After three days of training, Fang Muyun's skin was sore, and he even had to squat on the toilet to hold on to the wall.

And protest is necessarily a futile endeavor.

In addition to supervision and analysis, Zhu Xiaobei would accompany Fang Muyun to fight every afternoon and evening. Don't look at his usual appearance of a little child, he doesn't have any affection when he trains, and he is ruthless. Once Fang Muyun slackened, he had to take a solid punch or kick.

For Zhu Xiaobei, the fighting he loves is sacred, so he will not put water on it. The name of "Divisional Fist Less" is the most self-proclaimed, but it also has a certain content.

At noon that day, the two had lunch together, and Fang Muyun decided to try to set up some information.

"Xiaobei, come and eat more." Fang Muyun sandwiched a piece of beef for Zhu Xiaobei and looked at him affectionately.

As soon as Zhu Xiaobei raised his head, he bumped into the clear eyes on the other side, and he quickly lowered his head and collected his heart.

I thought to myself: Hmph, little girl, you also underestimate me too much. Such a low-level beauty trick wants to get information from me? Although I am young, I am also an iron-clad soldier.

"Hey, hey." Zhu Xiaobei laughed while eating, ignoring Fang Muyun.

"Xiaobei, do you like Xiaoye Aili?"

Fang Muyun saw a photo of foreign actress Xiaoye Aili on Zhu Xiaobei's mobile phone screensaver before, and she was a cute beautiful girl, so she used it as bait.

Sure enough, as soon as he heard this name, Zhu Xiaobei immediately raised his head and looked directly at Fang Muyun, with a laser light in his eyes.

Medium!

Fang Muyun restrained his smug smile and said intimately: "I am a classmate studying media in France and a member of her work team. Can help you get to her signed CD, limited edition. I kid you not! Although this is a bait, Fang Muyun does have such a classmate.

"Really?" In the end, Zhu Xiaobei, a young man who is still young and has a budding spring heart, has been shaken.

"Lie to you, I'll be arrested when I go out." Fang Muyun swore an oath.

"If you go out, you'll be arrested!" Zhu Xiaobei's slender eyes flashed like a little fox. Fang Muyun pursed his lips.

"Well, I know what you're trying to ask. Is the purpose of training you right? ”

Fang Muyun looked at Zhu Xiaobei and knew that Zhu Xiaobei was young, but not stupid.

"It's actually very simple, it's not a secret, they probably just don't bother to explain it to you. I heard that your situation is not safe, it is estimated that you can't accept plastic surgery, and the current workout is nothing more than to make a fine-tuning of your muscles, which will affect the overall image and temperament, so that the bad guys will not be able to find you so easily. Zhu Xiaobei's explanation is quite simple and clear.

"You see you have no breasts or ass, and your arms and legs are like sticks. The collagen on the face is okay, but the vitality is a little lacking, and once you get old, the corners of your eyes and mouth will sag......"

I see. Fang Muyun didn't expect to get the information so easily, and he didn't pay attention to Zhu Xiaobei's chatter behind him, but recalled his nonsensical speculations, what kind of support, debut, beauty pageant? Phew!

"Good. I'll ask you for the CD when I resume communication, and I'll never break my word. Fang Muyun doesn't have a mobile phone, so he usually relies on a pad that can only watch the news to understand the outside world.

Zhu Xiaobei rolled his eyes and continued to bury his head in eating.

An hour after dinner is Fang Muyun's most relaxing rest time. She was all sunk on the couch, scrolling through the news.

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Zhu Xiaobei was holding the computer on the side, and glanced at Fang Muyun from time to time out of the corner of his eye. Jiang Hua said that these few days are dangerous times, and it is necessary to closely observe Fang Muyun's every move.

Fang Muyun has something on his mind.

On the surface, she obeyed the arrangement, but Uncle Fang's first seven were about to arrive. Although she was not superstitious, she had heard that on the first seven days, the spirits of people would return to find their relatives and say goodbye.

