Just when Hu Qingdie was immersed in a dream journey, a black classic car slowly drove into this street.

This neighborhood belongs to the inner city, the environment is quiet, the housing is high-end, and the people who live here are either rich people with a lot of money or people in the system with backgrounds.

Not far from the street, there are people who set up cards.

In the first two barriers, vehicles with special license plates were unimpeded, but in the third barrier, they finally stopped.

A guard in a yellow-green military uniform stepped forward, saluted, and then asked respectfully:

"Sir, please show me your ID."

The window on the right side opened, and someone handed out a palm-sized black military ID.

The guards flipped it over, compared it, looked at the people in the car again, and after confirming that it was him, he returned the documents with both hands, raised his right hand, saluted, and shouted at the same time:

"Confirm that it is correct, the Military United Front Work Bureau, Dai Zongzuo, allow the passage!"

There were two other soldiers on the side, hurriedly raising the railing.

"Have a nice trip!"

Several soldiers at the checkpoint booth all raised their hands and saluted, watching the car slowly drive away.

The young man with a national character face sitting in the passenger seat looked straight ahead with a righteous look.

His back was straight, like a clock.

Sunlight shone through the still ajar window on the right side of his face.

The hard lines, like marble sculptures, are full of masculine beauty.

"Changping's widow still lives here!"

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar street scene in front of him, he also felt a little embarrassed in his heart.

"The last time I came, it was only a short time after the completion of the project, and the people who moved in were all military families, so it wasn't so lively at that time."

The soldier who was driving, very colored, slowed down.

In this kind of high-end residential area, it is not suitable to drive too fast in the first place.

Mr. Dai looked at the small escalators and merry-go-rounds on the side of the road, and some half-grown children were playing there, and they didn't care when they saw cars.

Unlike cars, which are rare in other places, there are a lot of military vehicles coming and going on this street, so that these children are not very afraid of life.

The people who live here are all people with status and status, and the outside is also safe, so they can hold up a small blue sky and white clouds here, shelter these children, and give them a carefree childhood.

All the ups and downs, their own adults bear for them.

Seeing this, this Mr. Dai sat for a while, as if he had returned to many years ago.

At that time, he and Chang Ping were not very successful with each other, and they were lucky enough to be favored by the first emperor and set up the Imperial Military United Front Work Bureau, which was responsible for coordinating the military affairs of all parties and the military situation in various places······· In other words, the head of the secret service who oversees the army.

At that time, Chang Ping was also one of his few friends and capable subordinates.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, the first emperor hugged the pathological government, and before he died, he had already foreseen the future turmoil, which led to the birth of the later Military United Front Work Bureau········ In the early days of its establishment, this organization was established to secretly eliminate those officers who had objections and to avoid the process of militarization.

The bigwigs in the military everywhere naturally don't want to have such a sharp blade on their heads, so they naturally try every means to sabotage the operation of this institution.

Chang Ping's exquisite techniques gave him many surprises, and he blocked a lot of open guns and hidden arrows for him.

Until that time to sea········

Mr. Dai's complexion remained unchanged, his pupils shrunk, and he unconsciously exuded a sense of evil.

The driver next to him fell into an ice cellar.

It's been a long time since this evil aura is fleeting, and the soldiers who have been familiar with it for a long time can still bear it.

After all, this Dai Zongzao is a spy leader himself, and he has been accompanied by conspiracies for many years, and this gloomy evil atmosphere is an inevitable professional temperament.

Just as soldiers usually have iron and blood, how can a spy leader, who ponders conspiracies and assassinations every day, not have a little gloomy and evil spirit?

At this point, this Dai Zongzao knows how to self-regulate very well.

He often reads subsets of scripture history, especially "Spring and Autumn". And always put the interests of the empire and the interests of the royal family first, and everything must occupy the righteousness, and over the years, he has developed a special kind of "righteousness".

This is the kind of temperament that can only be possessed by recognizing from the bottom of one's heart that everything one does is righteous.

