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It was getting hotter and hotter, and He Feifan was standing at the gate of his yard in a linen shirt. On the east side, a pure white super alloy uranium-powered car turned around and slowly stopped in front of him.

He Feifei went up to meet him, opened the car door, and stepped out a foot. He leaned out in off-white trousers and half-carved brown Oxford shoes. It was Si Jie.

He Feifei bowed: "Branch."

Si Jie nodded, it was so hot, but he was fully dressed from head to toe, the neckline and cuffs were tightly fastened with jewel buttons, like an ascetic nun.

Behind him is the younger brother who is armed with live ammunition. He just visits the neighbor's house, but he acts like a big brother patrolling the street.

He Feifan led him through the cool corridor, around the blue swimming pool and the neatly manicured small flower garden, to the entrance of the villa, where a little fat dog was squatting, pointing at them with its round buttocks, sticking out its tongue cutely.

Fluffy, Si Jie smiled.

"Your interest?" He pointed to the puppy.

He Feifan was a little embarrassed: "That... Huanliang likes it."

Si Jie suppressed his smile: "What about others?"

"Going out." He Feifan replied, and after answering, he felt a little puzzled. Today is a rest day, and Ding Huanliang didn't say what he was doing. It seems that this is not the first time.

Entering the house, Si Jie leisurely looked at the living room, the small hall behind the living room and the game room. He Feifan thought he was looking casually, but he turned around and asked in a low voice, "Where can we talk?"

He was referring to confined spaces with surveillance systems.

He Feifei was surprised: "Not yet."

Si Jie frowned: "The president's secretary, how can there be no basic configuration."

"Yes, branch." He Feifei quickly bowed, considering the relative privacy of the bedroom on the top floor, "please follow me upstairs."

Taking the small elevator to the fourth floor, Si Jie went straight to the bathroom after entering the room, unscrewed the water valve in the bathtub, the water was running loudly, and He Feifan closed the door behind his back.

"The matter of the interrogation the day before yesterday," Si Jie's voice was so soft that he couldn't hear clearly, "you tell me the truth..."

He Feifan had no choice but to get close to him, face to face, and heard him clearly say, "Where did you find that woman?"

Being so close, He Feifei's brows twitched, his pupils shrank, revealing his secrets.

"I'm on her left. Both her legs are facing me. You can see something in the trousers. It's impossible to wear more this season. Is it a bandage?" Si Jie pressed He Feifan's ear, "Is the amputation right? How long will it bleed without a bandage?"

He Feifei was terrified and lost his voice for a while.

"President approved?"

He Feifan regained his composure and nodded.

"Is it true that there are undercover agents among the branch managers?"

He Feifei nodded again: "The preliminary judgment is that it is Guan Tieqiang."

Si Jie frowned: "Impossible," he was sure, "That guy is a shit-stirring stick, he can't do undercover work, and he doesn't have the guts."

"Impossible," He Feifan told him thoroughly, "It's him."

Si Jie looked angry: "How could you do this?" He was a little shorter than He Feifan, straightened his neck, and snorted on He Feifan's chin, "It doesn't matter to Guan Tieqiang, the real undercover agent is what matters!"

If he keeps him, the Dying Society may really be seized by Jialantang.

"Who told him to be disrespectful to you?" He Feifan looked down at him, "This time the opportunity is in our hands. If it's the other way around, can you guarantee that he won't mess with you?"

Si Jie was dumbfounded.

"It's better to act first, and then you will suffer." The bathtub was full of water, and He Feifei turned off the water valve. "Huanliang and I only follow the lead of the branch."

Si Jie seemed to be hesitating. After a long while, he cast a dark gaze over him: "I don't care about this matter, and I never knew about it."

"Of course," He Feifan brushed off the water droplets on his linen shirt, "just in case something happens, the branch can save our lives."

Si Jie didn't agree, nor refused, he walked out of the bathroom, then the bedroom, the stairs, and the gate, got into his coquettish little white car, and drove away under the scorching sun.

He Feifan watched the car drive away from the balcony of his bedroom, thought of Ding Huanliang, went downstairs to ask his younger brother, and saw that the boy who often accompanied Ding Huanliang was at home, he had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Where is Assistant Ding?" He asked.

"I don't know, you didn't call me." The younger brother replied.

"Think it through before you speak," He Feifan pulled the gun out of his back waist and held it in his hand, "I have a bad temper."

The little brother aimed at his gun, thought and thought again: "I told you... Fuzuo Ding can't spare me."

"Don't say it," He Feifan pointed his gun at him, "I can't spare you now."

The little brother was sweating profusely, and knelt down in front of him with a plop: "Assist him...in Lotus City."

Lotus City is the largest casino in Jianghan, with wine, women, and all kinds of fun. It is also a high-end hotel, and it is still a self-operated property of Jianghan Center.

He Feifei immediately called Director Wang, who was in charge of social property operations in the private sector, who was very enthusiastic and arranged for a supervisor surnamed Li to contact him.

