"Can't you catch it back?" Li Mingxiang asked.

An Zhirong shook his head.

"What do you do?"

An Zhirong paused for a moment, looked at Li Mingxiang with a silence.

"Say it!" Li Mingxiang advised, "What else can we two sisters say?"

An Zhirong blushed and had been ill for a long time: "I wonder if I can follow Ehuang Nuying..."

Li Mingxiang looked at An Zhirong incredibly: "Can you agree with it?"

"As long as Fang Buwei is outstanding, he will agree!" An Zhirong nodded with confidence, "I don't know that he actually knows so many big shots!"

No one knows daughters than fathers. An Liang is so eager to revive his family’s lintel, An Zhirong knows clearly.

"You are really useless!" Li Mingxiang looked at An Zhirong from head to toe, and said with regret, "What's wrong with you... His fiancée has never been here... You can't even grasp the chance you give!"

"You're talking lightly?" An Zhirong said unconvincedly, "How about you try!"

"Just try it..." Li Mingxiang laughed like a silver bell.

...

The cocktail party is about to begin. Fang Buwei doesn't like this atmosphere very much and wonders if he should go back early.

He walked around but didn't see Ma Chunfeng, but only found Lin Shuanglong.

"Where is the director!" Fang Buwei asked.

"Go to meet a friend!" Lin Shuanglong replied.

Fang Buwei curled his lips.

Ma Chunfeng used public service to help others, saying that he was here to beg for alms, but in fact he was here to find Hu Ji.

"Secretary Lin, if possible, I want to go back first. Please tell the Director!"

"Where is An Zhirong?" Lin Shuanglong asked subconsciously.

"I don't know!" Fang Buwei spread his hands.

Lin Shuanglong looked at Fang Buwei in surprise: "You brought the person, so don't worry about it?"

"Her father and cousin are here, can they still be lost?" Fang Buwei asked.

Lin Shuanglong stared at Fang Buwei for a long time, patted his shoulder, pointed to the sofa in the corner, meaning that he had something to say to him.

"You don't even think about An Zhirong?" Lin Shuanglong asked straight to the point.

"Section Chief, I already have a fiancée..." Fang Buwei sighed.

A waiter came over with a tray. Lin Shuanglong asked for two glasses of red wine and handed it to Fang Buwei a glass.

"It's just a fiancée." Lin Shuanglong raised his glass, took a sip, and said, "Those who accomplish great things are not limited to trivial matters, look at the Chairman..."

For the sake of the alliance, the Chairman announced that he had divorced one wife and two concubines, and the people of the whole country knew about it.

In the Republic of China, such a thing is not an isolated case.

"I haven't thought about it!" Fang Buwei interrupted.

"That's how it is!" Lin Shuanglong pondered for a moment, "Brother Shanbo is not a pedantic person either. If he is a flat wife, it is not impossible..."

Fang Buwei looked at Lin Shuanglong with determination.

No wonder when Gu Zhenlong and others recommended him, Ma Chunfeng and Lin Shuanglong surrounded An Liang and muttered, and it turned out to be lobbyists.

Fang Buwei was a little amused and laughed: "Section Chief, please forgive me for being presumptuous. Why are you so eager about this?"

Lin Shuanglong sighed: "If you and An Zhirong have a good thing, the funding will naturally be solved."

The sip of red wine that Fang Buwei had just drank almost sprayed on Lin Shuanglong's face.

Fortunately, before going out, I was thinking about whether Ma Chunfeng wanted to use the beauty trick to use it. It turned out that he was trying to hit him.

Fang Buwei swallowed the red wine, calmed down his spirit, and said to Lin Shuanglong: "If it is really impossible to maintain, there is a little wealth here..."

Lin Shuanglong sighed.

Fang Buwei's thoughts are beyond doubt.

"Public is public, private is private, unless you want to take the director and replace him!" Lin Shuanglong replied.

Fang Buwei curled his lips, Lin Shuanglong clearly knew that what he was saying was not what he meant.

Lin Shuanglong is also a smart person. After knowing Fang Buwei's thoughts, he automatically skipped this topic.

After the two of them had a few chats, An Zhirong came to find Fang Buwei and asked Fang Buwei to accompany him to dance.

"The injury has not healed yet, how can I jump?" Fang Buwei shook his right shoulder.

"Seeing that you are free to move, I thought it would be better!" An Zhirong said with a lip.

"It's not that fast for a hundred days?" Fang Buwei pointed to Lin Shuanglong's hand in his pocket, "If you don't believe me, please let Chief Lin raise his hand and try?"

Lin Shuanglong glanced at Fang Buwei.

Fang Buwei's injury was not healed, so how could Commander Gu let him out?

"You can't dance, it's okay to listen to the song!" Lin Shuanglong said, "What if Commander Gu or Minister Chen finds you!"

This is possible!

Fang Buwei nodded and accompanied An Zhirong to the dance hall.

It's better than I thought, not that noisy.

Li Mingxiang was singing on the stage. When she saw Fang Buwei coming in, she even made a gesture.

Fang Buwei nodded slightly.

He always felt that Li Mingxiang was a little overly enthusiastic today.

More passionate ones are still behind.

After drinking the song and stepping down, he danced with Song Ziwen and then took a dance. Li Mingxiang refused the invitation and walked over and sat next to Fang Buwei.

Fang Buwei once again became the focus of the audience.

If it weren't for Hu Ji's coming to power, Fang Buwei would probably have been watched by someone as a monster for a long time.

"Why don't you go dancing?" Li Mingxiang asked with a smile, "If you don't know, Zhirong and I can teach you!"

No more titles?

Fang Buwei glanced at An Zhirong in surprise.

What did An Zhirong say to Li Mingxiang?

"I was injured before, but the injury has not healed yet!" An Zhirong rushed back.

"Injured?" Li Mingxiang's eyes lit up, "Where is it hurt?"

Fang Buwei's head was full of question marks.

Anyone else is curious about this?

"It should be an arm!" An Zhirong replied uncertainly.

After Fang Buwei was discharged from the hospital, when he returned to the secret service office, his right arm was still hanging. Even An Zhirong didn't know if he was injured in other places.

Fang Buwei didn't say anything, just nodded.

"I don't even know?" Li Mingxiang teased.

"How can I know?" An Zhirong's face turned red in an instant.

After chatting for a few minutes, someone came to invite Li Mingxiang, and Li Mingxiang got off the dance floor again.

"Did you say something to your cousin?" Fang Buwei asked at An Zhirong.

"My cousin is not a spy!" An Zhirong glared at Fang Buwei, "Do you think there is something wrong with everyone?"

"I'm afraid that you will let it go to the director's ears!"

"The director doesn't know my cousin!"

Fang Buwei smiled and pointed at Hu Ji on the stage.

"Ah, I forgot this!" An Zhirong was startled, frowned and thought for a while, "I didn't sue her except for your business..."

"I can't say anything about me!" Fang Buwei was amused and crying, "What did you say?"

An Zhirong's face turned red again.
Chapter completed!