Sitting on the sofa for a long time, Qin Mu only heard a slight sound of closing the door, but did not see Ximen Yan and Tina. He couldn't help but turn his body sideways, lifted his eyelids and looked at the door. "《》" ()

After seeing this, Qin Mu's drunkenness disappeared immediately. Since he had traveled through time, he has been a little awe of ghosts and gods. At this moment, the woman standing at the door was dressed in a neat red dress and a playful smile that immediately made him sweat.

Yin Zhaoji! Yin Zhaoji, who was obviously supposed to commit suicide during the Great Recession of Japan! She was standing alive at the door, looking at Qin Mu with an unknown smile. Qin Mu's head was not obedient, his mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were observing Yin Zhaoji from head to toe for a long time before asking suspiciously: "Are you dead?"

Yin Zhaoji's lips curled with bitterness and game smiles, and said softly: "I am so young and haven't enjoyed my true life yet, so I naturally refuse to die."

Qin Mu took a deep breath. Even the stupidest person could hear what Yin Zhaoji meant. As the wife of the third leader of North Korea, Yin Zhaoji might not want to worry about the old man for the rest of his life and had a golden cicada escape in Japan. This is a huge situation, and a slight loophole will make people crushed.

Qin Mu wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was really scared just now. Yin Zhaoji leaned against the door, held her hands in front of her chest, and said with some consideration in her eyes: "You don't seem to be surprised."

Qin Mu shrugged, reached out to pick up the remaining wine on the table, raised his head and blew up again, then waved his hand and said, "Turn the door handle ninety degrees clockwise, and the door can open. Please close the door after you leave."

Yin Zhaoji's confused eyes immediately widened and said with a funny look: "It seems that Mr. Qin doesn't welcome me."

"I welcome a ghost!" Qin Mu's speech was gentle and seldom showing an impatient expression. Today, I drank wine, and Yin Zhaoji's appearance was indeed unexpected. Qin Mu's mood, which had been suppressed for several years, suddenly burst out: "This is a great way to play with the golden cicada. I said I advised you several times and you never give up on sexual intercourse in Japan. It turns out that you have a big idea! Why, have you put General Li's money in your account?"

Yin Zhaoji looked at Qin Mu seriously, and the expression on her face could not tell what it meant. Qin Mu did not look back and continued, "Actually, you have wanted to wipe out General Li's savings, and use the collapse of Japanese real estate and your disguised suicide, and then let the people there find nowhere to look for you. I'm very surprised. You can tell if your disguised corpse is just DNA. Do you think you can hide it like this? The most hateful thing is that you actually pulled Yun Bing into the water. You really have the courage."

Speaking of this, Qin Mu suddenly stood up and looked at Yin Zhaoji with bright eyes. But he didn't know that his eyes were full of blood at this moment, and he wished that this woman would die immediately.

Yin Zhaoji sighed quietly, her body broke away from the wall, walked to the water dispenser with a familiarity, poured a glass of pure water, and sat opposite Qin Mu. The red one-step skirt wrapped her body in an extremely charming way, her legs slightly closed, she placed the cup on her knees, and slowly said: "Most of what you guessed is right, there is only one thing you didn't say right."

Qin Mu snorted coldly and sat on the sofa, feeling a little breath in his chest, so he buttoned his shirt.

Yin Zhaoji's fingers gently rubbed the edge of the cup. She did not use cosmetics, but her hand looked unusually crystal clear under the light: "The only thing you said wrong is that I did make money in the Japanese real estate market, but I didn't leave a penny, and gave it to the old guy."

Qin Mu pursed his lips and did not respond. He couldn't understand what Yin Zhaoji came here today. He could say with certainty that if he had known Yin Zhaoji before, he would not want to admit that he knew Yin Zhaoji. This was a disaster, not a blessing.

Yin Zhaoji also saw the alert in Qin Mu's eyes, shrugged and said disrespectfully: "Okay, I admit, I left a million dollars for my own spending." She looked at Qin Mu's slightly drooping mouth, and a sharp color flashed in her eyes, and she laughed softly: "I don't think it's a big deal for me to do this. After all, I have followed him since I was eighteen years old, and I have always had some rewards."

Qin Mu didn't want to know what happened to her and General Li. He just wanted to know what Yin Zhaoji meant to come here today. If he wanted to get an identity in China, he wouldn't be the one who stood up even if he killed Qin Mu.

Yin Zhaoji put the teacup beside her lips, her lips were small and curved, revealing her firm but helpless expression. Qin Mu lit a cigarette, and if he didn't smoke a cigarette, it wouldn't be able to relieve Qin Mu's nervousness. He was not a god, and if he had to be calm and composed when he encountered such a thing, it would be a problem.

