How to tell her, that's what she came for this name.

Because of the same name.

She's probably obsessed.

Hua Ling tentatively sent a message to the past: [Do you have a photo of the boss? 】

I want to know, boss, whether there is any connection with the joker brother back then.

Could it be him?

Qimeng is very simple: [I'll look for it. 】

People like them rarely leave photos to give people evidence.

But who is she, an omnipotent hacker, can find out everything!

Hua Ling's mood was a little complicated, it was only a few minutes, but it seemed like a century had passed.

[Found it!] 】

Soon, Qimeng sent a photo over.

It's not a face, and the photo is even a little blurry.

The distance is a little far, and the slender and straight figure of the man can still be seen.

Wearing a burgundy suit, revealing the black shirt inside, he couldn't see his face clearly, because he was wearing the exaggerated color of a clown, and the corners of his mouth were raised, and he was a little morbidly arrogant.

The slender fingers, lined with extreme white, carried an Arctic war Magnum sniper rifle in his hand.

Through the photos, you can feel the evil aura spreading from the man's body.

It's familiar......

Hua Xuan's fingertips crossed the photo, and her eyebrows and eyes were always cold and indifferent, and she couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.

Could it be him?

She didn't reply for a long time.

Qimeng sent another string of codes: [Why are you so interested in the boss? 】

Although the face can't be seen clearly in the photo, it can be seen from the temperament alone that the boss is indeed a handsome person.

This ruffian has a miserable temperament and charming.

Can't tell, Eleven is a nymphomaniac?

Hua Ying came back to her senses and saved the photo, a little anxious: [When can the members meet again?] 】

The photo wasn't very clear, and she was a little unsure.

Qimeng replied quickly: [This is not clear for the time being, usually there is a task above the order, in addition, there will be a meeting between members on August 8 every year, but the address is uncertain, I will inform you then. 】

Hua Hua was silent: [Okay. 】

The emotions are inexplicably uncalm.

August 8th.

Two months to go.

In two months, she'll know the answer.

——

The fragrance of tea was lingering, and Rong Zhaozong sat behind the desk.

The family feast was disturbed, and after a hasty meal, everyone finally broke up unhappily.

Rong Zhaozong sat in a wheelchair, with a blanket on his knees, skillfully cooking a pot of tea, his movements were elegant and full of calm charm.

It seems that what happened just now did not cause him any trouble.

Tan Bo stood behind him, thinking of the family banquet just now, and couldn't help asking, "Mr. seems to like that little girl very much." ”

That little girl, her name is Eleven, right?

I have seen her a few times, and Rong Zhaozong is a little different from others.

Just now, I even sang a duet with the old lady for her.

Although the old lady didn't take care of business, her identity was here, and no one dared to be disobedient.

Rong Zhaozong couldn't deny it, took a sip of tea, and his eyebrows were always elegant and indifferent: "She is indeed very interesting." ”

Tan Bo thought about it and said honestly: "As a secret guard, I don't understand the rules anymore. ”

Mrs. Rong was so angry just now that she didn't eat much.

Rong Zhaozong put the teacup on the desk, and a light smile overflowed between the corners of his lips: "She's just a secret guard, she doesn't need to understand the rules, so it's good." ”

It's in her nature, and there's no need to hide it too much.

That's fine.