"Screening down, the archives, the canteen, the cleaning, including the deputy director, I..."

"It can be listed as a key target for suspicion."

"Although the cafeteria doesn't seem to have much, everyone is used to talking about something during meals."

"But the kitchen and the restaurant on our side are far apart, so we can rule it out."

"The second is cleaning, which is better than being able to move around at will, but our small Mobei City Security Division is not worth such a big fight."

"So if I were a soul hunter, I would probably focus on the positions of the archives, deputy director, and director."

"But I'm not, the rest is easier to sift."

Father Zhao said calmly.

Yu Sheng nodded slightly.

"Do you want to arrest?"

Father Zhao looked at Yu Sheng consultatively and asked.

Yu Sheng shook his head slightly: "Why do you want to catch it?" ”

"Because it has something to do with soul hunting..."

Father Zhao was stunned for a moment.

"Well, don't catch it..."

Yu Sheng shook his head slightly: "There's no hurry." ”

"Okay."

Father Zhao stared at Yu Sheng carefully, and for a while he was a little unsure of what Yu Sheng was thinking.

After decades of mixing with the guard department, he couldn't understand the rest of his life, and finally could only nod lightly.

"Learn from others!"

"Joy and anger are invisible!!"

"What's it called? Ayutthaya! ”

"No wonder the person is the Lord of the Moge Pavilion, you are the Lord of a small city!"

"Why is there such a big gap between students taught in a school???

Father Zhao, who was still smiling at the rest of his life in the last second, turned his head directly the next second, glared at Zhao Zicheng, and said viciously.

Zhao Zicheng was stunned in place, looking dazed, not knowing why the artillery fire was aimed at him again.

"What time is the wedding the day after tomorrow?"

Father Zhao said again.

"Eight o'clock in the morning..."

Zhao Zicheng said subconsciously, but quickly reacted: "No, you don't know what time my wedding is?" You daddy..."

"Aren't I busy with work?"

Father Zhao said as it should be.

Zhao Zicheng looked at the TV, and then at his father, and was silent for a while.

After a while, he silently took out Zhao's father's leave slip in his pocket, and wrote four big words on it in front of him: "Not approved." ”

After writing, he placed the leave slip on the coffee table.

"Since you're busy at work, go back to work."

"Otherwise, I will apply to the Pavilion Master of the Ink Pavilion to change the head of the Security Division."

Zhao Zicheng showed a bright smile, then turned his head and looked at the rest of his life on the side.

Yu Sheng sat calmly on the sofa, feeling Zhao Zicheng's gaze, motionless.

"Hehe..."

"At the wedding scene, I will kowtow to my parents."

"As long as I don't shout to stop, you're going to keep knocking..."

Zhao's father didn't smile.

Zhao Zicheng glared angrily: "Can you bear to see your future daughter-in-law always serving tea?" Kowtow? ”

"You can't bear to let your elderly father go back to work overtime."

"What else I can't bear."

Father Zhao said slowly.

The two of them stared at each other with such big eyes, and no one flinched.

The atmosphere was at a stalemate.

Sun Wen coughed embarrassedly twice and put down his phone: "Actually, I think it's true, the key to the problem is..."

"On the bride's side, have you communicated?"

"For example, the list of relatives on their side, the number of people who attended the wedding, including their customs..."

Hearing Sun Wen's words, Zhao Zicheng subconsciously said: "My dad has communicated with that side..."

"Aren't you communicating?"

Father Zhao was at a loss.

For a moment, the room fell into absolute silence.

"You can sit casually, I'll go out first!"

"I don't seem to be doing anything..."

The father and son looked a little flustered in their eyes, hurriedly grabbed their coats and left.

Leaving only the rest of his life, Sun Wen sat on the sofa, looking a little absurd.

"What did his girlfriend like about him?"

"Stupid?"

"Or is it simple..."

Sun Wen said quietly, muttering to himself, then sighed and shook his head, and started the remote meeting again, busy with the affairs of his group.

For the rest of his life, he always sat there in a daze, and wisps of energy continued to pour into his body along the necklace around his neck.

And what they don't know is...

Over there in Mocheng, the headquarters is going crazy now.

"Where's the Pavilion Master?"

"Let's go in!!"

"This document must be signed by the Pavilion Master himself!"

"The Pavilion Master won't lose it, right?"

The leaders of various departments all stood at the door of the cabinet master's office, looked at the cabinet master's secretary, and urged.

The secretary remained as calm as possible.

"The pavilion master has important matters to deal with, and he can't see guests for the time being."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Well, I know your matter is urgent, but the Pavilion Master is currently dealing with this matter, and it is equally important."

"Please be patient, it's all for the sake of the ink pavilion..."

The secretary responded one by one, his voice unhurried, no matter what these people said, he stood firmly at the door of the office, motionless.

Until...

"The city lord of Mobei City is married, and the Moge Pavilion Lord is suspected of appearing in Mobei City..."

In the next room, the sound of news suddenly came from the TV.

In the screen, Sun Wenxiao fell from mid-air, the picture froze, and in the corner of the wall, a figure disappeared in an instant.

Look at the figure...

It seems to be the rest of my life.

I don't know how Sun Wen made such a big scene, how this reporter accurately grasped the back of Yu Sheng.