So you...... What you're afraid of is this......" An Zhirong couldn't cry, his face was crimson with anger, and he spoke with a trill, "Fang Buwei...... I...... That's how I ...... Not worthy of your trust? ”

Fang Bu gasped as if he had a toothache.

Obviously, he hasn't even touched his hand, why does An Zhirong look like he has abandoned it from the beginning?

"I believe in you!" Fang Buwei nodded heavily.

No matter how stupid An Zhirong is, he also knows that Fang Buwei is fooling himself.

She also heard Fourth Sister Jin Feng asking the disciples guarding the door of the guest room, did she see herself and Fang Buwei, knowing that time is limited, so she can only choose the important ones to talk about first.

"Where's my cousin?"

"How do I know?" Fang did not reply for the spread of his hands.

"She disappeared after seeing you in the hospital, why didn't you know?"

"I really haven't seen her......" Fang Buwei looks so innocent and innocent.

"She hasn't heard from her for so long, you don't even want to ask?" An Zhirong said angrily, "Do you know that she is pregnant with your flesh and blood?" ”

Fang Buwei gritted his teeth.

There is no way to explain this to An Zhirong.

He was heartbroken, and replied directly: "I'm afraid that even your cousin herself doesn't know whose child is in her womb......"

An Zhirong was stunned for a moment, and even forgot to cry.

How could Fang Buwei say such shameless words?

"You bastard......" An Zhi trembled with anger.

Fang Buwei sneered: "You don't want to think about it, I can't even look down on you, but you can still look at her, do you think my hair is too dark?" Lao Tzu never touched a finger of her from beginning to end......"

An Zhirong half-opened his mouth and looked at Fang Buwei in a daze.

"Miss Ann......"

Jin Feng shouted panting, and An Zhirong reacted.

"Squeak, squeak......" Jin Feng heard a few strange sounds, looked at it attentively, and found that An Zhirong clenched his teeth, as if he was about to crush all his teeth

An Zhirong couldn't wait to pounce on Fang Buwei's body and take a bite.

"Fang ......"

As soon as the word "Fang" came out, the remaining two words were swallowed back by An Zhirong.

She was in a hurry, and she forgot the name "Qi Wuxiang" that Fang Buwei just said, so she could only point at Fang Buwei tremblingly, "You...... You...... You ......".

There was another movement outside the garden, and Fang Buwei took a look at the light in the distance and saw that Mr. Situ and Zhang Yonghe were also here.

What an event this woman is!

Fang Buwei glared at Jin Feng, patted his ass and stood up, looked at An Zhirong and said, "What I just said, don't forget ......"

He concluded that An Zhirong should not reveal his identity, at least not for a short time.

Is this going to go?

An Zhirong felt that the ends of his hair were smoking.

Why is Fang Buwei so light-hearted?

"You stop ...... me"

But Fang didn't want to listen to her, so he walked down the stone steps of the Sifang Pavilion.

An Zhirong was anxious, pointed at the side, and said to Jin Feng: "Fourth sister, he ...... He bullied me......"

Zhang Yonghe, who had just stepped into the garden, gasped violently.

"Alas," Fang Buwei turned around and pointed at An Zhirong, "Are you joking when you have three knives and six holes, and you dare to talk nonsense in front of the mountain lord?" ”

Mountain Lord, where did the Mountain Lord come from?

An Zhirong looked up and saw that Mr. Situ and Zhang Yonghe had arrived at a place not more than five or six meters away.

"I ...... I...... I ......" An Zhirong's hands waved hurriedly, and it took a long time to remember what he was going to say, "Uncle, what I said nonsense ......"

An Zhirong was anxious to die.

If she knew that Situ Meitang was also there, how would she dare to use this to coerce Fang Fang.

"Uncle!" Fang Buwei bent down and hugged his fists.

The old gentleman nodded, walked into the square pavilion, looked at An Zhirong, who was worried and at a loss, looked at Fang Buwei again, and then pointed to the stone bench in the pavilion: "Sit down and say!" ”

This is to ask what it means.

It seems that it can't be hidden.

Fang Buwei looked at An Zhirong: "The banquet is about to start, how can you serve it with such a look?" Let the fourth sister accompany you to freshen up......"

Fang Buwei wants to say any secrets?

Is it about yourself, or is it about your cousin?

Although An Zhirong was curious, he also understood the truth.

She also came out of the secret service on leave, and she studied the confidentiality regulations in the special training department.

An Zhirong glared at Fang Buwei fiercely, and took Jin Feng's hand out of the Sifang Pavilion.

Even the old gentleman could see that something was wrong.

So obedient?

When An Zhirong and Jin Feng left, Fang Buwei hugged Zhang Yonghe again: "Fifth brother, I'm sorry!" ”

Zhang Yonghe is the master of the auditorium, the seventh of the eight halls.

But the incense master is concurrently served by the old gentleman, and the alliance certificate is in Nanyang in the second gentleman, so when ranking, these two don't count, so Fang is not called his fifth brother.

And Fang Bu, the end of the inner eight halls, also rose two places, ranking ninth.

Can't even listen to yourself?

Zhang Yonghe was slightly moved, hugged his fists, and walked out of the Sifang Pavilion.

Fang Buwei lowered his voice and told Li Mingxiang about it.

He didn't mention An Liang, let alone Lin Zi'an.

The old gentleman looked at Fang Buwei fixedly.

He didn't expect Fang Buwei to be a "spy" and "eyes and ears", so he had to fight for the position of the original dispute, but he wanted to do a position like "patrolling" to inquire about news?

The Republic of China is not a court, and Hongmen is no longer a rebel organization, so the old gentleman naturally has no prejudice against spies, but he does not look down on the other party.

The war has not officially started yet, and this kind of role like Fang Buwei is the most dangerous.

"Where is Miss Ann's cousin now?" The old gentleman asked again.

Fang Buwei was vague, but what did the old gentleman do?

How could he be fooled so easily.

Fang Buwei blinked and didn't make a sound.

The old gentleman looked at Fang Buwei fixedly.

He's dead?

It's still a hand that doesn't move!

"What about Li Mingxiang's parents?" The old gentleman asked again.

"Usually living in Lushun, usually as a Japanese overseas Chinese living in the three northeastern provinces, collecting intelligence ......" is not a return.

The old gentleman heard the meaning of Fang Buwei's words.

The current Northeast is the territory of the Kwantung Army, and the forces of the secret services there are too weak to be cleared up.

The brother-in-law and his nephew are all Japanese spies, and his wife is Japanese, so will Anqin's only son also be affected?

"Is there a problem with An Liang?"

"I haven't found it yet!" Fang is not a return.

The word "temporary" is enough to explain the problem.

The old gentleman tilted his head slightly, as if looking at the stars, and his right hand on the stone table kept tapping on the tabletop.

Is this caught in a dilemma?

Fang didn't bother him, and waited quietly.

After a long time, the old gentleman opened his eyes: "As far as your problem is concerned, it is not a big deal at all...... An Liang and An Zhirong handed it over to me, and it would not be a problem to keep them in the United States for two or three years......"

Fang is not happy.

Two or three years, one year is enough.