It turns out you... what you are afraid of is this..." An Zhirong burst into tears, his face was flushed with anger, and his words were filled with tremolo, "Fang Buwei...I...I am just like this...Isn't it worthy of your trust?"

Fang Buwei took a breath of air conditioning like a toothache.

I had never even touched my hand, why did I look at An Zhirong's current appearance as if I had abandoned it all the time?

"I believe you!" Fang Buwei nodded heavily.

No matter how stupid An Zhirong is, he knows that Fang Buwei is fooling himself.

She also heard the Fourth Sister Jinfeng asking the disciples who were guarding the door of the guest room, whether she had seen herself and Fang Buwei, and knew that time was limited, so she could only choose the important ones and talk about them first.

"Where is my cousin?"

"How do I know?" Fang Buwei replied.

"She went to the hospital and disappeared after seeing you. Why don't you know?"

"I really haven't seen her..." Fang Buwei looked so innocent.

"She has not been heard from for so long, and you can't even ask?" An Zhirong said angrily, "Do you know that she is pregnant with your flesh and blood?"

Fang Buwei gritted his teeth.

There is no way to explain this to An Zhirong.

He made up his mind and replied directly: "I'm afraid even your cousin himself doesn't know who the child in her belly is..."

An Zhirong was stunned and even forgot to cry.

How could Fang Buwei say such shameless words?

"You bastard..." An Zhirong's whole body shook with anger.

Fang Buwei sneered, "You don't think about it. I don't even think about you, and I can still like her. Do you think my hair is too dark? I haven't touched her finger from beginning to end..."

An Zhirong opened her mouth halfway and stared at Fang Buwei blankly.

"Miss An..."

Jin Feng shouted in panting, and An Zhirong reacted.

"Crack..." Jin Feng heard a few strange sounds and looked calmly. She found that An Zhirong's teeth were tightly biting, as if she was about to bite her teeth into pieces.

An Zhirong wished she could pounce on Fang Buwei's body and take a bite.

"square……"

As soon as the character "咕" was released, the remaining two words were swallowed back by An Zhirong.

She was anxious for a moment and actually forgot the name "Qi Wuxiang" that Fang Buwei just said, and could only point at Fang Buwei tremblingly, "You...you...you..." and scream.

The movements came from outside the garden. Fang Buwei took advantage of the lights in the distance and saw Mr. Situ and Zhang Yonghe also coming.

This woman is so troublesome!

Fang Buwei glared at Jin Feng, patted his butt and stood up, looking at An Zhirong and said, "Don't forget what he said just now..."

He concluded that An Zhirong would not reveal his identity, at least not for a short period of time.

Is this going to go?

An Zhirong felt that the ends of her hair were smoking.

Why is Fang Buwei so light and quiet?

"Stop it..."

But Fang Buwei would not listen to her and walked down the stone steps of Sifang Pavilion.

An Zhirong was anxious and pointed at Fang Buwei and said to Jin Feng: "Sister Fourth, he...he bullies me..."

Zhang Yonghe, who had just stepped into the garden, took a breath of air conditioning.

"Oh," Fang Buwei turned around and pointed at An Zhirong, "You are joking about three knifes and six holes, and you dare to talk nonsense in front of the mountain master?"

Mountain Lord, where did the mountain master come from?

An Zhirong looked up and saw that Mr. Situ and Zhang Yonghe had arrived at a place less than five or six meters away.

"I...I...I..." An Zhirong Xian waved his hand in a hurry, and it took him a long time to remember what he was going to say, "Uncle, I'm talking nonsense..."

An Zhirong was so anxious that she was dying.

If she knew that Situ Meitang was there, how could she dare to use this to threaten her?

"Uncle!" Fang Buwei bent down and hugged his fists.

The old man nodded, walked into the Sifang Pavilion, looked at An Zhirong, who looked nervous and at a loss, looked at Fang Buwei again, and then pointed to the stone bench in the pavilion: "Sit down and say!"

This is what I want to ask the exact meaning.

It seems that it can't be hidden.

Fang Buwei looked at An Zhirong: "The meal is about to start. How do you go to the table like this? Let the fourth sister accompany you to wash..."

What secrets does Fang Buwei want to say?

Is it related to myself or to my cousin?

Although An Zhirong was curious, he also understood the truth.

She also came from the secret service department and studied confidentiality regulations in the special training department a lot.

An Zhirong glared at Fang Buwei fiercely and pulled Jinfeng's hand out of the Sifang Pavilion.

Even the old man saw that something was wrong.

So obedient?

When An Zhirong and Jinfeng left, Fang Buwei hugged Zhang Yonghe again and said, "Fifth Brother, I'm sorry!"

Zhang Yonghe is the grandfather of the auditorium, the seventh of the eight halls.

But the incense master was also served by the old man, and the two lords were far away in Nanyang, so when ranking, they did not count the two digits, so Fang Buwei called him the fifth brother.

But Fang Bu's last eight halls also rose to two places, ranking ninth.

Can't even listen to it?

Zhang Yonghe moved slightly, hugged his fists and left Sifang Pavilion.

Fang Buwei lowered his voice and told Li Mingxiang about it.

He didn't mention An Liang, let alone Lin Zi'an.

The old man looked at Fang Buwei steadily.

He didn't expect that Fang Buwei was actually a "spy", and he had to be a position in the dispute hall, but he wanted to be a position such as "Partying the Wind" to inquire about news?

The Republic of China was not a court, and the Hongmen was no longer a rebel organization. The old man naturally had no prejudice against the spies, but instead he looked at him with a high look.

The war has not officially begun yet, and the most dangerous role like Fang Buwei is.

"Where is Miss An's cousin now?" the old man asked again.

Fang Buwei was vague, but what did the old man do?

How could he be fooled by him so easily?

Fang Buwei blinked without saying a word.

The old man looked at Fang Buwei steadily.

Dead?

Fang Buwei's move is still the one who makes a move!

"Where is Li Mingxiang's parents?" the old man asked again.

"I often live in Lushun, and I usually collect intelligence in the three northeastern provinces as a Japanese overseas Chinese living..." Fang Buwei replied.

The old man heard Fang Buwei’s implication.

The Northeast is now the territory of the Kwantung Army, and the power of the secret service department is too weak there and there is no way to clean it up.

My brother-in-law and nephew are all Japanese spies, and my wife is Japanese. Will An Qin's only son also be affected?

"Is there any problem with Anliang?"

"Not found yet!" Fang Buwei replied.

The word "temporary" is enough to explain the problem.

The old man raised his head slightly, as if he was looking at the stars, and his right hand, which was placed on the stone table, kept tapping the tabletop.

Is this a dilemma?

Fang Buwei and he didn't bother him, and waited quietly.

After a long time, the old man opened his eyes: "As far as your problem is concerned, it's not a big deal... An Liang and An Zhirong handed over to me, leaving them in the United States for two or three years is not a problem..."

Fang Wu was overjoyed.

It’s not enough to use two or three years, one year is enough.
Chapter completed!