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In the early morning of early winter, even the bustling and noisy Yanjing gradually fell asleep.

On the side of the Maqi Bridge, a black stretched Lincoln was parked quietly.

Carpet, sofa, wine cabinet, low-key luxury carriage, quietly sat a tired girl.

The girl is very thin, not particularly beautiful, at most her facial features are delicate and more attractive, her hair is high and coiled, elegant and neat. The vertical striped cascading knight's shirt, the cover is obviously modified, a tough and feminine delicate military jacket, wearing white slim breeches, with a tapered stiff line riding boots, like a European aristocratic knight in the Middle Ages, heroic and cool.

On both ears, there are delicate ear piercings, but they are empty.

The thin and thin body balances the tough and handsome men with the delicate and soft women to an incredible point.

At this time, if there are children in the upper circle who see her, they will definitely be excited, enough to use this as a talking point for the next month, because this girl is Zhuo Shuihan, who has become famous in the past three years, supported the Zhuo family alone, and was regarded as one of the three goddesses of Yanjing by good deeds.

Zhuo Shuihan had just attended a private banquet in a small circle, and then had an important acquisition and two brief and efficient meetings, even if she was as energetic as her, she couldn't help but be a little tired at this time, put the computer on her lap on the micro desk, closed all kinds of documents on the desktop, closed her eyes, leaned back on the sofa behind her, and gently rubbed her eyebrows.

She can't go back now, she must rest and adjust her state so that she can go back to meet the dangers and uncertainties outside.

Zhuo Shuihan is a woman, but more often, she regards herself as a man, and she has always demanded herself with more ruthless standards than men, because a woman is destined to have no way to survive in a big family full of open and secret battles, strategy, calculation, layout, attack, betrayal, etc. What's more, she is also an illegitimate daughter who is despised, bullied, and regarded as a derivative of disaster by many in the family.

Twenty years ago, the monstrous catastrophe that almost brought destruction to the Zhuo family gave birth to her.

Therefore, when she seized the opportunity to successfully ascend to the position and became the new spokesperson of the Zhuo family, some first-class universities such as Yenching University and Shuimu University wanted to invite her to give a lecture, but she refused, in fact, she wanted to say that if a person endured humiliation for more than ten years, insisted on studying, figuring out, researching, and exercising for more than fifteen hours a day, just waiting for an opportunity, then, when the opportunity came, it would be difficult to fail to grasp it.

What's more, she also has tricks to force herself, such as-

"Hmm."

Zhuo Shuihan frowned slightly, snorted painfully, took a deep breath, put away the slender and trembling silver needle tied to his thigh, his eyes were clear, and he suddenly felt that most of his fatigue had dissipated, and he regained some of his spirit, looking at the slightly pale and blurry moonlight in the distant sky outside the window, slightly distracted.

The female assistant's eyes flashed with a hint of unbearability, and she took out some delicate snacks from the cabinet, "Miss, you're hungry, eat something and be busy." ”

Zhuo Shuihan nodded, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Is there any news over there?" ”

"I was about to tell Miss." The female assistant took out a sealed folder from her file bag and handed it to Zhuo Shuihan with a little hesitation.

"Again, don't let anyone in the family know about this."

"Yes, miss." The female assistant replied solemnly, although she was not a member of the Zhuo family, she could vaguely guess the seriousness of this matter and the terrible consequences it might bring.

Zhuo Shuihan pouted and opened the folder very casually as usual, this matter has been done secretly for two years, once a week, just like a routine, it has gradually become a habit of hers, in fact, there is no hope of any more, but when she opened the folder this time and saw the photo of the young man on it, she was instantly petrified.

Called a stone girl by her opponent, she is as calm and firm as granite, but at this moment, her body can't help but tremble violently, and the emotions in her eyes are instantly complicated to the extreme.

"Miss......" the female assistant said with concern.

Zhuo Shuihan took a deep breath, and another silver needle stabbed his thigh, forcing himself to calm down, and asked lightly: "Where did you send this document?" ”

"Zhongzhou City."

Zhuo Shuihan's eyes flashed with star-like light, and he groaned for a while, and was about to continue to command something, when suddenly there was a bang, and the car seemed to have been hit by something, and then he saw the middle-aged aunt who was sitting in the driver's seat and the slightly fat woman kicked the car door, and with a bang, she ran out like a civet cat.

As he rushed out, he waved his hands behind his back, and two of Israel's latest folding military thorns were glittering in his hands.

At night, Ah Zhiwo captured the melody in the dark studio and wrote new songs, and after Zhuo Jun searched the sixty-one channels in a carpet manner, he was extremely bored, so he took a shower and went to bed, but he couldn't sleep after turning it over and over.

The two things he is most proud of are that he can eat and sleep well, so this situation is very rare, and after successfully not wetting the bed, it seems that there have only appeared twice in his impression, and these two times appeared in Yanjing.

Looking at the cold and blurred moonlight outside the window, Zhuo Jun simply turned over, put on his clothes, took a taxi and went straight to the Maqi Bridge, looking at each other in a daze.

From childhood to adulthood, Zhuo Jun followed the master to run all over the world, but he had never set foot in Yanjing City, which is funny, because when he was twelve years old, he went with his master to visit an old friend of hers who was good at Ziwei Doushu, and the old friend saw that he was clever, so he casually took a hexagram, and then solemnly said that it was best for him never to come to Yanjing City, even if he came, he would never set foot in the Maqi Bridge.

Zhuo Jun also learned later that Ma Qi Bridge is a symbol of the separation between the inner city and the outer city of Yanjing City, and within Ma Qi Bridge, most of the people who live are low-key, or prominent, or public, or domineering wealthy giants, so he was wondering at the time, could it be that the senior felt that he was too arbitrary, and was worried that he would cause trouble if he went to the inner city?

However, although he was a little disapproving, out of absolute respect for his master, he still chose not to come if he could, if it weren't for the fact that Ah Que had a situation in Yanjing two years ago, which was in danger, he estimated that this was the first time he came.

As a link connecting the inner city and the outer city, Maqiqiao is quite deserted here, Zhuo Jun stood for half an hour, but only saw two night cats.

Of course, the custom extended Lincoln that had been parked at the intersection of the bridge didn't count, the car had been parked there before he came, like a zombie car everywhere on the side of the road. But he knew it wasn't a zombie car, because there were obviously people inside, and he found the chubby middle-aged aunt sitting in the driver's seat very interesting, with a face selling vegetables and a pair of murderous hands.

Just when he was hesitating whether to simply break the vows, cross the Maqi Bridge, and go into the inner city for a walk, he suddenly saw a very interesting scene.

A Tibetan girl with plateau red cheeks, a stocky figure and sharp eyes, and two tall, bare-chested and shirtless yellow-clothed lamas, went straight to the back of the elongated Lincoln.

After a little confirmation, the Tibetan girl smiled and nodded, and then one of the yellow-clothed lamas took a fierce step forward, stretched out a fist suddenly, and slammed it on the trunk of the lengthened Lincoln.

Then, with a pop, the kind-looking fat aunt turned over with a harrier and jumped onto the roof of the car, her hands glittering with military thorns, like an enraged panther, her eyes blazing, and she looked murderously at the three people behind the car.