Urban Strengthening System

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Song Lingling, who has always been alive and kicking, is like a lady today, sitting quietly under the stage, looking up at the young man, with a deep admiration in her eyes.

Wei Qianling, director of the second division of the Yan Group, grew up in the same compound as Song Lingling.

Only later one was admitted to the police academy, and one ran to serve as a soldier.

Wei Qianling was not an ordinary soldier, but a special soldier!

After several years of training in the special team, he directly served as the director of the Second Division of Qiyan Group.

The second division of the Yan Group, which is specifically responsible for dealing with the spying and counter-espionage work of Yan Guo, is able to serve as the director of this important department.

Since Wei Qianling was Song Lingling's idol from childhood, Song Lingling was so excited to see Wei Qianling, who has not seen him for a long time, in Anming County.

"Director Wei, you have a reputation." Duan Feihu shook his head. "The main credit this time can't be recorded in our Anming County Security Bureau, we are also exposed to someone's light."

"You mean that high school student named Ye Hong?"

"Yes, Director Wei, do you want to see him?"

"These excellent talents and beautiful jade are rare in Anming County, so we must see each other!"

After the commendation meeting, when hearing that Qian Qianling was going to see Yehong, Song Lingling immediately pouted: "What is that guy's good, like aliens!"

"Brother Qianling, let me tell you, that Yehong is too sick..."

Looking at the twittering Song Lingling, Wei Qianling's eyes flashed a bit of contemplation.

He didn't know how long he had not seen Song Lingling talk so eloquently about a person, especially a man.

The last man who was often hung by Song Lingling was Wei Qianling himself.

Wei Qianling increasingly wanted to meet this man named Ye Hong.

Seeing Wei Qianling's expression was somewhat unnatural, Song Lingling stopped suddenly and asked with concern: "Brother Qianling, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

Wei Qianling smiled and shook his head.

"I know! You must be too boring." Song Lingling said with a smile: "Tomorrow I will take you to visit the attractions of Anming County!"

Wei Qianling continued to shake his head and said, "Let's talk about this matter again. Today I want to visit and visit a person. You will follow me."

"Who is it?" Duan Feihu and Song Lingling asked in unison.

"Fu Huaiyong, Fu Ares."

...

Unlike the huge villa above the Cai family, Fu Huaiyong's residence is really just a small yard on the eastern outskirts.

Red bricks and white tiles, fence around the wall.

A large vegetable field is filled with colorful fruits and vegetables.

It's like an ordinary farmhouse.

Except for the breath hidden in the neighborhood.

Ye Hong just got out of the car, and when she was four or five hundred meters away from the small courtyard, she felt peeping eyes.

Ye Hong knew in his heart that these people should be the bodyguards who secretly protect Fu Huaiyong.

These bodyguards may be soldiers from a special team, or they may be practitioners from a Taoist temple or temple.

With Fu Huaiyong's status, even if he doesn't care, the upper class of Yan Guo will send people to protect him.

Yehong walked on the country road as usual, and he didn't look at the shadows in those hidden places. Even with his mastery vision, he could easily penetrate their positions.

Because if you do that, it is equivalent to trusting those guards.

Ignoring those terrifying eyes, he walked quietly to the yard and gently patted the simple wooden door.

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