No one who saw him would associate him with the spy who spent all day pondering information.

Even in the army, there are many officers who maintain friendly relations with him.

"But why don't you refrain from moderation when it comes to women's sex alone?"

The soldier who was driving the car made a little belly in his heart and told him about the private life of the head officer.

Lingering among courtesans, that's nothing, it can also be said to be related to work, after all, courtesans are doing this job, and many famous courtesans in high society are intelligence brokers, specializing in matchmaking for all parties to complete the exchange of interests.

Well, there are about some of them, and they are spies cultivated by all parties.

Maintain your mistress, no woman is happy······ It's all trifles.

In fact, in the eyes of his secretary, it was nothing.

At least his own boss will treat him well, without any special habits, and will not cause death.

As far as she knew, there were more other families than this ridiculous.

These, after reaching a certain level of status, are nothing.

Even if it is indeed a bit of a violation of military discipline on the surface, who of you is completely clean in private?

No one is perfect, nothing more than that.

But the problem is, this Madame Hu is the widow of your best brother········

You worship your brother's death, and you take care of your brother and sister, and take care of your family?

Not to mention, don't you know how much your reputation spreads outside?

In this way, I am afraid that if it is not for the reputation of this Mrs. Hu, it will be ruined·······

The driver who drives the driver, and the personal secretary, are people who often have access to the private life of their bosses.

Unfortunately, today's driver has both identities, both as a personal secretary and as a part-time driver.

In terms of understanding of this Dai Zongza, he dares to say that few people can surpass him, not even those mistresses.

In his opinion, his boss obviously did not have crooked thoughts.

Yes, don't look at him as a spy leader, and his private life seems to be very erosive, and his reputation in this area is not very good, but in fact······

He is quite self-disciplined.

There are lovers, but they are all well placed and will not make trouble.

The dew marriage will also be handled properly.

He never did anything to a friend, a subordinate's relatives, or a married man, nor did a widow.

And attach great importance to commitment, and distinguish between public and private.

These are all his strengths, and they are also the charm that he can be followed.

He didn't look like a spy boss at all, more like that kind of iron-blooded general, no, Confucian general.

He said that he was taking care of his brother's widow, and everyone believed him.

As long as you know his close people, they will believe him.

However, in addition to these close people, those who do not know the situation will inevitably guess the reason for his visit.

Most people in the world love to spread gossip, and would rather believe the non-existent "truth" made up by their own brains than believe the facts.

After today, it is not surprising that the "peachy ambiguity" between Mrs. Hu and her boss will most likely be spread well-known, and even the details can be fabricated for you·······

But it can't be helped.

The guard who drove the car quietly glanced at his boss from the reflection of the glass.

If not, I can't protect her·······

I heard that Mrs. Hu's father was about to take a back seat, but the new generation of the Hu family had not yet grown up and could not be on their own.

Originally, if Colonel Chang was still alive, he would probably have the rank of general at this time, and he could rely on the Hu family, but he had been dead for five or six years·········

Mrs. Hu is only twenty-six years old now, and she is widowed at home, she is just a young age, and I am afraid that she will not be arranged by her family to go on a blind date········

In the past, for the sake of the face of the deceased Colonel Chang, of course, the biggest thing is that the head office of his family takes care of him from time to time, and generally speaking, no one will disturb Mrs. Hu's peaceful life.

But if the real mother's family comes to arrange a blind date, it's really not easy to stop.

Even if it is the head seat of the house, it is not convenient to talk in this regard.

This visit is to deliberately spread some rumors.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows what's going on, but it can effectively block a lot of trouble.

It's not a big deal to sacrifice a little fame······

The head of his family once said that the colonel Chang mentioned that he didn't want his wife to remarry if he died.

Since this is the "last wish" of the deceased brother, even if it is not very glamorous means, the head seat of his own family will do it beautifully.

Even if ······ Will sacrifice that Madame Hu.