A heartthrob? Here you go!

Yu Ge came over and sat down: "I'd like to trouble Special Supervisor Shen to handle the relevant procedures. Because the Propaganda Department is short-staffed, I need to second some personnel to the Propaganda Department."

Shen Du lowered his eyes and breathed a little heavier: "The Special Supervisory Bureau respects all wishes and cannot force anyone. Transfers require a written transfer order from the Assistant Office."

It’s really hard to chew.

Yu Ge looked at the tall and handsome young man opposite him, whose face was as cold as frost and snow. He sized him up and down, leaned back, sank into the chair, tilted his head slightly, and deliberately exposed the gauze on his neck.

"The Special Supervisory Bureau is refusing to cooperate, right?"

"Director Yu, are you here to show off your power?" Shen Du raised his eyes coldly, looking straight into those bright eyes: "The Special Supervisory Bureau respects everyone."

Shen Du seemed very strange today, without the coldness he had when they first met.

He looked at her wound several times. Was it out of guilt?

"Including Special Commander Shen Du?"

As soon as Yu Ge's tentative words came out, Shen Du's breathing stagnated slightly, and he looked at Yu Ge steadily.

Yu Ge looked at his eyes which suddenly shrank, an idea flashed in his mind, and he slowly smiled.

Shen Du found it difficult to think, as if there were two people arguing in his mind.

He finally calmed down and looked up to see the person in front of him staring at him, with a peaceful smile that carried a slight oppression.

Like a hunter locking onto his prey.

"Is Special Commander Shen Du coming?"

Come!

When Shen Du was about to blurt out the answer, he regained his senses.

What are you doing here? Where are you going? Do you want him?

Why do you want him?

They are already mortal enemies and it is impossible for them to live in peace. What does she mean?

Doesn’t she have Song Jingshen?

Thinking of what she saw that day, Song Jingshen's gentle and considerate inquiry, without the coldness and distance hidden under the mask of gentleness, and the complete intimacy with her, Shen Du's chest and heart ached and shrank into a ball, feeling uncomfortable and tortured.

Who is he?

"Director Yu, please come in. I have something important to do here." He looked away, and his deliberately cold voice revealed his disgust for Yu Ge, which made Yu Ge doubt his guess again.

"Second-level Special Inspector, what important matter could there be if he is not on a field mission?"

"Interrogating the spy?"

These four short words made Shen Du uncontrollably recall his first meeting with Yu Ge.

That was also his first intimate contact with Yu Ge.

He handcuffed Yu Ge's hands and pulled the chain, easily causing her to fall into his arms and hit her forehead on his epaulettes.

As soon as he closed his hands and hugged the person, she would fit perfectly into his arms.

In his memories, there were only him and Yu Ge, but not Song Jingshen.

After a moment of confusion, Shen Du immediately regained his composure and looked at Yu Ge calmly: "This is a secret of the Special Supervisory Bureau and cannot be passed on to others."

"If Councillor Yu sincerely invites me, I am very interested in the position of Director of the Publicity Department. I wonder if Councillor Yu is willing to give it up?"

Yu Ge was calm and composed: "The position of Director is not a trivial matter. This is a joint decision of the Council. Special Governor Shen has found the wrong person."

"Director Yu has found the wrong person."

Shen Du said in a cold voice: "The Special Supervisory Bureau respects the wishes of every Special Supervisor."

Seeing that he was holding on tightly and refusing to let go, Yu Ge restrained his smile, stood up, and looked down at him. That moment of coldness made Shen Du's heart tremble, and he pursed his lips and looked at him hard.

Yu Ge lost interest and turned around and left without saying a word. His back view as he left was extremely similar to the scene in the parking lot.

Shen Du stood up suddenly, and the chair creaked suddenly with a sharp sound, like his silent howl of pain.

He stared at Yu Ge's back and suddenly remembered that day.

If he hadn't thrown away the bunch of keys that day, would he have been the one to get engaged later?

If he had not forcefully stopped Yu Ge that day, would there have been no confrontation afterwards?

