Dramatic self-cultivation [Quick Transmigration]

The office of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is very empty and designed with a sense of technology. The various trophies in the lockers against the wall are dazzling.

Bancuntou was wearing a green military uniform and a three-star medal on his shoulder. He put the teacup back on the table, and then opened the seat for Qin Zhun himself: "Third Prince, please sit down."

Although he was no longer working here, Qin Zhun's attitude was obviously very useful to him. He sat down and asked dignifiedly, "How is the situation of the military department recently?"

Bancuntou rolled his eyes: "It's no different from before."

Qin Zhun didn't talk nonsense, and went straight to the point: "I want four passports, can I get them?"

While speaking, he took out a check from his pocket and slowly pushed it over.

The interaction between the two has always been like this, Bancuntou is in charge of doing things, while Qin Zhun is in charge of providing money.

Bancuntou turned his eyes around the check amount, suppressed the fleeting light in his eyes, crossed his hands on his chest, and said with a smile: "Why bother you to go out for such a trivial matter?"

Qin Zhun had a full view of the opponent's small movements, and he curled his lips: "Accompanies the old marshal to come back and go around, just stop by."

Bancuntou got up and poured Qin Zhun a cup of tea, brushed the check on the table with his fingers, put it in his pocket, and said respectfully, "Wait a moment, I'll go and handle it for you."

The two have been able to work together for so long, apart from a clear division of labor, Qin Zhun was able to pick him out of thousands of people because he was more efficient in doing things.

Qin Zhun was obviously very satisfied with this speed, and it was not a problem at all if he could solve it with money.

Sure enough, he was not disappointed, about 10 minutes later, Bancuntou walked in with a wooden box, and put the box in front of Qin Zhun.

Qin Zhun lifted up the wooden box and took a look. The four certificates were neatly stacked, with Qin Bohuai's seal stamped on them.

With them, the relationship between Qin Zhun and the Zerg can be further maintained.

Let alone a little Makino, even if he wants to further compete with Qin Bohuai in the future, it is not impossible.

Qin Zhun curled the corners of his lips in satisfaction.

Knowing Qin Zhun's biggest secret, Shen Xinglan already had a plan.

A lot of information was piled up on the optical brain waiting to be processed. He glanced at it and saw a push message—the Rolling Stone Bar caught fire due to unknown reasons, and many people were killed or injured.

There are a few pictures at the bottom of the news, the scene of the fire is shocking, all the pillars on the wall were burnt upside down, and the scorched black smoke spread all over the corners like a net, baring their teeth and claws.

The Rolling Stone Bar has a deep background and a wide network of contacts. How could it start a fire when it is said to be on fire?

The main reason is that this timing is so coincidental that it's hard not to think about it.

——The incident was revealed, and M wanted to use a big fire to cover up something, or to attract the attention of others.

But his wishful thinking was doomed to fail, the communicator was not at the bar, but was stolen by Shen Xinglan.

Shen Xinglan's long eyelashes drooped, she changed her sitting position, and then flipped her fingers downwards. Among a large number of colleagues, students, and entertainment news push, one of the messages was extremely brief.

[back at nine o'clock]

From Qinbohuai.

For some reason, among so many dazzling news, Shen Xinglan only caught a glimpse of it.

He put away his optical brain, walked out in his slippers, and went to the refrigerator to check the remaining ingredients. He hadn't gone to the supermarket for a few days, and there was only half a carrot, half a cabbage, and a small piece of pork belly left in it.

Shen Xinglan decided to go out to look at Muyu and buy vegetables by the way.

Muyu's hiding place is very hidden. He specially found a small pond for her in the nearby forest for easy care.

Every time he approached, only when he heard familiar footsteps and voices, the pastoral language would come out.

Today is no exception.

Ripples appeared on the calm water, a wet head emerged from the water, Mu Yu swayed forward, and swam nimbly to the shore.

The light was dim, insects were buzzing in the forest, and the little girl was lying on the edge of the grass, her face soaked in water was white.

"Brother." She raised her head and called him, Shen Xinglan reached out to help her smooth her hair behind her ears, and then took out a basket of food for her, which contained Mu Yu's favorite dried fish, which was dried and topped with a unique sauce Material, exudes attractive fragrance.

Mu Yu, who was lying on the grass, glanced at it, but she was not interested. She moved her lips, as if she wanted to say something.

Shen Xinglan noticed what she had said, so she fell silent and asked, "Want to eat something else?"

In the past, when sending small dried fish, Mu Yu would be elated and very satisfied.

Mu Yu shook her head, she looked sleepy, her lips were colorless, she tried her best to support her body, and said softly, "I... just feel tight in my chest."

As a mermaid with the power of prophecy, her body will give signs before certain things come. The last time she felt extremely uncomfortable was when Makino got married.

Shen Xinglan raised his hand to touch her forehead, but when he stretched his hand halfway, he realized that the mermaid's illness is different from that of ordinary people. Ordinary human beings are considered to have a fever when their body temperature exceeds 37 degrees Celsius.

But for mermaids, if the body temperature is higher than the normal water temperature, it is considered a fever, and it cannot be felt with hands.

In the pond, Mu Yu blinked her eyes and looked at him silently. The tail of the fish swayed in the water, causing a circle of splashes. She turned her head to comfort him:

"It's not a big deal, it will be fine in a while, brother must be careful these days, don't go out if you can."

