Kuiba Longming

"...Jiang Huang?" Long Ming was completely stunned, looked at him at a loss, raised his hand and put it down, opened his mouth again, but froze after uttering a word, "I..." say something?Am I... crazy?Long Ming frowned... I'm actually crazy, right?Is this something I imagined?

Thinking this way, he raised his hand and pinched the chief's face... It felt so real...Pinch it again, but it didn't disappear...It couldn't be real, could it?

The chief didn't understand what Kuiba meant, but when he looked at Long Ming, he subconsciously thought of something similar. Is this idiot crazy?

The two looked at each other strangely, Long Ming pressed over and pulled Jiang Huang's clothes away first, saw the scar on his chest, reddish eye circles, and his voice sounded dry and difficult, "...Did it hurt at that time?"

"Here?" Jiang Huang touched the scar on his chest. He had never noticed such a shallow mark before. "I don't remember what happened, not at all."

"...Then why did you come to me?"

"Ming, listen to me. This matter is very complicated. I originally wanted to wait until the time is ripe to discuss it, but you don't seem to want to wait any longer, and the secret sect should not doubt my relationship with you for the time being..."

……

Yalian withdrew the complaint, and Long Ming's four-month confinement period was completed ahead of schedule.

He still participated in the investigation of the mirror incident.

First visit to AFC

Long Ming sat in the reception room of the Asia Union with Xue Nu and Wu Ming, the director of the legal department, and waited for others.

After more than half an hour, a deputy director came in.

Miria smiled and nodded to several people, and sat across from them.

"Why isn't Jiang Huang coming?" Wu Ming crossed Erlang's legs and glanced at the tea on the table in disgust, pulled up a lock of Long Ming's hair, and braided it in his hand, "This Asian Federation's general manager has enough airs Big one, the three of us can't move him alone."

"The head office is quite busy today. If Director Wu Ming doesn't want to wait, he can come back another day," Milia replied coldly with a smile.

Wu Ming glanced at her, and continued to lower his head to braid Long Ming, "You guys are trying to prove that you are the mastermind behind the scenes, and then force us to bring a search warrant?"

"... Art has no right to do this to Alian," Miria said with a frown.

"Yo? So the Asian Federation is so powerful? There's not even an organization that can restrain you?" Wu Ming sneered at the corner of his mouth, and slumped on his chair. There's nothing to talk about, so we'll get a search warrant and come over to sweep the building."

"Yat and Alian are parallel organizations, and your search warrant will not work against Alian," Miria said coldly.

"Really?" Wu Ming played with a thin braid that he had braided in his hand, "So what does the Asian Union mean? Is there something shady in the headquarters building?"

Miria sat upright and sneered, "If Yalian says that it is going to search for Yate's headquarters ship now, will the general say it's okay?"

"Long Ming, your hair is so slippery, what brand of shampoo do you use?" Xuenv suddenly reached out and touched Long Ming's hair, Wu Ming picked up the braid and smelled it, and said cooperatively: "It smells quite good... He stretched out his hand and touched Long Ming's head, smiling at that iceberg face, his eyes curled up, "It feels so good."

Long Ming shook his head irritably, but his hair was too long, it didn't affect the two people who were enjoying playing with his hair.

Miria looked at Wu Ming who changed the topic abruptly, and tried to maintain a calm expression, "Director Wu Ming can wait if he wants to. I still have something to do, so I won't accompany you any longer."

"Wait a minute, Deputy Miria," Wu Ming suddenly stopped her, and the deputy turned his head, with a flash of impatience in his deer eyes, "Is there anything else?"

"Can you replace the tea with plain water? I don't drink tea or coffee..."

The three squatted in the reception room of the Yalian Building and drank boiled water for a day. To be precise, it was Wu Ming and Xuenv who drank boiled water for a day, and Long Ming watched Wu Ming and Xuenv drink boiled water for a day.

Xue Nu clutched her stomach and staggered out of the noble and elegant gate of the Asian Union Building, feeling like she would vomit stomach acid even if she hiccupped, "Director Wu, what's the point of what we're doing?"

"Milia is right. Art doesn't have the right to directly search the Asian Union. I don't know what to do except come here every day with a cheeky face... It's better to come here by yourself tomorrow to save manpower. "

"Ouch..." Xue Nu retched a bit, "No, I can't drink anymore... Don't try to leave me alone tomorrow, I will drag you if you don't come."

Wu Ming raised the mask on his face a little bit, and the cat eyes that were exposed narrowed a bit, "Actually... the general has already..."

"Already what?" Xue Nu looked at him with puzzled eyes.

Wu Ming shook his head, "I can't say..." He glanced at Kuiba, who had been listless all this time, and put his arms around Kuiba's shoulders, "Why don't you go and remind him?"

"What's the rush?" Long Ming looked at him coldly, Wu Ming smiled like a naughty old cat, "You know all about it, right?"

Long Ming frowned, "Don't bother me."

Xue Nu always felt that she had missed some important plot, "What are you two talking about?"

"Oh my, Long Ming smells so good..." The supervisor flamboyantly picked up Long Ming's hair and smelled it.

Long Ming pressed his shoulders and pushed the man away, annoyed that he almost wanted to hit him, "Go away."

"Are you kidding me..." Wu Ming glanced at the hickey on his neck, showing a sneaky smile with his eyes.

Xue Nu glanced between the two, her expression changed from confusion to surprise.

As we all know, gossip spreads the fastest in the world, especially gossip from women.

Strangely, as the gossip spread, Wu Ming, who was the real player in the game, did not get the result he wanted. Touching his chin, he muttered to himself, "Could it be that I guessed wrong?"

Is the director general of the Asian Federation not interested in pulling him out?Is it wishful thinking for Long Ming to be absent-minded all day long?But what about the general?He doesn't know these things at all?Why hasn't he moved recently?

The supervisor pulled up his collar and almost covered his eyes, his eyes were secretive, thinking about this series of complexities.