In the past three days, all the news that Fang Muyun watched was related to the Fang family. She also noticed a person, the famous artist Luo Jianan.

Luo Jianan's reputation as a new young artist with infinite value has long been heard of, but she didn't expect to meet in such a way this time.

Fang Yifei's adopted son? The chief cash officer of Fang Group's art empire? A solo exhibition in memory of Fang Yifei? ……

These news filled Fang Muyun's mind, but she didn't dare to conclude that this Luo Jianan would be friend or foe.

Also, should I go to Uncle Fang and ask about the safe?

Fang Muyun peeked at Zhu Xiaobei's appearance, and Zhu Xiaobei had already observed it from the reflection of the stainless steel sculpture next to him. He turned his back to Fang Muyun, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It seems that a child who is playing hide and seek has seen someone else's exposed trouser legs.

"Ding Dong!" The doorbell rang suddenly, and Fang Muyun, who was secretly observing Zhu Xiaobei and was so engrossed in sneaking out that he was so frightened that he almost dropped his pad to the ground.

She looked out the door vigilantly, and then turned her head to look at Zhu Xiaobei.

"It's okay, it's a hairstylist." Zhu Xiaobei smiled evilly, got up and went to open the door.

“？？？” Fang Muyun looked confused again.

Zhu Xiaobei was followed by a man in his thirties, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, looking very clean, and carrying a small box in his hand.

"Give her a short haircut." Zhu Xiaobei pointed to Fang Muyun on the sofa.

"Yes, sir." The hairstylist should come from a high-end hair salon and be gentlemanly in her gestures and words.

"Wait, who said I was going to cut my hair?"

Fang Muyun was a little annoyed by this disrespectful arrangement. Otherwise, her long hair was grown by her mother. Mother said that Xiaoyun, who has long hair, is the most beautiful, and she resolutely cannot agree.

Zhu Xiaobei didn't expect Fang Muyun to be so resistant, although the hairstylist next to him was embarrassed, his good professionalism made him stand aside silently.

"I told you just now, it's all part of the image change plan, what are you really talking about?" Zhu Xiaobei came to Fang Muyun and lowered his voice to persuade her.

"No! I just don't agree! Fang Muyun was not to be outdone.

Zhu Xiaobei glanced at the hairstylist at the door and whispered, "Or, perm?" ”

“！！！ No!!! "My mother has long straight hair, and she is determined not to perm.

"A little cut? Have you seen "This Killer Is Not Too Cold"? How is the hairstyle of the little girl inside? "Zhu Xiaobei is very much like a warm big boy at the moment.

Fang Muyun turned his head and looked at Zhu Xiaobei viciously: "Put away your fetish, don't press on me!" ”

Zhu Xiaobei scratched his head. In desperation, he walked up to the hairstylist, and asked softly while looking at Fang Muyun: "Brother, this is my sister, I want to change my image at an adult party, the kind that changes her appearance, it is best to be unrecognizable at a glance, can you achieve the effect without cutting your hair?" ”

"I'm not a magician. If you want to judge between two, it's best to have long hair and short hair to long hair. The hairstylist responded politely.

Helpless, Zhu Xiaobei continued to come back to do mobilization work.

"Luo Shao, I think this task is more suitable for Shennong." On the other end of the monitor, Jiang Hua and Wei Dongyue were staying in the monitoring room.

More than a dozen screens all lit up, one of them was the presidential suite where Fang Muyun was, and the other two were in the Fang family's villa.

Luo Jianan's gaze withdrew from the other screens, he glanced at Zhu Xiaobei, frowned, and said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense." ”

Jiang Hua shrugged helplessly, picked up his mobile phone and sent a text message to Zhu Xiaobei: "Don't talk nonsense." ”

Zhu Xiaobei glanced at his phone. The monitor screen showed that with a wave of his big hand, Fang Muyun softened like a willow branch.