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Yan Junge propped up one arm on the table and tilted his head to look at Chen Hao, and exclaimed, "Is this a specialization in the art?"

"Look at what's inside. Let this bastard burn a CD and set a password."

One minute later,

",,,"

The air seemed to be frozen. Chen Hao looked at Zhang Yiyan, but he only glanced at him without even frowning.

Looking at Yan Junge again, he almost broke his silver teeth, "This bastard, you don't even want to have a bad face." The password just now also looked familiar, as if it was Yan Yan's birthday.

&*……%￥&……****** (swearing very dirty words)

The output was so breathtaking that Zhang Yiyan raised his eyebrows. This person seemed to have cursed so many times without repeating a single word. This could be considered a skill.

Grass??????????

"Ahem, Brother Yan, are you still playing?" Chen Hao looked at the screen that was still playing with some embarrassment.

On the screen are the activities and speeches that Zhang Yiyan participated in during school. Basically, people will be arranged to take photos and videos, answer questions in other classes, and even walk and drink water.

Looking at the progress of 150 minutes, Zhang Yiyan said without thinking, "Quickly forward."

"Ah, okay." Chen Hao immediately clicked on double speed. When he looked at Zhang Yiyan again, the latter motioned for him to speed up again.

"it is good."

After a quick glance at the previous content, it was indeed Zhang Yiyan, but when the playback reached 134 minutes, the screen suddenly went black, and a minute later, a blurry video appeared, which looked like a candid video.

The three of them looked at each other for a few times. Yan Junge stood up straight and said in a deep voice, "Chen Hao, send me the last 15 minutes of video alone. I will go find Bureau Zheng now."

"Yes."

Chen Hao intercepted the video and made a backup, and then passed it to Yan Junge. He went out without stopping or asking questions.

Zhang Yiyan stretched out his hand with a calm expression, "Give it to me, I'll handle it."

"Yanyan, this person looks very dangerous. Let's let people from the special department handle it." Yan Junge squeezed his phone tightly. He was afraid that Zhang Yiyan would be in danger if he handled it.

Thinking about the content of the video just now, I could handle it, but seeing how nervous he was, forget it. Then he nodded and said, "Give me a copy. I will send it to the master, and he will arrange for people from the special department."

"Ah, okay, I'll just send it to the master. I added his contact information last time." Yan Junge prepared many words to persuade him, but he agreed so readily.

"When did you become my master?" He felt very surprised. The master looked easy-going, but he was not friendly with everyone.

"Hehe, master thinks I am honest, reliable and safe, so you can rest assured if you entrust me to take care of you." Yan Jungla pulled him to sit on the sofa and showed the phone interface. It was indeed Zhang Tianyuan.

I sent it to the other party and briefly explained the matter, and the other party responded with a [cool] emoticon.

. . .

"Yanyan, Master, has he always been like this?" He asked Zhang Tianyuan a lot of things about Zhang Yiyan, and the other person would send a ridiculous emoticon after his picky answers.

Zhang Yiyan looked at his sliding interface and slowly raised the corners of his lips, "Master should like you quite a lot."

"Yeah, I'm so lovable."

The two chatted casually for a few words, then got up and went downstairs together. It was getting dark now, and people who had gone out to work came back one after another.

Huang Yong was lying on the chair with his eyes closed, with a look of despair on his face, while Le Sheng was lying on the table, sobbing from time to time.

"What's wrong? You look like you've been sucked dry. Tsk, tsk, tsk," Yan Jung pulled the chair aside for Zhang Yiyan to sit on, and sat next to him.

"Can you two do it? Look at our Haozi, he is in high spirits."

Le Sheng looked at the computer non-stop, his eyes were so dry that he sat upright suddenly, staring blankly at the sky, with a look of bitterness and hatred on his face, "Brother Yan, I'm going blind."

"I haven't watched as many porn movies in the past 25 years as I did in these two days. These two are really beasts."

"My eyes are sore and dry now. Am I going to get a puncture?"

After howling for a while, he lay down on the chair again, covering his chest with his hands, "My pure heart has been impacted, I am not clean anymore, wuwuwu."

Seeing his appearance, Zhang Yiyan couldn't help but laugh, turned his head and glanced at him, took out a small bottle from his sleeve, poured out a pill, "Here you go, put it in warm water and cleanse your face."

Le Sheng's eyes lit up, he stood up like a carp, took it with both hands and held it in his palms, "Thank you, Brother Zhang."

After saying that, he went out to get some water to wash his face. Huang Yong suddenly opened his eyes, "Lele, are you afraid that I can see you..., um, um?"

Apparently remembering the potion that the female ghost used when he saw it in the girls' dormitory, Le Sheng shuddered.

Forehead,,,

Seeing his hesitation, Huang Yong grabbed it and ran out of the office with a smile, "Let your brother Huang help you try the effect."

"Damn it, take your life." He reacted and immediately chased him out.

Zhang Yiyan smiled as he watched the two of them playing tricks, then looked at Chen Hao and said, "Go quickly."

"okay."

At this moment, they were the only two people left in the office. Yan Junge pushed the back of his chair and asked him to face him, "Yanyan, what are those pills?"

It looked familiar, as if Yanyan had used the same pills to soak his eyes when he was injured.

"That time your eye was hurt by sand..."

Zhang Yiyan nodded, "Medicine to clear your mind and improve your eyesight."

Thinking of the situation at that time, Yan Junge had a bad expression. He raised his hand and gently supported his thin shoulder. He blocked a punch for himself on the right side and a shot on the left side.

He leaned over and looked closely at those beautiful and clear eyes, also because he was injured.

My heart felt unbearably sore for a moment, so I gently held his shoulders and half-hugged him into my arms, my voice a little muffled, "Yanyan, you have suffered a lot of injuries because of me."

He buried his chin into Zhang Yiyan's neck and rubbed it gently, "Yanyan, am I so useless?"

Feeling his emotions, the person in his arms sighed silently in his heart, even though he was injured, he was not depressed.

She rubbed his big head and comforted him softly, "It's over. I'm fine now. And because of your yang energy, my skills have improved."

Putting his forehead against his forehead, he blinked his peach blossom eyes, "Yanyan, is it true?"

"Really." He raised his lips and smiled, "You look like a big, wronged dog."

Although he has never raised a dog, his appearance really looks like the one in the dog-raising video he shared online.

The big head pushed forward hard, and the macho man acted coquettishly (???????) "Yanyan~~~"

I don't want to be a big dog. Yanyan seems to like cats and dogs very much.

Pulling some distance away, his big hands caressed his soft cheeks, his voice was ambiguous and bewitching, "Yanyan, do you want to spend some time with your Yang Qi?"