"Brother, every time I come to your place, I feel like I'm in a hospital morgue!"

Opening the door, facing the overwhelming and solemn whiteness that filled his field of view, Zhuo Jun shook his head and sighed, kicked off his shoes randomly, and jumped onto the dust-free white sofa, with his legs spread out.

The big character lay down and hummed comfortably. After running around all day today, I was really a little tired.

Ah Que looked at him coldly with knife-like eyes, his expression changed several times, and he finally endured silence. He took off his shoes, changed clothes, dusted, washed, and disinfected in the cloakroom... Then he slowly walked in and looked.

Looking at the series of sweat-stained footprints left by Zhuo Jun on the floor as white as snow, his eyelids were twitching wildly.

Fortunately, it was Zhuo Jun. If it were anyone else, he would have died seven or eight times.

Zhuo Jun stretched out his feet and hung them on the white jade coffee table in front of him. He shook his head and said, "What entertainment activities have been arranged for me to catch the wind and wash away the dust in the evening?"

Ah Que ignored him and took out the black and white antique harmonica from his body. Then he took out a piece of fine silk with silver and white threads from the white maple solid wood cabinet. He lowered his head, carefully and seriously.

Wiping it gently, his eyes were as gentle as a lover's.

"Are you mistaken? This is the famous Yanjing City! I finally came here. Last time you had to perform and go on a mission. This time, there was nothing wrong. You didn't show your kindness to the landlord and took me out to find it.

What a **fun place, let me criticize it from the soul to the**? Last time in a small county in Qidong, Jiang Baoye arranged for me..."

"Here I am. Don't mention that beast."

Ah Que's slightly pale fingers turned over the black and white harmonica in his hand, his eyes as cold as lightning, and he spoke word by word.

Seeing this legendary harmonica, Zhuo Jun couldn't help but shrink his eyes, shook his feet helplessly, and said nothing more.

Gou Que and Jiang Baoye are currently Zhuo Jun's two closest friends.

Needless to say, Jiang Baoye, Faxiao, who he grew up with, is his number one follower. Although he is a bastard and a level 3 hob, he has always obeyed his words and told the truth. Although Gou Que has only known this monster for four years,

They met when they were fighting to the death. In the past four years, they had fought no less than a hundred times, large and small, but their relationship was as solid as concrete.

The attitudes of these two people towards women are very different from normal people. Gou Que is arrogant and has always been a loner. In his eyes, there seems to be no difference between men and women at all. Regardless of beauty or ugliness, they are all alike.

It has nothing to do with him.

Jiang Baoye, on the other hand, is a philandering beast with no sense of moral integrity. He can kill at least a hundred people by sight. Zhuo Jun still remembers that when he was in middle school, his Chinese teacher wrote a semi-propositional essay "If there is an afterlife, I want to do..." and explained that it was not allowed.

Some ambitious children filled in the form of robots, airplanes, and trains. Children with artistic talents filled in the form of mountains, rocks, flowers, and grass. Jiang Baoye resolutely filled in "the best big meat*stick" to let the first-time wife Chinese

The teacher ran away in tears...

So Zhuo Jun had always been looking forward to what would happen if these two weirdos got together. But before he could formally introduce him, Jiang Baoye went to a nightclub to pick up girls, and happened to meet Gouqi, who was doing a mission in disguise, and then Jiang Baoye

He lay in the hospital for more than five months, almost inhumane. From then on, the two became enemies.

Zhuo Jun has always wanted to find a way to resolve it, but judging from the current situation, this task is quite difficult. He sighed secretly, changed the topic, put away his playful expression, and said seriously: "I came here this time to borrow that thing from you.

Use it."

"I'll need it for the next two days. I'll give it to you when you leave." In this regard, Ah Que was quite straightforward.

"Do you still have tasks to do recently?" Zhuo Jun's eyes lit up and he quickly came over, "Take me to play with you, just treat me as if I'm here, the entertainment projects you arranged for me..."

Except for the time when Ah Que was ordered to hunt him down four years ago, he had never actually seen him doing a mission. He had always been very curious. He was one of the only five "general" level mechanics in the world and charged up to tens of millions for a single trip.

U.S. dollars, you still have to pick and choose, how to do things.

Ah Que glanced sideways at him, flipped his hand, and a white TV remote control flew into Zhuo Jun's hand.

"Sixty-one channels. Watch whichever one you want."

…

At the same time, in the Supreme Hall on the third floor of the most famous "Starry Sky Club" in Dianhai District, a grand banquet was going on.

The protagonist of the banquet is naturally Song Qing, who just returned from Zhongzhou today.

Her carefree, straightforward and cheerful personality made her very popular among the younger generation of the Yan family, so when he heard that she was coming back today, Yan Xu casually greeted her, and more than twenty men and women who were idle and howling, rushed to the front and jumped up with roaring sports cars.

come over.

Although most of these young people are not named Yan, they all have deep connections with the Yan family. Some are direct relatives. For example, Song Qing's father Song Bochao is the son-in-law of the Yan family. Some of their fathers were promoted by the Yan family.

Born to be dependent on the Yan family, everyone has been in the same camp since childhood. They hang out and play together all day long, so they can all be regarded as juniors of the Yan family.

Of course, the center of the circle is still a direct descendant of the Yan family like Yan Xu.

"Song Qing, sister, I have really convinced you this time. You actually left as soon as you said you would. You were really willing to cut off your long hair, pretend to be a tomboy, and go to work as a policeman in that shabby place in Zhongzhou. And you did a good job.

Very good, there was a vegetative case that I handled directly, even my old man heard about it, he was lamenting to me just yesterday, Tiger father has no dog daughter, Song Tiger has a successor!"

"No, when I heard about it, my brothers made a bet that you would run back crying when you couldn't bear the pain any more, but in the end, you just managed to live a prosperous life down there. It's so shameful, look at it now, you're even famous

I heard that the Song Dynasty girls in Beijing have changed their minds from good to good and are contributing to the cause of the Republic. We are the only ones who are still here to be jealous and fool around with a few starlets. We might as well buy a piece of tofu and kill them..."

"Sister Song Qing, seeing you, brother, I finally felt a stone fall in my heart. It seems that although the conditions at the grassroots level are difficult, nutrition can still be guaranteed, and there is no obvious shrinkage in the front..."

Song Qing spat lightly, then hit the talking boy hard on the forehead with a chestnut. He raised his wine glass and shouted with high spirits: "Brothers and sisters of Yanjing, I, Song Dian, am back to kill me again——"

Song Qing was in high spirits, and the friends were very enthusiastic. They knocked on the table and shook the chairs, and drank several glasses of wine in one breath before everyone had time to stop and talk for a while.

"Third brother, it's Grandpa's birthday. Will my aunt come back?" After drinking for a while, Song Qing asked Yan Xu. After all, this is the thing she cares about most besides treating Grandpa's leg and celebrating his birthday.

, she has been unable to find a chance to bring Zhuo Jun into a fight with her little aunt.

As soon as they heard the words "little aunt", the noisy and lively people suddenly stopped, and the hall fell silent.

As the 22-year-old leader of the Special Operations Regiment, the youngest female leader in the history of the Republic, these three words brought to them, the juniors of the Yan family, an extremely complex and rich emotion from the moment they appeared.

Looking up at the high mountains, there are people who are envious and jealous, and there are people who are as fearful as a tiger...
Chapter completed!