"This tie for the commander-in-chief is average," Chen Jinjun took a sip of tea, "who chose it without considering the commander-in-chief's image outside."
Huo Tingyu smiled: "I just took one."
Chen Jinjun didn't speak, just drank tea quietly.
Huo Tingyu didn't say anything, and watched Chen Jinjun drinking tea, his eyes filled with affection.
Chen Jinjun frowned: "The commander-in-chief doesn't treat me as a human being?"
Huo Tingyu was stunned: "Ah?"
"Don't look at me like a little pet."
Chen Jinjun raised his head slightly and looked at Huo Tingyu with raised eyebrows. An inviolable nobility spread out from her body.
Huo Tingyu was dumbfounded, knowing that Chen Jinjun didn't like to be protected, so he quickly apologized: "I won't do it next time."
Chen Jinjun stared at Huo Tingyu warningly until Zheng Wen called him over.
Chen Jinjun stood next to Zheng Wen and realized that Huo Tingyu was following him step by step.
Fortunately, Zheng Wenxue was smarter this time and prepared more gold scissors, and even several red silks of different lengths for ribbon cutting.
Huo Tingyu and Chen Jinjun stood side by side, slowly cutting the red silk with the spotlight of reporters' cameras.
This time, Chen Jinjun immediately let go after cutting the red silk, but it did not cause an embarrassing situation like the last time.
But she didn't know that Huo Tingyu's suit and tie matched her so well at this moment.
It wasn't until the second article, when the newspaper was delivered to Chen's house, that Chen Jinjun realized the seriousness of the matter.
She looked at the report in the newspaper carefully. Fortunately, these reporters did not write anything, and thanks to Yu Ce's greeting, the photo of the two of them did not take up too much space, but silently set off the written report in the corner.
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Chen Jinjun put down the newspaper, feeling a little blocked.
She knew Huo Tingyu's thoughts very well, but if Huo Tingyu didn't point it out, she couldn't talk to him about it honestly.
Chen Jinjun rubbed his head with a headache.
Yuan Bao skillfully jumped onto Chen Jinjun's lap again.
Chen Jinjun naturally rubbed Yuan Bao's chin, and Yuan Bao purred comfortably.
Wangji Temple?
Somehow, this place suddenly appeared in Chen Jinjun's mind.
Chen Jinjun, who always acted resolutely, immediately asked Xu Sheng to prepare a car and go to Wangji Temple.
The monk sweeping the floor glanced at Chen Jinjun, then continued sweeping the floor without saying a word to Chen Jinjun.
Chen Jinjun walked towards the gate of Wangji Temple. The architecture of Wangji Temple is of Hui style, which is rare in Yongzhou in the northwest.
She continued walking inside and saw Master Yuanhui teaching scriptures to the young monk below in the purple bamboo forest.
Chen Jinjun stood in the distance and watched quietly.
I don’t know how long it took, but Master Yuanhui finished speaking on the scripture in his hand, and looked at Chen Jinjun through the bamboo forest with a pair of clear eyes.
Chen Jinjun stood there and bowed to Master Yuanhui from a distance.
Master Yuan Hui immediately put down his scriptures, stood up and walked towards Chen Jinjun.
As they got closer and closer, Master Yuan Hui became more certain of Chen Jinjun's identity.
He directly called out Chen Jinjun's identity: "Amitabha, should I call him Mr. Chen, or Mr. Chen?"
Chen Jinjun was quite surprised that Master Yuanhui knew his identity: "I am not a believer of Buddha, so I cannot be considered a donor."
Master Yuanhui nodded slightly: "Since my boss doesn't believe in Buddhism, why do you still come here?"
Chen Jinjun looked into Master Yuan Hui's clear and transparent eyes and felt that he had forgotten the irritability just now, and said calmly: "Just come as you like, I won't bother you too much."
"Then Master, aren't you curious as to why the poor monk knows the identity of Master?" Master Yuanhui had a distant smile on his face.
Chen Jinjun smiled slightly: "I'm curious, but I think you have your own reasons, but you still don't know what to call me?"
"The poor monk's Dharma name is Yuanhui."
"Master Yuanhui." Chen Jinjun nodded in greeting.
Master Yuanhui looked at Chen Jinjun: "My master's face is that of wealth and honor."
Chen Jinjun was the most talkative. Since the old monk knew his identity, he could easily find out his property with just a quick check. She didn't know how to answer the question.
Master Yuanhui didn't care whether Chen Jinjun answered the question, and just continued: "My host's relatives are not well-connected, but my host's life will be safe and smooth, and the danger will be averted."
Chen Jinjun frowned: "How can you just talk about a lifetime's affairs?"
Master Yuan Hui looked at Chen Jinjun's impatient expression and said slowly: "The poor monk also knows that my boss will be related to Jianghu in the future, such as... Qinghong Society."
Chen Jinjun was startled, then narrowed his eyes and looked at Master Yuanhui warily: "Who told you this?"
Master Yuanhui smiled and said nothing.
Chen Jinjun guessed one by one: "Du Yu? Xu Fanming?"
"Why should my boss bother with this?" Master Yuan Hui looked at her with a smile.
Chen Jinjun looked at Master Yuanhui and said nothing.
"The poor monk also knows that my boss is currently troubled by a certain person."
Upon hearing this, Chen Jinjun clicked his tongue and gritted his teeth in displeasure.
Master Yuanhui continued: "This is the master's calamity."
"I don't believe in fate." Chen Jinjun looked at Master Yuanhui's transparent eyes, and his heart began to beat inexplicably.
"Whether my boss believes it or not, this calamity has already come, and it's not just my boss's calamity."
Chen Jinjun snorted and said with a sneer: "Everything is caused by the human heart and has nothing to do with fate."
Master Yuan Hui nodded calmly: "My boss is right, but since this matter has already happened, it's better for me to face it seriously."
Chen Jinjun looked into Master Yuan Hui's eyes and had to admit that this old monk saw things very clearly.
She couldn't help but ask him: "What does Master Yuanhui think I should do?"
Master Yuanhui clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I can do whatever I want. This is calamity and luck."
"Who are you exactly?"
A smile that could be called compassion appeared on Master Yuanhui's face: "The poor monk is just the abbot of Wangji Temple and cannot be on the stage."
"What's your relationship with Qinghong?" Chen Jinjun's hand unconsciously touched the purse around his waist.
This Master Yuanhui is definitely related to the Qinghong Society, either Du Yu or Lei Yishan, or even a member of the Qinghong Society. She is already ready to use the Xuanfeng Order to make the old monk speak.
But Master Yuanhui could tell at a glance what doctrine Chen Jinjun was fighting, and directly reported himself: "I have no connection with the Qinghong Society, I just saved Du Yu's life before."
"What about your Wangji Temple?" Chen Jinjun looked around.
"Except for the poor monk, all of them are members of the Qinghong Society who came to Yongzhou back then."
Chen Jinjun raised his eyebrows when he heard what he said: "Zhang Gui, do you know him?"
Master Yuanhui clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, this person is a traitor to the Qinghong Society, and he does not dare to set foot within the ten miles radius of Wangji Temple."
Chen Jinjun frowned. Now almost everyone has no news about Zhang Gui. If he can't find his people, how can he avenge the past?