Ten minutes later, the car from the General Office Office's field team arrived at the entrance of the cafeteria, and opposite was a snail-shaped theater, covering a large area, and the smooth lines made the little animal with a shell more casual and elegant, crawling quietly in the night.

Xing Jun has already stood by the door, and I don’t know if he is busy recently. He looks much thinner than when he met at Mingjing Resort last month. His black hair has been longer and hung on his shoulders. It should be a hairstylist who helped him trim it. His fine forehead hair was gently placed on the corners of his eyes, which looked very elegant but not decadent. However, he seemed to be thinking about something, and he was very confused. His eyes were slightly lowered, and half of his person was surrounded by the shadow of the roadside sign. The feeling of depression became more and more prominent. I don’t know if it was because of his experience or his appearance. There were many women looking at him in the crowd passing by, and the expression on his face was basically a look of wanting to comfort him.

"Uncle!" As soon as the car stopped, Fei Rong opened the car door and rushed out, rushed over and hugged him, as happy as a child, "Uncle, uncle, uncle~"

Xing Jun was slightly shaken by her, but she had no intention of getting angry. Instead, she smiled significantly more relaxed and said hello to Fei Rong in a low voice. Although the two looked like brothers and sisters on the surface, Xing Jun's look was similar to looking at his own daughter. Zhu Mengtian glanced at him and said sourly: "Okay, I finally know why last time I broke the news that Rongzi won the Armwalking Competition at school. Looking back, my first love history was exposed." There is a "father" of the boss of the intelligence organization!

"Don't be envious, jealous, and hate him," Di Bingqiao teased him, "Who made you not cute enough? Even your gender is a mistake."

Zhu Mengtian: "…Where are colleagues in love?"

Di Bingqiao laughed, "Put it in the hot pot and eat it later!"

Everyone in the field team of the General Office got out of the car and greeted Xing Jun. Feng Rong looked at Fei Rong who was stuck to Xing Jun. It was a bit funny. I don’t know if Fei Rong’s first task when she joined the field team of the General Office was Xing Jun to help her, so she had a very good impression of him. She always looked like a "uncle" and "uncle" after, even though she looked like a young man in her twenties and thirties, she later worked very much for about two years. She only kept seeing Fei Rong’s gift during festivals. Feng Rong thought that the little girl didn’t remember anything. Unexpectedly, she met her frequently recently, and Fei Rong became more and more intimate with the other party. She probably would have been jealous when she saw her. Xing Jun seemed to have a mentality of raising a daughter to her, and she always looked doting when she met her.

"Uncle, don't you have to eat by the seaside?" Fei Rong asked.

Xing Jun replied with a good temper: "He has eaten it and is staying in the hotel."

"Xing Jun, don't you need to dress up and go out?" Ding Youlan looked at him curiously as he appeared so generously across the venue where the performance was about to be performed. There was a poster of his concert hanging at the door of the Wohuang Grand Theater, but there was no front-facing photo, just a side face playing the piano, so melancholy and charming that many people who were not interested in the piano couldn't help but stop.

Xing Jun was amused and crying, "I'm not a star, they can't recognize me."

Perhaps because of another profession, Xing Jun is very famous as a pianist, but he is very low-key. His piano is much more famous than him. He rarely accepts interviews, fan signatures and other activities, and is not allowed to take photos during performances, so the outside world really doesn't find any clear photos of him on the front.

"Okay, let's talk later," Lin Yingkong snapped his fingers and pulled their attention over, "Rongzi has settled his seat, right? Don't block other guests at the door."

Speaking of food, the General Office Office Department’s field team is definitely the most active. When I went in and chose a good seat and ordered the soup, everyone scattered and took out their favorite hot pot ingredients. Lin Yingkong also went, and the minister’s taste was naturally the one he was most familiar with, so there were only Feng Rong and Xing Jun left on the seat. Xing Jun smiled a little cunningly: "Although I said it last time, I will make a formal statement this time. Congratulations to Minister Angry and Assistant Lin for achieving success."

