't dare to stop for a moment, drove alone, and half an hour later, appeared behind the teahouse, hidden in the secret parking lot underground. There was already someone waiting here. According to the rules, routine inspections, and their own people are no exception.

The white fat man knows that this place is not inconspicuous, it is no different from an ordinary parking lot, but there are many extremely lethal formations hidden here. It is a real grandmaster-level master, once he is surrounded by a formation here, he can also be trapped for a moment or three. During this time, you can mobilize and organize enough sniper forces.

A young man in his twenties wearing a black tracksuit, short hair, and sturdy greeted the fat white man, raised the palm-slap-sized, dark red, and resembled a gossip compass in his hand, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, Team Leader Bai." The old rules. ”

"Understood, please."

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

The young man's face was depressed. After the final inspection, he put away the gossip compass-like things in his hand, and accompanied the white fat man as he walked: "I also want to, it is said that with my Xu Jie's qualifications and skills, I can already be transferred to your action group." Team Leader Bai, you came just in time today, why don't you talk to the big boss. Please. ”

The young man clasped his hands together, his eyes filled with hope, and he kept begging the fat white man who had entered the secret door.

The white fat 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 said with a smile: "It's useless to beg me." You are all treasures under the hands of the big boss. Fat man, I don't have the courage to dig into her corner. Besides, it's only right for you to say this kind of thing, okay, boy, go for it. ”

Pressing the switch, the secret door slowly closed, and the young man shouted loudly outside the door: "Team Leader Bai, I won't give up." Action group, I'm going to decide! ”

The fat white man shook his head, and in the dim yellow light, walked up the wooden spiral staircase. The spiral staircase leads to the third floor.

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

"Come in." Voices from the phone could be heard inside. However, it sounds more pleasant and mellower than on the phone.

The white fat 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 and the big boss of the secret service, but because of this woman who was the big boss and held supreme power in her hands.

A woman he had a crush on for more than twenty years. Cold frost.

She is not as good as her name, because she is not cold at all. Temperament is not the kind that rejects people thousands of miles away.

The inky green silk hair is high, the skin is snowy, and he is wearing a silver-gray cheongsam printed with orchids. Outlined a plump and full convex figure, beautiful eyebrows, phoenix eyes, delicate skin girlish-like roundness, not at all like a middle-aged woman over forty years old. It's more like a beautiful woman in her thirties, graceful and luxurious.

"Here you are, sit as you please. Wait a minute, this tea will be ready in no time. The cold and frosty expression in front of the low tea table is focused, and every move reveals the professional qualities that a skilled tea chef should have. When oriental women make tea, stroke the qin, write poems, and paint, they will naturally show a unique oriental, subtle, intellectual, reserved and restrained elegance and quiet beauty. That kind of beauty, impeccable, inimitable.

Smelling the fragrance of tea, I looked at the beautiful woman in front of me who had been thinking about it for 20 years. With such a scene and such a pleasing picture, the white fat man forgot about it for a while, and he was intoxicated.