Putting down the phone, He Feifan drove out, half an hour away, he arrived in 15 minutes, threw the car in front of the gate of Lotus City, and rushed into the lobby.

Sitting on the sofa in the lobby was a woman in a black gauze dress. She stood up slimly, with high heels seven or eight centimeters in height, with uneven bumps, and a goblin face: "Is that Secretary He?"

Superb.

He Feifei nodded, he said that he wanted to start a career, drink the best wine, have the best girl, and now the best girl is in front of him, but he turned a blind eye because of Ding Huanliang: "I want to check someone. "

Director Li smiled charmingly and invited him to the front desk.

When Ding Huanliang's name was announced, He Feifan waited impatiently. Director Li was beside him, approaching with concern, his soft chest squeezed against his arm.

"There is no record," the consumption record is blank, "Maybe it was paid by a friend who came together."

That kid is in Jianghan, and there is no one but himself, He Feifan suppressed his anger: "I want to watch the surveillance."

Director Li immediately took him to the data room. According to the appearance characteristics provided by He Feifan, after more than [-] seconds of matching, ten related videos appeared on the list, and the first few were not. It was [-]:[-] in the morning, and I met a man in a suit, that guy He Feifan.

It is Guan Tieqiang's family head.

"What items are they consuming?"

The data room fed back the time point to the front desk, and the front desk quickly sent back a message, the luxury suite, room number 3883.

"Fuck!" He Feifan pulled out his gun, put the muzzle down, and loaded it directly.

Full of murderous intent, he kicked out the door, and Director Li followed him. When Director Wang explained, she thought it was a business matter, but judging from the current situation, the president's secretary was clearly here to catch the traitor.

"Secretary He!" She was afraid of causing death, "I know him, he is the head of the western branch, Zhu Jian!"

With a bang, He Feifan fired a shot at the ceiling and turned around: "So what?"

The face was hideous with jealousy, terrible, but very manly.

She looked at him: "Secretary He, you..." She was a little vacillating, not even big or small, "You are really a lover."

Women are not big or small, and men often don't take it seriously.

He Feifan loaded the gun again, walked along the dark corridor to the elevator, and she accompanied him to the 38th floor, Room 83, the big bed bedroom, the river viewing platform full of roses, the sexy bathtub, and various immersive This is a taboo game that only senior cadres are qualified to open.

Still using the gun, with three bang bang bangs, He Feifan knocked out the electronic lock and broke in.

There was no one in the living room, and there were two glasses of champagne on the small table in Guanjiang Terrace.

"It's so fucking pleasing!" He Feifan gritted his teeth, raised his gun and rushed into the bedroom, where there was also a gun pointed at him.

Zhu Jian didn't wear a shirt, and he was dressed in blue and red patterns, and his belt was still tied tightly, and the wrinkles were not messed up.

On the bed, Ding Huanliang was already naked, and he was putting on his shirt with his head down.

"Secretary He," Zhu Jian didn't want to make a fuss, "it's just for fun."

"You don't have the fucking place to talk!" He Feifei turned to Ding Huanliang, and there were too many things he wanted to ask, but he could only say: "How many times?"

Ding Huanliang put on his trousers, picked up his coat from the ground, wiped him and was about to go out, He Feifan dropped his gun, and pulled him roughly: "I've asked you, how many fucking times!"

Zhu Jian also put down his gun, and said angrily, "For the first time, you didn't fucking do anything!"

Supervisor Li exited the room in embarrassment, followed by Ding Huanliang, and then He Feifan. They passed her one after the other, entangled, and rushed to the corridor.

Ding Huanliang shook off He Feifan and put on his suit smartly.

He Feifan stared at the beautiful and hateful figure in front of him, ran up and hugged him from behind.

It was so tight that it hurt even to breathe, but Ding Huanliang didn't say a word, pushed him away hard, and turned his head.

The corners of his eyes were bloodshot, and he lowered his voice: "He Feifei, you idiot!" His eyelashes were trembling, and his lips were trembling, "I'm going to take him down soon!"

He Feifan grabbed the front of his suit and brought him up in front of him: "I fucking disagree!"

I don't agree with him sacrificing his life to other bastards for some shit future.

Ding Huanliang knew that he didn't agree, and there were some things between them that he didn't say clearly, but there, his heart was soft in a mess, but his mouth was unfeeling: "Who are you!"

They didn't take the same elevator down, and they didn't drive the same car. He Feifan chased Ding Huanliang's taillights all the way, racing wildly.

When they got home, the two of them went upstairs and entered the bedroom one after another, slamming the door hard, competing with anyone else.

"Ding Huanliang!" He Feifei was furious.

Ding Huanliang pursed his mouth, and being silent didn't mean he was feeling better. He clenched his fists tightly, shame, fear of being chased, and ruthlessness in his bones. Many things were mixed together and twisted into one sentence: "You are not my first !"