Feng Rong had gone from being slightly embarrassed to being used to this sentence. He thought for a while and said, "Actually, I should give you a matchmaker red envelope when I was at Sansang Academy." He didn't think about anything at that time. Later, he helped Lin Yingkong solve it in the secret room... After that, cough cough, then he suddenly thought of Xing Jun's words and realized what the feelings in Lin Yingkong's eyes were.

Xing Jun was stunned at first, and then he thought of the time he joked, "Minister An, your assistant likes you?" He was indeed unintentional at that time, but he didn't expect their reactions to be very interesting. Xing Jun bent his eyebrows and said, "I hope I don't have a good intention to do bad things. Is Minister An, still satisfied with his current life?"

At that time, I felt that the sky suddenly fell, and so many things happened later. At one point, he thought that feelings would be the poison to kill him. As for now... Feng Rong looked at the man who stood out among a group of southerners in the food area. He was carefully picking the ingredients that were about to be put into the pot. His soft eyebrows were particularly attractive. Feng Rong bent his eyebrows involuntarily. His lip line was already soft. With such a smile, the sharp outline was immediately melted, which amazed everyone, "Well, I have always understood one truth, be content." This may not be the best of all the results, but it is the one he is most willing to try.

Xing Jun deliberately used a tissue to cover half of his face, revealing his narrow eyes, "Minister An, please don't tell Assistant Lin that I am making fun of you, you are attracting bees and butterflies yourself."

Feng Rong was really helpless in making fun of him, and then he suddenly thought about what happened just now. He casually said: "Xing Jun, you have a good relationship with Rongzi."

Xing Jun was stunned and then laughed, "As Rongzi's immediate boss, have you had an occupational disease attack? You don't doubt that I have any thoughts about a girl who is twenty years younger than me, right?"

Feng Rong thoughtfully, "It seems that we have known each other for a long time..." But your relationship is obviously better.

Xing Jun was a little amused and laughed, "Okay, you care about your good ministers. You don't have to think too much. I just think Rongzi and Bian Hai have a very similar personality."

"..." Feng Rong was obviously stunned, "Bianhai?" The legendary mysterious man actually looked very similar to Fei Rong's reckless personality? The minister said that he could not imagine it.

Xing Jun knew what he was thinking when he looked at his expression. He couldn't help but shake his head, "I really don't know what Bian Hai has impressed you. He is just a silly man..." He said that, his expression became obviously gentle, his eyebrows and eyes were soothing, and his deep feelings were imprinted in every subtle pattern at the corner of his eyes.

Feng Rong could already understand that emotion. Every time Lin Yingkong called him, he had this kind of emotion on his face. Xing Jun and Bian Hai... should be very happy, right?

"Uncle, what are you talking about?" Fei Rong was the first to come back, carrying a large plate of meat, and she couldn't see any vegetarian dishes. Xing Jun and Feng Rong felt very full at a glance, and sighed that the energy of foodies should indeed not be underestimated.

"It's nothing. You're talking about whether you want to call me godfather," Xing Jun helped her take the plate and put it on the table, half-funny, "If you are willing, I will leave my little business to you in the future."

That little business is not small at all. Intelligence organizations are not that easy to do. If someone picks up such an organization for nothing, it would be crazy. However, Fei Rong's focus is obviously not here. "What kind of godfather, just your face, it's easy to misunderstand it once you stand out, okay?"

Xing Jun was ridiculous by her association ability, "Where did you think of you little girl..."

Lin Yingkong came back a few steps later, obviously he had heard their conversation, with a smile on his face, "Xing Jun, you are so full of fatherly love. Are you planning to have a baby with your family? The research institute under the Ling Logistics Group welcomes you. The project of having two men with a baby is simple for them. If you join the Ling Security Bureau, there will be a free place for the first time~"

His attentive advertisement made Xing Jun pause for a moment, and then naturally continued: "No, it's harder to raise it. Isn't it better to have a ready-made one?"

Fei Rong was still protesting: "Uncle, don't think I'm a child!"

