Getting married by mistake: the president's sweet wife

"You can't go."

Qin Shu looked at the dissatisfaction on Kang An's face and emphasized it again.

"General Xin trusts me because I just saved the king. But the Beijing Management Office is not an ordinary place after all. If you go with me, it will be easy to make people suspicious."

Kang An still frowned, doubting: "You don't mean to leave me alone, do you?"

"Do whatever you want."

Qin Shu didn't want to say anything more.

The two sides were silent for a while.

Kang An also seemed to realize that it was unrealistic for him to go to the Beijing Management Office, so he changed his words and said: "Tomorrow I will put a micro-monitor on you, and I must let me hear the whole conversation between you and them. If I find something wrong place, you know the consequences."

Qin Shu nodded clearly, "No problem."

Qin Shu agreed very neatly, but Kang An was also worried that she would do other tricks secretly, so he specially reminded: "The only way to keep your son safe and sound is to do as the young master asked."

Qin Shu's eyes suddenly turned cold, "Got it."

That's how things settled.

The next day, Qin Shu got into the car sent by General Xin and went to the Beijing Management Office.

Kang An secretly followed behind.

The Beijing Management Office is located in the suburbs, in a remote location.

Kang An hid in the dark, staring at Qin Shu and his party from a distance as they entered the heavily guarded Beijing Management Office, and then put on the monitoring earphones.

Qin Shu came out within an hour after entering.

After coming out, go to the meeting place agreed with Kang An as soon as possible.

Sitting in Kang An's car, Qin Shu said: "I have already met Master Yan, and when General Xin's people were not paying attention, I ventilated with him, let him last for another two days, and someone will save him go out."

"Have you figured out the defensive situation inside?" he asked, which was his main concern.

Qin Shu nodded, "Of course, it's all in my mind."

Hearing this, Kang An looked at her suspiciously.

In order to make him believe that he has this ability, Qin Shu added: "I will draw the blueprint for you when I go back."

Kang An was skeptical, but didn't worry about it any more, and instead asked, "When and how do you plan to save people?"

"Me? I can't." Qin Shu pointed at himself and shook his head.

She said in a serious manner: "I went in and looked at it just now. There are at least thirty or forty people guarding it. It is impossible for me to rescue Master Yan by myself!"

Kang An was indifferent, and said with a stern face and some dissatisfaction: "This is a request from you! If you want to protect your son, you must rescue Master Yan!"

Qin Shu also turned cold, and answered him with a strong attitude: "All I can do is to find out the situation in the Beijing Management Office, and draw out the deployment blueprints for you, and let Yan Jing arrange the manpower mobilization. Otherwise, where can I find someone? Looking for the group of old men in the National Hospital?"

Maybe it was because Qin Shu had been very cooperative before, but suddenly he broke out, and his tone was harsh, which yelled at Kang An.

He stared at her blankly.

Qin Shu slowed down his tone a bit, and continued: "I can do anything for Weiwei, but what if I break into the Beijing Management Office alone? Master Yan still can't be rescued."

Kang An thought about it seriously, and finally let go: "I have to ask the young master about this matter."

"Then hurry up."

Qin Shu also breathed a sigh of relief, and reminded him: "Perhaps you heard just now that General Xin is about to transfer Master Yan to the prison. If he really goes in, it will be even more difficult to save people."

"Ah."

After returning, Kang An immediately asked Qin Shu to draw the internal defense drawings of the Beijing Management Office.

While Qin Shu was drawing the picture, he was trying to get in touch with Yan Jing.

Although Qin Shu seemed to be seriously drawing with his head down, he calmly wrote down the string of numbers he pressed when contacting Yan Jing.