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Ye Xiong cursed and went downstairs. Old Bonnie's family was having breakfast. When he saw him go downstairs, Alisa quickly stood up.

"Mr. Ye, why don't you have breakfast before leaving?"

"No need, thank you Miss Alisha for your kindness. My friend is still waiting for me outside." Ye Xiong refused.

Alyssa showed a regretful expression on her face: "Mr. Ye, then I won't bother you anymore, goodbye."

"Mr. Ye, go slowly." Old Bonnie said.

When he walked out of the villa door, Ye Xiong saw a sports car with a red car parked on the side of the road at a glance, very arrogant.

The car window opened, Guo Furong was wearing red makeup and looked extremely domineering.

"Wow, it turns out that the media agent is so rich!"

The car is worth at least 500,000 US dollars, and he didn't expect Guo Furong to drive such a good car.

"This is a special car from the CIA. How about it? Is it enough to give you face?"

Guo Furong took off her glasses and showed her charming eyes.

"Is this what the CIA means, or you are good at making decisions? I am not so famous in the media country." Ye Xiong smiled and sat in the car.

"You are very famous, but you don't know." Guo Furong asked while driving, "Did you have breakfast?"

"Old Bonnie invites me for breakfast, I know you will definitely treat me, so I refused, don't say you've eaten?"

"You said so, how dare I admit to eating it?" Guo Furong smiled.

Under Guo Furong's leadership, the two found a famous breakfast shop.

"Good brother, did you succeed last night?" Guo Furong asked suddenly.

Ye Xiong's face turned dark. What does Guo Furong mean? As soon as he came, he asked himself these words. Do you want to interrogate him?

"Am I such a casual person?" Ye Xiong was upright and upright.

"If you don't do it, there will be no casual men in the world." Guo Furong giggled and pointed at the wrench: "If you don't talk about your authentic girlfriend Yang Xinyi, I know Du Yuehua, Yang Xiaoqiao, and that female policewoman.

I'm afraid I can't count how many I know."

"Just three, let you know."

"I'm not your wife, what's there to be afraid of? Tell me, how many more?" Guo Furong smiled.

"Believe it or not."

Ye Xiong didn't want to talk to her about these unnutritional topics, so he got to the point: "Did the CIA ask anything from the iron wolf's mouth?"

"Don't mention it. The CIA tried it all night and didn't bring up any valuable words from him. No matter what means he used, he just refused to say it. By the way, is it true that you said you had the interrogation?"

"I did ask something out of the iron wolf, but I don't know if it's true."

"My God, how did you interrogate it? The CIA people used all their means and couldn't ask anything." Guo Furong asked in shock.

"This is my secret method of forcing confession, I can't tell you." Ye Xiong kept it a secret.

"You will talk to the old witch later, otherwise she will definitely be unhappy. She is an old woman who is very proud of her face." Guo Furong warned him in advance.

"Old witch?"

"The Director of the CIA, a woman who is almost fifty years old and suffers from menopause syndrome."

Ye Xiong couldn't help laughing, but he didn't expect Guo Furong to comment on her immediate boss like this.

"If she hears it, you're going to leave by rolling the bed and leaving. Are there anyone who scolds your boss like that?"

"That's better, I'll be with you then." Guo Furong didn't care at all.

"No problem, a woman as capable as 'fucking' as you, my door is open for you at any time."

When he said the word "dry", Ye Xiong deliberately emphasized his tone and his attitude was very warm.

"I don't want to be a member of your harem group. Besides, I don't want to be controlled by anyone. Although He Mengji has some tricks, it's still far from me to manage me." Guo Furong raised her mouth and looked arrogant.

"If you don't want to be taken care of, you can be directly responsible for me." Ye Xiong said.

"Good brother, what you mean is, do you want to support your sister?" Guo Furong giggled.

"Yes, I want to support you, good sister, how much does it cost for a night?" Ye Xiong talked nonsense with her.

"No money is needed, just a marriage certificate. It seems that you have not registered with Yang Xinyi yet. As long as you register with your sister, your sister will be yours."

Speaking of these issues, Guo Furong didn't blush at all. She was indeed a mature woman, not comparable to those young little girls.

"I haven't tried marriage, how do I know if you are a shemale? How do you know if I am Tianyan? Otherwise, let's try marriage first." Ye Xiong's eyes were naked and provocative.

"You think beautifully. After you try it, you still kicked me out. I can't afford it." Guo Furong said in a word that Ye Xiong's bad thoughts.

While having breakfast, time passed quickly.

Next, Alisa took Ye Xiong to the CIA.

Ye Xiong got out of the car, looked up at a skyscraper in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh.

The media Guozhen is so rich, and the Chinese National Security Bureau is so different from this.

Under Guo Furong's leadership, Ye Xiong passed through several identity recognition levels, and then took him to a busy kilometer on the 18th floor.

Ye Xiong looked at it and found that most of the people here are civilian staff, and they should be logistics. It can be seen that Guo Furong is right that the real combat command center is not here.

"You wait here, I'll report it."

Guo Furong pointed to a chair next to her and signaled Ye Xiong to wait there.

Ye Xiong sat on the top and waited, looking around at the beauty. Unfortunately, there were not many beautiful ones, far inferior to Guo Furong.

A moment later, Guo Furong came out.

"The director asked you to go in. Remember, don't argue with her. This old woman has obsessive-compulsive disorder." Guo Furong whispered.

"I know how to do it, don't worry."

Ye Xiong walked to the office door, knocked on the door, and walked in.

There is a large office inside, with a table near the floor-to-ceiling window.

A matchmaker woman in her fifties sat there, with her blonde hair and pair of glasses. When she saw Ye Xiong coming in, she took off her glasses and stood up.

"Hello, Mr. Ye, please sit down."

Busha's voice was neither cold nor hot, and her tone contained irresistible words. In a simple sentence, you can tell that she was a woman who had been in the upper hand for a long time and was used to giving orders.

"Hello, Director." Ye Xiong greeted him in a humble and arrogant manner.

"I have an important meeting to start at 9:30." Busha looked at the time and then continued: "We still have ten minutes to chat. I won't say anything polite. Let's get to the point!"

What a domineering woman, she just came in and let herself follow her rhythm. If she was a person with a weak heart, she would probably be considering what she should say to her within just ten minutes.

Time was too tight, and every time she asked, Ye Xiong didn't have much time to think about it and was taken away with a rhythm.

This is a negotiation technique that politicians use very often.

"Then let's start. I wonder what's wrong with the director asking me to come?"
Chapter completed!