So the dinner was very lively, and Xing Jun also did not ask why they appeared here with a proper sense. It was not until Feng Rong took the initiative to mention this topic that he said: "I have heard of this case in City N. It's quite evil, and I have no good clues to sell to you... By the way, have you just contacted the great disciples of the Demon-Eliminated Dai family?"

"Dai Fanxu?" Lin Yingkong thought of the mission scene a few days ago - in fact, he was just shocked - the eldest disciple of the Dai family.

"Well, the family you are investigating has something to do with him," Xing Jun recalled, "It seems to be the descendants of that family. I don't remember it very clearly. Didn't the Dai family like to kidnap talented cubs according to tradition? They just leave a letter to others saying that children have a fairy fate, or something. "The times are different now, so they can't get a kidnap. They must get into trouble if they call the police at any time. The Dai family does not agree with the existence of the Spirit Security Bureau, but it does not mean that they can despise the laws and regulations that the entire supernatural community must follow. "Dai Cinxu was taken away more than thirty years ago. Later, he was recognized by the family on the road, but he didn't seem to be planning to recognize them."

Zhu Mengtian heard this and tweeted, "It's another annual bloody drama, cutting off love and becoming an immortal."

Xing Jun shrugged, "I don't know this."

Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong looked at each other - there was a problem in City Q, and something happened in City N, and it also involved one of the future candidates for the head of a supernatural family. They were all related to "transparent people". Is this just a coincidence?

After eating and drinking, the field team of the General Office Office separated from Xing Jun. The hotel they stayed in was not the same as the other party. Although Fei Rong kept complaining about Xing Jun's desire to be her godfather, she was reluctant to leave when she was separated. Xing Jun touched her head and asked her to complete the task, and also gave her a stack of tickets to the concert. If you have time in the next few nights, you can go to the piano website to relax. Unfortunately, Fei Rong probably has little chance of going there. The General Office Office Office Office Office Office did not have a normal rest when it was on duty. I don't know how long this case can be delayed.

Zhu Mengtian laughed at her, "You might as well be his goddaughter, Rongzi's little niece~" They had a friendship with Xing Jun, and Xing Jun's daughter was naturally of niece.

Fei Rong glanced at him, and then threw him into the driver's seat with another one.

It was already past twelve o'clock when the group checked in the hotel. Feng Rong went to take a shower first. When he came out, he saw that Lin Yingkong had already placed their luggage and was putting the documents and some information they wanted to use this time into his bag. Anyway, if Assistant Lin was there, he never had to worry about these trivial matters.

"Does there any new information be sent?" Feng Rong asked with a hand towel to wipe his hair that was still dripping.

"Yes, the local police station in N City sent it," Lin Yingkong handed him the two pages that had just been printed and put aside. "This is the latest death report. The body was found at about nine o'clock in the evening. They thought we had not informed us before we got off the plane. The result of the preliminary autopsy was drowning. I had already asked Bingqiao and Jingbai to go for the autopsy first."

Feng Rong nodded, without any objection to his handling measures. While taking the two pages of paper, he tucked his hair into his palms slightly shone with a tiny light. But in the blink of an eye, his hair was already dry and refreshed. Lin Yingkong looked at his movements and said, "Minister, your accuracy in controlling your spiritual power has increased again."

Feng Rong stared at the content on the paper and replied casually: "Okay, when he first broke through, he was not skilled in controlling the extra spiritual power, and now he is much better." Changes in his mood are probably one of the reasons for the cause. A few years ago, he tried hard to climb to a high position. That mood made his strength break through to level B and was accepted by level A, which can be said to be the top circle of the supernatural world. Unfortunately, he reached a height that ordinary people could not reach, but was lost in the vortex of emotions, causing his ability to stop moving forward. No matter how many times the life and death moments were at risk, he did not stimulate him to advance. But too many things have changed this year, and his mood has changed, so naturally he has the capital to accumulate strength.

Lin Yingkong was a little hesitant, "But your weapon..." The brown whip had disappeared in the Mingjing Resort by Liu Qianyun's half-life-burning strike. Otherwise, it would have produced its own spiritual consciousness in a few years. Just like the shadow beast raised in Lin Yingkong's shadow, it would be the most suitable weapon for him. "I remember my father had collected a dragon tendon of an ancient black dragon. If he made it..."

