C48

When the news changed the content, Lian Xi took the opportunity to turn off the television.

"Miss, do you know her?" Lian Xi helped her to calm down. It was obvious that he still had some lingering fear from the scene from a moment ago.

Jane Fan waved his hand, her stomach churning, unable to speak.

"Miss Jane, dinner is ready." Lian Bi came out of the kitchen and called out.

Lian Xi helped her walk slowly towards the dining room.

Jian Fan didn't have the slightest bit of appetite, but his heart was filled with disgust. However, Lian Bi and Xi'er worked hard. Moreover, she had plans tonight, so she ate a few bites hastily.

"I'm going to rest. Call me again if you need anything."

As soon as Jian Fan returned to his bedroom, the night came in the deep winter at an exceptionally fast rate. Especially with the gloomy weather, it was as if it was about to snow for the second time in the city.

The heating in the room did not stop for twenty-four hours. However, looking at the pine needles covered in white frost under the street light, Jane Fan couldn't help but rub his hands together.

What was Ling Chen doing now? In the office, on business, or in some nightclub, in a woman's soft country, spending money and sleeping like hell?

Jane Van pulled the curtains, blocking out all the light that came in from the outside. She stuffed The Sky Cauldron, which she had never dared to watch until now, into the family cinema, snuggled into the sofa and quietly watched.

After the movie had been played twice, she felt a bit sorry for Sun Wukong, who was jumping up and down and bragging about himself. She always said that she was like Sun Wukong, being suppressed under the Five Fingers Mountain of Ling Chen. Now that she looked back, she was not as skilled and astute as Sun Wukong. She was similar to Sun Wukong in that she sometimes thought too highly of herself.

However, if he didn't call himself Qi Tian, how could he have met an opponent like Tathagata, letting him see how powerful he was? They were stubborn people, how could they not give it a try!

Time passed so slowly that she could barely count the hairs on Sun Wukong's head before the clock struck ten.

There wasn't enough time, so Jane Fan began pacing back and forth in the room, even doing warm-up exercises.

She hadn't been on a mission in a long time, and she hadn't had any training. All the bones in his life would fall apart. This was a huge taboo in the secret service. They had never been out of training for more than three days.

He bent, stretched, and raised his legs. After countless basic movements, he was already sweating profusely in the warm room.

The clock said eleven o'clock, just right.

Jane Fan took a hot shower, washed off the sticky sweat, changed into a black sportswear, pulled her long hair up high, and went downstairs to put on the rivet sneakers she had bought earlier during her shopping frenzy.

"Miss Jane, where are you going?" Lian Xi saw the lights in the front of the living room light up. With the previous example, he hastily rushed over from the servants' room at the back.

Jane Fan grabbed the Porsche keys and said, "Master Song said he drank too much and asked me to fetch him back. Xiao-er, you stay at home. I'll go and see what's going on. Have you stewed all the wine? "

"Mm, simmer on the stove. Young master can drink it when he comes back. Miss Jane, be careful on your way. "

The white Porsche Panamera was particularly dazzling on a bleak, yellow winter night. Jian Fan stepped on the throttle and roared down the mountain.

The car stopped in the parking lot of Baohui Market on Second Ring Road. Then, Jane Fan took a taxi to the back door of Chengyou Law Firm.

It was almost midnight, and the neon lights of the city were still dazzling. Jian Fan pulled up his sportswear to cover his face for a long time. Then, he put on the black hat that he had prepared earlier and quickly unlocked the stairs, then went straight up to the fourth floor.

The building was dark and deserted. All the switches had been turned off, and the automatic doors were locked.

It was impossible to smash the glass into it, and as he ran, he hit a polished glass with a dull thud.

"It seems like there's someone here?" A man's voice was heard, followed by two pairs of quick footsteps as he walked up the stairs.

Damn, there are night guards in the building.

Jane Fan quickly observed the surrounding tunnels and disappeared from the platform on the fourth floor before the powerful beam of the flashlight swept across the corridor on the fourth floor.

The security guards looked around but didn't find anything.

"What's the matter with you? You drank too much at night, did you see a ghost?" One of the security guards complained as he smacked the other security guard on the head. Then, he went downstairs cursing.

Jian Fan quietly removed the partition from the ceiling and watched from a small crack as they completely disappeared. Only then did he heave a sigh of relief and carefully walked inside.

Relying on her memories, she managed to arrive above the wooden door of the archive room. Then, he gently opened the partition at the mouth of the air-conditioner and aimed at the camera position. He then glued the 360 ° gum in his mouth onto the camera lens without any dead angles.

She jumped off the ceiling and landed on the floor of the archive room.

The interior was densely spaced, but very orderly. Each partition was pasted with the names of those involved in the corresponding dossier. Jian Fan took out the laser flashlight and carefully looked it over one by one. He had looked through all three walls' cabinets, but could not find Ling Chen's name, not even a secret, or something similar. He was too neat, too neat, reminiscent of Song Chengyou standing in front of the court with a serious expression on his face. This kind of person was too strict. It was so easy for her to enter, so how could she have Ling Chen's file?