Suddenly, He Feifan gave him a real punch on the chin: "Is that what you want to tell me!"

Ding Huanliang covered his face and raised his head, staring at him like a dog whose tail has been trampled on.

He Feifei is like a master, gentle and tough: "Don't say things that make you feel uncomfortable."

The bedroom was quiet. After a few minutes, Ding Huanliang said, "He Feifei, let me ask you, what is the most important thing for a man?"

Who is his own person to sleep with, and who is he first?No, it's power.

It is how many younger brothers are walking on the road, what kind of house they live in and what kind of car they drive, the level of bones, and how many cities are engulfed in flames when they move their fingers.

He Feifan knew the answer, and Ding Huanliang did everything he could to fight for this.

But he doesn't want to, even if he doesn't have a younger brother, a mansion, or a car.

"Bastard!" Ding Huanliang said to him viciously, with sharp canine teeth behind his slightly parted lips.

He Feifei stared into his eyes, and said something that he was ashamed to say: "We...isn't it good now, we have everything you want, and then we are together..."

Ding Huanliang quickly interrupted him, he was afraid to hear: "If I am a woman, fine!"

"But I'm not," he said, "I don't see Gentleness in my eyes, I only see Dull Cliff!"

He Feifei didn't argue with him: "Okay... I'm going to cut my head, I'll be with you, but I can't see that Zhu Jian again."

"Why?" Ding Huanliang frivolously refused, "I will meet him again, and I will personally bring down the Western Branch!"

For this, He Feifan couldn't bear it: "I'll fucking kill you!"

"Come on!" Ding Huanliang confronted him, "Go get the bone pierced now!"

They are a pair of turbulent whirlpools, meeting each other on a narrow road, neither can tear the other to pieces, and neither is willing to allow themselves to be swallowed.

Ding Huanliang turned his head away and went to the closet to get clothes: "I'll go."

He Feifan kicked the sofa: "You stay at home," he didn't take anything, "I'm leaving!"

There was another slam of the door, and Ding Huanliang stopped pulling the clothes hanger. After a few seconds, the car downstairs started, his hand loosened, and the suit fell to the ground.

The next day, Ding Huanliang didn't do anything, he just thought about these things with He Feifan, and couldn't figure it out.

After sleeping until noon the next day, he got up and went to Zhu Jian's office.

Zhu Jian was surprised when he saw him: "How dare you come?"

"Are you afraid?" Ding Huanliang smiled like a tulle burning with candle flames, and closed the door behind him, locking it.

Regardless of appearance, demeanor, tone, or accent, they are all coveted.Zhu Jian swayed out from behind the desk: "It's so clingy... I have to think about it." He grabbed the slender waist, "Is there some kind of conspiracy?"

"Conspiracy?" Ding Huanliang walked away from him, not because he was trying to get him, but because he thought of He Feifan and didn't want to be touched, "Yes!"

Zhu Jian rubbed his hands and looked at him fascinated.

"I'll give you what you want," Ding Huanliang said, "as long as you give Lancheng a word and let them destroy Jialantang."

Zhu Jian didn't expect this.

"That guy from Jialantang," Ding Huanliang pointed at Cen Zhuo with his thumb, "is my deadly enemy."

Zhu Jian suddenly realized: "By the way, you are also from Shenyang."

Moreover, he was cornered by Jialantang and escaped from Shenyang.

"But my boss advocates recruiting security." Zhu Jian said.

"That's why I'm anxious," Ding Huanliang rolled his shallow eyes, "When you recruit him, you won't be able to kill him. The thought of him dangling in front of my eyes makes my blood run cold."

Zhu Jian laughed loudly: "Yes," he promised too happily, "but there is one condition."

Ding Huanliang became suspicious.

"Last Friday, the prisoner of Jialantang was interrogated in front of the branch chief. Was it the president's intention to see the reactions of the four families?"

Ding Huanliang was noncommittal.

"I want to know," Zhu Jian said in a low voice, "The secretary's office initially judged, who is that undercover agent?"

Ding Huanliang understood, he wanted to get the Western Branch, so why didn't the Western Branch want to get him, "Well..." His mind was racing, who did the Western Branch most want to hear?

"From the video," he said, intending to give the idiot some sweetness first, "it's the north."

Zhu Jian's eyes lit up, it was too explicit and obvious: "I want to interrogate that woman myself, is there a way?"

Ding Huanliang was clear in his heart, this guy wanted to keep Si Jie's black account - it wasn't Si Jie who was undercover, so he was also charged.

He didn't comment right away.

"Fuzuo Ding," Zhu Jian said courteously, "Yesterday in Lotus City, that He Feifei yelled at you, have you had enough?"

Ding Huanliang glanced at him.

"With your ability, what kind of assistant should you be as a secretary?"

Ding Huanliang was sharpening a knife in his heart, but smiled like a flower on his face.