But he wouldn't make a second choice, just like now.

His clenched fists slowly loosened, and the moment the door was opened, he slumped into the chair and watched Yu Ge open the door quietly.

Pulling open the door, she seemed a little surprised: "Why are you here?"

Who is here?

Who?

Shen Du leaned forward, his eyes focused on the door.

Yu Ge stopped talking, walked out and closed the door.

Is it Song Jingshen? Fang Chi? Ji Yan? Li Yi?

No, no, no, he shouldn't think about it, he should... Who is here?

Who will pick her up? Who? Who is who?

Crazy and distorted characters filled Shen Du's brain. He could hardly think and was eagerly seeking the answer to this question.

He took several deep breaths, trying to control himself and calm himself down, but when his eyes swept across the pager, he couldn't help but stand up quickly and walk over.

In the reception room outside the door, the pager representing Shen Du rang. The receptionist who had just seen someone off immediately hurried over and answered the pager.

Do you want coffee? Or do you want to go in and clean the office?

The receptionist picked up the page and greeted respectfully: "Good day, Special Inspector Shen, are you here to clean the office?"

"No——" The distorted electronic voice was too suppressed, as if it was enduring something, "Who came just now?"

"What?" The receptionist was puzzled. "Except for Councillor Yu, no other people came to visit."

"I asked who came to pick her up! Who's here!!!" A roar close to collapse was heard. The receptionist was so scared that he held the pager away and spoke cautiously.

"It's Commander Zhang."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pager beeped and hung up. The receptionist stared blankly, hesitating whether to go in and pack up the tea set at this time. At this time, the door of Shen Du's office suddenly opened, and a tall figure strode out and headed straight for the direction where Yu Ge disappeared just now.

Yu Ge and Zhang Daoqing took the elevator down to the first floor. He followed Yu Ge to the car very naturally and asked, "Senior sister, do you have enough manpower in the Propaganda Department? If not, there are some people in the military who can be dispatched there."

Yu Ge stopped and turned to look at him: "Does Councillor Zhang know you're coming?"

"I know." He said frankly, "Father invites you to my house."

"Drinking milk tea?"

His ears turned slightly red, and he looked a little uncomfortable, but he still insisted on looking directly into Yu Ge's eyes and nodded softly.

Yu Ge smiled and turned around: "Let's go, we are free now, let's go and taste your milk tea."

It’s a good opportunity to give it a try.

Yu Ge took Zhang Daoqing into the car, started the car, turned the car around, and drove out of the parking lot.

When passing by the elevator door, it suddenly opened and a disheveled Shen Du rushed out, just in time to meet the eyes of Yu Ge who had lowered the window.

He was stunned for a moment and opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he saw her coldly look away, turned her head, and slowly raised the car window.

Behind her, a handsome young man leaned over, leaned close to her ear and whispered something.

It’s Zhang Daoqing!

Why would he? How could he?!

Yu Ge retracted her gaze and heard Zhang Daoqing ask, "Was Shen Du rude to Senior Sister?"

Yu Ge said calmly: "He has always been arrogant and looks down on others. Don't mention him."

The vehicle drove into the Zhang family manor. Compared with the exquisite and ingenious gardens of other families, the Zhang family's garden seemed quite simple.

After the vehicle passed the fourth training ground and the second shooting range, it stopped at the Zhang family’s main building.

After getting off the car, Yu Ge saw at a glance the congressman in the distance, wearing a simple sweater and trousers, with his sleeves half rolled up. Even though he was middle-aged, he was still straight and strong.

Zhang Lin was walking a Doberman slowly.

Hearing the sound of the car, he looked up and nodded. After handing the dog leash to the housekeeper, he walked over and said directly: "I'll change my clothes first and talk to you later."

Yu Ge responded, he nodded, turned and left without any greetings or polite words.

Before Yu Ge could react, an apologetic voice rang out: "Sorry, Senior."

She turned her head and met those light-colored eyes, which reflected her figure.

"My father has always been like this. He doesn't like those messy etiquettes. It's not directed at you, senior sister."