Perhaps it is the telepathy between siblings. Since childhood, although Muye is an older brother, all the future that Muyu can predict are related to Muye, like his patron saint.

It was indeed a troubled time recently, Shen Xinglan nodded, and in order to reassure her, he took out an elliptical communicator from his pocket:

"This is for you, the other half is with me, if I am safe, it will always be yellow."

On the oval communicator, there was also a little yellow duck pattern, and that soft halo fell into Mu Yu's palm, illuminating her eyebrows and eyes.

Frowning brows finally relaxed, Mu Yu held it in both hands, and curled the corners of his lips: "Okay."

After comforting the little girl, Shen Xinglan went to the supermarket to buy vegetables. After living together for so long, he could almost figure out Qin Bohuai's taste. He picked some steak, pork, and broccoli.

After paying at the self-service cashier, Shen Xinglan walked out with her shopping bag and stopped at the gate.

Just for a while, it rained outside, and the rain weaved obliquely, as thin as silver needles, splashing water on the ground.

He had no choice but to go back and buy another umbrella, holding the umbrella in one hand and carrying the shopping bag in the other.

The supermarket is not far from the Marshal's Mansion, only 10 minutes away.

On a rainy day, Shen Xinglan walked very slowly. When passing the corner, a voice suddenly came through the rain curtain: "Do you want to buy vegetables?"

The rain was splashing, and the river flowing like a stream spread from the feet, and the fingers holding the handle of the pure black umbrella were lifted up, revealing the view outside the umbrella.

There was an eaves at the corner, and a basket was placed beside the column, which was full of vegetables. The thin and shriveled old lady squatted behind the basket, looked at Shen Xinglan, and said again: "Buy some."

Selling vegetables on a rainy day is pitiful.

This thought crossed Shen Xinglan's mind, but he said, "It's raining heavily, so you can come out again when the weather clears."

In the cold wind, the old lady shrank her body, curled up inside, and muttered: "I have to make money to see a doctor for my grandson..."

The voice was very soft, if Shen Xinglan who passed by her hadn't had good hearing, she wouldn't have heard these words at all.

The rain fell heavily, and it fell around the baskets, wetting the leaves of the vegetables. The old lady put the baskets in, and there were steps under the baskets.

I didn't pay attention when I pulled it, the basket was turned inside out, and most of the leaves of the vegetables were poured out, and the rain fell instantly, soaking the leaves.

The old lady groaned, and anxiously picked up the few leaves with her withered fingers. Her vision was blurred by the heavy rain, but she didn't care at all.

Vegetable leaves are mixed with mud, and they are already dirty. Ordinary people would never buy them, but for the old lady, they are the only life-saving straw.

Picking up the leaf, she wiped it with her sleeve cherishingly, then put it back, followed by the next one, and the next one.

When the number of slices was uncountable, the rain suddenly stopped on the drenched old lady's head.

She raised her head, her eyes reflected the shadow of the young man who had just walked past.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky, thunder and lightning boiled, the young man had silver hair and snow skin, a good face, dark green eyes silently drooping down, and landed on the pile of vegetables.

The torrential rain was completely blocked by the umbrella, and only the crackling sound could be heard for a while.

Shen Xinglan's lips moved: "I happen to be short of a dish."

The old lady hurriedly stood up, looked at the vegetables in the basket, waved her hands anxiously and said, "It's already rotten, don't sell it, don't sell it."

"It's okay." Shen Xinglan said gently, "I have bad teeth and like to eat rotten dishes."

The old lady looked at him dubiously, without hesitating for too long, her grandson living in the hospital was still waiting for medical bills.

What's more, the person in front of her felt so gentle to her, like spring breeze turning into rain, as if he would regret if he didn't sell it to him.

When he returned with the vegetables, he had another bag in his hand, so Shen Xinglan walked even slower.

People living in this area are either rich or expensive. The weather is bad, and there is no one on the street. Occasionally, a hovering car passes by quickly, and there is no water splash.

Walking slowly, with heavy bags in his hands, Shen Xinglan was having a bit of difficulty walking, the Marshal's Mansion was in front of him, he stopped every three steps, panting slightly.

Steady pace, just about to continue forward, suddenly a familiar and pleasant smell came from behind.

Shen Xinglan turned around, the man was holding a black umbrella, and the floating car door was closed behind him. He was tall and imposing. He glanced at him with his head slightly lowered, and chuckled.

Shen Xinglan inexplicably had the illusion of being laughed at from the distance.

He was calm and not at all unhappy, and said along the way: "Brother Bohuai, you are back."

Shen Xinglan shook the shopping bag in his hand, and said softly, "This is so heavy, I can't lift it, can you help me?"

The soft and charming voice unique to the mermaid penetrates the fine rain curtain and reaches Qin Bohuai's ears, like a hook for ecstasy.

From a few steps away, those eyes seemed to be filled with water, and they stared straight at him, as if they couldn't do without him.

The laziness of watching jokes just after getting out of the car suddenly dissipated.

Qin Bohuai walked up to him, leaned over slightly, hooked his fingers over the handle of the shopping bag, but did not use any force.

The two of them were surrounded by rain, and the rain and fog filled the air. In the small space propped up by the two umbrellas, their breaths intertwined and intertwined.

In the dim light, the man's side face was sharp and cold, with a deep outline, and his movements paused for a few seconds. He whispered: "Call brother again to listen."