Military marriage, the last big man married the soldier king, the stronger the stronger

Some things are mysterious, such as the fate between people and blood ties.

Obviously, the original owner was gone, and a soul from another world had been injected into her body. However, the mysterious and inexplicable blood relationship was sensed by Jiang Yan unexpectedly.

"Who are you?" Jiang Yan was wary of this man of unknown origin.

Dai Dachun was stunned for a moment, and whispered, "Kid, didn't I introduce him to you? This is the leader of the National Security Bureau, who came from Beijing specifically for you."

Song Qingzhou knew that this was not what she meant.

"Director Dai, I want to talk to Jiang Zhiqing alone."

"Oh, okay." Dai Dachun just said, "You guys chat, I'll go out and tell them not to come over to disturb you."

He glanced at Jiang Yan and winked at her, indicating that she should seize the opportunity.

Being an educated youth is too hard. If there is a chance to soar to the sky, why should I stay here and suffer?

The door was closed gently, and only Jiang Yan and Song Qingzhou were in the room.

Song Qingzhou and Song Qingyun have similarities, and his eyebrows and eyes are also similar to Jiang Yan. There is some truth in the old saying that nephews are more like their uncles.

Song Qingzhou looked at Jiang Yan's eyebrows and asked softly, "I heard from Liang Xun that you have a lot of skills, but you are unwilling to join us and serve the country. Can you tell me the reason?"

"What you said is not right." Jiang Yan pulled out a chair and sat on it directly. Her relaxed look made people mistakenly think that she was here to watch a show.

"Oh? I'd like to hear the details."

"I am unwilling to return to your Guoan, but I did not say that I am unwilling to serve the country. These are two different things and should not be confused."

Song Qingzhou seemed not to have expected her to say that, and couldn't help revealing a thoughtful expression. His brows were all relaxed, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

"These are two different things?"

"Of course." Jiang Yan said without hiding anything: "I don't have any good feelings towards the people from the National Security Bureau and the National Bureau of Statistics. The National Bureau of Statistics sent a person named Jiang Yiyi to Mo Province to deal with the last Xiao Ri Zi spy incident, but what did she do? She acted like a young lady and lost her temper. Not only did she almost sabotage the operation, she also retaliated against me personally."

Song Qingzhou frowned slightly, "Jiang Yiyi?" How could he hear this name?

Jiang Yan unabashedly praised Jiang Yiyi, "Yes! You must have heard of this person. I heard that he has a strong background."

"Go on."

"Li Weixin, Deng Hao, and that Liang Xun, they are not good people."

"I won't say anything about the Li and Deng guys. They are not very capable, but they have a bad temper. They look like they are giving alms, as if letting me go to the National Bureau of Statistics is a great gift to me! They turned a blind eye to Jiang Yiyi's various behaviors and choices, but they pointed fingers at me. They look down on others with their dog eyes. This is them."

"And what else! Liang Xun should be a good person, right?"

"What a psycho!"

Far away in Beijing, at the National Security Building, several people whose names were called by Jiang Yan sneezed at the same time.

"What's wrong? Are you catching a cold?" Liang Xun sniffed and felt a chill on his back. "No, I have to make some ginger soup as a precaution."

"What kind of good man is he? If he wants to recruit talents, can't he just say so directly? He had to do this, and the whole county was put under martial law because of his idea. People's lives can't go on normally, and they are in a panic. Grassroots police comrades have to visit and set up surveillance in the wind and snow, and they can't go home for four or five days. They can't even sleep well. Is it interesting?"

"I'll talk to him."

Song Qingzhou asked these questions mainly because he wanted to get closer to Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan waved her hand. "That's your business. What I want to know now is why did you come?"

"Didn't Director Dai say that? I came here specifically to recruit talents."

Jiang Yan smiled lightly and shook her head. "You can fool others, but you can't fool me. Let's be frank. Who are you and what is your purpose?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Yan's temperament suddenly changed, and a sense of oppression emanated from her and pounced towards Song Qingzhou.

Song Qingzhou did not move, but his pupils could not help but shrink twice. Such a strong power, if he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would not even dare to believe that such a strong power could come from a twenty-year-old girl.

His heart beat wildly for a few times, but soon calmed down.

Song Qingzhou took out a thick envelope from the briefcase he brought and placed it on the table opposite Jiang Yan.

"You might be more interested in what's inside."

Jiang Yan secretly activated her clairvoyance ability and looked at the envelope, which contained several old photos. She took the envelope and poured out all the photos inside.

In the photo, a girl who looks 80% like her is sitting under a tree. She is wearing a plaid dress, holding a book in her hands, and smiling sweetly, like a lady from a noble family who has walked out of a painting of court ladies.

Jiang Yan picked up the photo and looked at it carefully, and found that except for her temperament, her facial features and face shape were almost as if they were cut from the same mold.

The relationship between the two people can basically be determined. The photo is very old, at least more than 20 years old, and is from the same period as the photo she found from He Lijun.

The second photo should be a wedding photo. The woman is wearing a Lenin suit, pigtails, a red flower on her chest, and light makeup.

This is a torn photo, with the other half cut off.

Jiang Yan raised her eyebrows slightly, thinking that the other half should be the original owner's scumbag father, right?

Jiang Yan looked at all the photos and put them back into the envelope. "Who are you to her? What do you mean by showing me these photos?"

"My name is Song Qingzhou, her name is Song Qingyun, she is my biological sister."

Jiang Yan was silent for a moment. "Because we look alike, did you come here specially?"

"Yes and no."

"What do you mean?"

"My sister is no longer with us. She was deficient in energy and blood after giving birth, and she was in a bad mood. She became seriously ill and passed away within half a year." Song Qingzhou said, "Her child was born stillborn and deformed."

Jiang Yan only said: "So she couldn't accept this fact, so she died because of the knot in her heart?"

When she said this, her voice was soft and she looked like an ordinary girl of her age.

Song Qingzhou was a little excited. "Her death was also strange. It's just that I was not with her when she died. When I came back to investigate, she had already... everything had returned to normal."

"I suspect that someone replaced her child. They deliberately placed a dead baby next to her and replaced her child. I had this idea before, and after meeting you, this idea became even stronger."

Hearing this, Jiang Yan took out the photo from his pocket and gently placed it on the table...