Jane Fan could not help but be disappointed. He returned to his original path and groped his way to Song Chengyou's office.

The safe was still in that position. Jane Fan approached it quietly and squatted down to look at the safe. She didn't have any professional equipment, so she fiddled with it, relying only on her ears to distinguish it. It was rather difficult and time-consuming.

After fiddling around for nearly half an hour, he still came up empty-handed. He had no choice but to give up and wait for Yaksha to get some professional equipment to decode it.

The church bell in Shallow Water rang one o'clock. When Jane Fan returned to Kingone empty-handed, Ling Chen still hadn't come back.

When Lian Xi heard the sound of the Porsche rushing over from the backyard, he only saw Jian Fan getting off the car.

"Miss Jane, where's the young master?" Lian Xi wrapped the clothes around Jian Fan's body. The sports coat she was wearing was indeed too thin.

Jane Fan rubbed his hands together and entered the living room. "He …" I still need to drink with Master Song, I can't pull it back. "

Lian Xi wanted to ask something, but Jane Fan had already taken off her clothes and passed it to her before going upstairs.

The bedroom was warm, but the quilt was cold. As Jane Fan sat on the edge of the bed, for the first time, he felt a faint sense of helplessness. This was something he had never felt before when she was being tortured to the point of death by Ling Chen.

He felt cold, so he decided to take a hot shower. Ye Zichen sank his body into the bathtub, causing his body to feel warm.

The fog in the bathroom evaporated until it was close to collapse. It was hard to breathe, so Jane Fan got up from the water and took out a large towel to wipe the water droplets off his head.

Jane Van sat on the edge of the bed and blew her long hair with a hairdryer. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the screen of his cellphone beside him. It was dark, without any sound.

Song Chengyou said that he called her by her name every time he got drunk. Did she hurt his heart? Should she do something for herself?

Jane Van put down the hair dryer, only half dry. Previously, it was Ling Chen who wanted to boast for her, but now that she was holding it up, she felt a little tired.

She slid under the covers, leaned against the edge of the bed, and clutched her cell phone.

Unlock the screen, open the address book, and then...

He was pretending. He was just playing the game of March, trying to get her to fall in love with him.

No way, I'll just lose. She relocked the cell phone's screen.

Available... He seemed to be serious this time, disbanding the underground powers for her words. Could it be considered as him doing all of this for her?

Why don't you call and ask? The screen was re-unlocked.

His finger landed on Ling Chen's name, but he did not press down on it.

How laughable, she had come to kill him, and he had tortured her so cruelly back then. It had only been two months, how could there be a breakthrough in her feelings? Although Ye Sha had said before he went on a mission that women would be tempted by their first man, as a trained secret service agent, how could she not be an ordinary woman?

But why, his mind kept telling him to put down his phone, but he still felt reluctant.

Jane Fan tightly closed his eyes, feeling conflicted in his heart. This really didn't resemble her!

Sigh, it's just a phone call, it doesn't mean anything.

Finally, after struggling with herself for half an hour, she pressed the dial button.

"Du …" "Du …"

At the Phantom Club.

Ling Chen drank his wine in a bad mood, not saying a word.

Song Chengyou had already hinted at a lot to her. Letting him go was already a humble request for peace, what more did she want?

There was no one on the phone, nor did she care where he had been staying the past few days.

Did she hit him and make him apologize in a low voice, saying, "I'm sorry, I was wrong"? It was incomprehensible, simply impossible to melt! How could he have any hope for such a woman?

Ling Chen bent over, his hands on his knees, and gulped down another large glass of whiskey.

"Boss, the Ling Qi Group is about to open, you have to take care of yourself."

"Scram!"

"Bam!" Soon after, the sound of glass shattering could be heard. It felt like there was a huge explosion, and wine was splattering everywhere.

Ma Wen was frightened and retreated toward the door, not daring to say another word.

After the glass was broken, Ling Chen picked up the bottle and directly drank from it. He didn't know what he was angry about. Wasn't this just a game? He didn't care about it!

In the large, luxurious room, he was the only one who drank and mutilated himself.

"Thud." The room's door was pushed open, and a gust of cold wind suddenly blew in, causing Ling Chen's expression to turn cold. His hawk-like sharp eyes did not contain the slightest hint of drunkenness as they fiercely shot at the woman who had barged in.

Su Rui was slightly stunned, but still stuck her soft waist over. "Chen, how can you drink so much?" The floor, the table, and the sofa were all filled with empty bottles and cups.

Ling Chen didn't want to answer, so he stuffed the bottle back into his mouth. A flash of disappointment appeared in his eyes, but Su Rui caught it accurately.

She gathered up the courage to drink more of his wine, her tear-stained face full of worry. "Chen, don't drink anymore. It's bad for the body."

Ling Chen glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes. "Why are you here?" Then his gaze fell on Marvin's face.

Ma Wen's face stiffened and he lowered his head. He was even breathing carefully.