"The loophole you mentioned is actually not a loophole at all." Yin Zhaoji sighed and said softly: "My name is Yin Shuangshuang now, and he helped me with this identity." After saying that, Yin Zhaoji's eyes fell down, as if she was escaping something.

Qin Mu heard the meaning, as if Yin Zhaoji had a tacit agreement between the money-making movement in Japan and General Li. He didn't want to ask, but he still couldn't control his curiosity and said leisurely: "Then, will you live in China in the future and change your identity?"

Yin Zhaoji nodded without a trace, her lips squirmed several times, and finally explained as if she had made up her mind: "What he needs is just a puppet that can represent his body still strong. Mr. Qin, Miss Yun Bing has always known these things, so please don't blame her too much."

Qin Mu waved his hand and said, "You don't need to say these. In China, you must forget the identity of Yin Zhaoji and the fact that you were General Li's wife."

Yin Zhaoji nodded and said, "Please rest assured about this."

"But I'm not relieved!" Qin Mu roared in a low voice, stretched out his hand and rubbed it hard on his temples for a few times before saying, "You should not contact any people related to Yin Zhaoji's identity. If it were me, it would be better to leave China quickly and find a beautiful place to live the life you should live, rather than come to me. I think you know very well, my current identity and my position."

Yin Zhaoji looked at Qin Mu calmly, with the expression on her face meaningless. Qin Mu knew that she was a smart woman, and smart women generally would not do anything confusing.

"But I can't get my visa." Yin Zhaoji said quietly: "You know that I am a little woman with no power and power now. Although I have some money on it, this little money is nothing to you."

Qin Mu snorted coldly, Yin Zhaoji Chuchu's pitiful appearance did have a unique flavor. Even on this quiet night, the energy of alcohol mixed with the energy of alcohol caused quite a lot of trouble to Qin Mu, but Qin Mu also understood that he could not have any interaction with this woman, and he always suffered some secret losses every time he confronted her. Now that she had something to ask for herself, she still needed to consider it carefully.

Yin Zhaoji saw the doubt in his heart, leaned forward slightly, and from Qin Mu's perspective, she could see the snow-whiteness on her chest swept through her eyes. Qin Mu took a long breath and turned to look at the wine bottle.

"There is one thing you should understand. If I don't have anything in my hand, I dare not pick it out and negotiate terms with General Li." Yin Zhaoji's smile brought the smell of a fox: "I think if you can know these things, it may help you to go further in politics."

Anyone in the system said that he was not moved by such words, and Qin Mu was no exception. However, there was no intention of interest on Qin Mu's face, and he waved his hand and said, "I don't think this is something I can touch. I don't have that much curiosity."

Yin Zhaoji let out a silver bell-like laugh, and there was a hint of charm in the laughter. She reached out to pick up the cigarette on the coffee table, lit it gracefully, gently venting a trace of smoke from her lips, and said lightly: "Maybe, do you know, and you still ask me to reveal your secret to you in the future?"

This is a pure temptation. It is not a temptation between men and women, but a trade-off of interests. This woman is too scheming, and being able to play with General Li and his wife can escape unscathed, which means that the woman's wrist is quite tough. Qin Mu pursed his lips and smiled and said, "It's late at night, I want to rest."

This is tantamount to expelling guests. Yin Zhaoji's smile immediately froze on her face, and she touched her face with some reluctance. Qin Mu crossed his legs and sighed softly.

Yin Zhaoji's eyes turned slightly and she smiled charmingly again. Her body leaned forward even more. Qin Mu could even see a trace of white winding ravine.

"Drinking alone means you are in a bad mood. At this time, maybe you need a partner to talk to." Yin Zhaoji's fox smell became stronger: "It's a coincidence, I am also a very loyal listener."

Qin Mu looked at Yin Zhaoji with consideration. What does it mean to have a good relationship with her so persistently? Qin Mu's fingers bounced lightly on the sofa, and his mind kept turning his mind. Yin Zhaoji was not in a hurry, leaning easily on the sofa opposite, her legs slightly intertwined, and a white dress was exposed from the gap between her legs, making the night color even more ambiguous.

"Miss Yin Shuangshuang." Qin Mu smiled as if he had a clarity: "I think if you left a million in your hands, the money Yun Bing earned in the Japanese real estate market would not be transferred to your account." Qin Mu was sure of the secret between Yin Zhaoji and Yun Bing. This feeling made him very bad. He didn't like his woman to hide anything from him, especially those who are more sensitive to an identity like Yin Zhaoji.

"Maybe so, you dare not bet, right?" Yin Zhaoji's face showed a longing expression and said softly: "Yun Bing is a very pure woman, I really don't want to hurt her."

Qin Mu's eyes immediately narrowed, and Yin Zhaoji continued, "This money is actually just a secret from me, a secret belonging to Han Xueling."


Chapter completed!