"No need." Feng Rong refused very simply.

Lin Yingkong was slightly stunned, "Minister?"

Feng Rong put down what he was in his hand and looked at him, with the other person's reflection in his eyes, as if he was focused. "You have also seen that weapons are an increase in the amount of things for others, but for the naked spiritualists, it is actually restraining us."

Lin Yingkong was silent and nodded. In fact, when he was cleaning the tide of strange beasts a few days ago, he had already felt that without the most convenient weapon, Feng Rong's control over the situation was a higher level. Lin Yingkong actually entered level A several years earlier than Feng Rong. In addition to the special nature of soul magic, he was more at ease than many people of the same level. Without fighting with their lives, Feng Rong could not resist him by relying solely on spiritual power and control over spiritual power. Moreover, the areas of the two people's expertise were completely different. However, Feng Rong that night gave him too dangerous, like a trapped beast suddenly escaped from the cage, and the imprisoned power was released at once... This is not just a matter of control, but the weapons that provide support for ordinary people have become the bondage of Feng Rong.

"Then your weapon..." Lin Yingkong couldn't help asking.

Feng Rong did not forcefully answer, "You know, Yan... Mengyan used the Fire Soul Whip."

"Oh." Lin Yingkong responded, sour. Even though he knew that that person was special to the minister, he still felt very uncomfortable. In order for him to use the same weapon as him, and this thing could limit his abilities, it was like putting a shackle on himself with his own hands...

Oh, the more you think about it, the more you feel wronged!

Seeing his assistant looking at him with a look of "You are cold and ruthless" expression, he got used to him being cute and foolish, Feng Rong smiled helplessly, leaned over and kissed his forehead, "Don't think too much, sometimes my ability is too lethal, and I do need something to restrain me, especially after a war... You know, a few years ago, I was always afraid that a heavy hand and even my companion would be injured. Now that my level has increased, I have enough self-control, so I naturally don't need it."

The dark leopard, who has always been strong, explained the whole story to him in detail in front of him as much as possible... Such treatment made Lin Yingkong's heart beat, and he raised his eyebrows with some suspicion on the surface, "So, Minister, you won't need a whip in the future?"

It’s not that he doesn’t use weapons, but that he doesn’t use whips… Feng Rong is speechless at his little thoughts and has an indescribable subtle feeling. He nods, his tone is casual, but his promise is serious, “Well, no need.”

"But..." Lin Ying was bulging, "I think you have used it for so many years, but I still feel very unhappy."

Feng Rong had a premonition that he might have said something, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "So what?"

Lin Yingkong threw him on the bed, squinted his eyes and smiled, "So Minister, you'd better let me eat it obediently, so I'll be happy."

He kissed him while talking, as if he was having fun. Feng Rong was a little itchy by him, and he was amused and teased him away, "Go and take a shower, it's almost a little, you'll get up at seven o'clock for a meeting."

Lin Yingkong muttered dissatisfiedly, "In the past, Mr. Baili and work are more important than me, but now work is more important than me. Minister, you are really biased."

Feng Rong knew that he was not really unhappy, so he hooked his neck and kissed him. Of course, Lin Yingkong refused to let go of any benefits, and immediately took the initiative in his hands. As he kissed, he saw that his hands were about to be placed in an irregular place again. Feng Rong turned over without any pressure, grabbed his collar, and threw him into the bathroom, "Okay, take a shower, I'm going to sleep."

"..." Lin Yingkong, who wanted to win his own welfare, immediately became depressed when he heard this and said miserably: "Okay, Minister, just drink the milk and go to bed, don't wait for me."

When the bathroom door closed and there was a clamor of water inside, Feng Rong returned to the bed and picked up the cup of milk that had been cast in the heat preservation. He held the cup in his hand and paused for a while. After a while, the corners of his mouth bent. He chuckled and finished drinking the cup of milk.
Chapter completed!