can not help

He Fan's personality is not introverted at all, just from the computer turmoil when the two first met, it can be felt that this person has a bad stomach, and pranks are definitely his big hobby.How could such a person who likes to spoof be like the timid and introverted person that He Yan deliberately showed?Would an introverted and timid person dare to confront the boss of his own organization?

The most important point - the thick bangs that Qian Shucheng saw were really uncomfortable.

He Yan withdrew his gaze, but his fingers still tugged at his skirt as before, then raised his head, and raised his hand to readjust the untidy bangs, revealing his full forehead.He Fan doesn't look tough, his small nose and bright red lips haven't changed much, but his eyes are really attractive, no matter they are opened normally or half-closed, they seem to be able to speak The meaning was conveyed accurately.

He readjusted his sitting posture, crossed his legs with his hands crossed on his legs, and leaned back, showing a bohemian look.

"Let me introduce myself again." He Fan's voice was no longer cautious, and there was a different kind of contrast between the soft and waxy voice in this slightly uninhibited tone.

I still feel that I am very awesome, so I kept wearing an X posture and continued: "My name is He Yan. In the organization, Qian Shuning's subordinates were originally in charge of technology, and now I hold a position that is not convenient to disclose in the technology department of the headquarters."

Liang Siyuan opened his mouth so wide that he could stuff two eggs, and secretly poked Meng Junchen who was sitting next to him, and whispered, "This looks, this voice is my thing."

He Fan glanced over, and a sarcastic smile rose from the corner of his mouth: "Just you? Let's talk when the hair grows."

"Fuck, I'm complimenting you, but I can't tell? I'm straight, sir!!"

He Yan sneered: "It seems that your Chinese is taught by the physical education teacher."

"Don't stop me!"

Liang Siyuan got up and was about to rush over, but was stopped by Meng Junchen immediately.

"Siyuan, don't make trouble, you won't help, Da Chengzi."

Qian Shucheng looked around as if he was watching the excitement, only to find that Song Jinyu who was sitting across from him was drinking tea slowly from a teacup, and then he really watched the excitement and did not think it was a big deal to draw the flames of war aside.

"Look at the monitor, aren't you also watching a play?"

Song Jinyu looked up with an innocent look on his face.

He knew the source of this disaster, but he was the first to get impatient, and said: "What are you making trouble about, just talk about the business."

Liang Siyuan, who was still struggling in Meng Junchen's arms, froze at first, and then struggled more violently.

Seeing that Liang Siyuan's fire seemed to start a prairie fire, Qian Shucheng hurriedly changed the subject.

"Alas, Siyuan, last time I asked you to help me find out about the survivors in the warehouse, what happened?"

Liang Siyuan paused for a moment in punching, this He Fan wouldn't give him a step at all, how could he really hit him?He came down in a hurry by the slope, but he couldn't lose his momentum. He gave He Fan a hard look before he replied: "I made a search and went to 'Wangxiang', even though I'm such an invincible People are a good disguise, but it’s not easy to really get in. Judging from the results of the current investigation, there is only one survivor of the explosion.”

Qian Shucheng's heart twitched.

Liang Siyuan stared at him for a while, and then continued, "It's Murong Ling."

He Yan put down his legs, leaned forward, and shortened the distance between himself and Qian Shucheng.

"Ah Cheng, I haven't told you before. In fact, you don't need to inquire about this question, just ask me directly. Even if many non-participants in the organization don't know the inside story, but such a big change, the conclusion of the accident , no one in the organization knows about it."

Qian Shucheng turned his head. It's not that he never thought of asking He Fan, but he had never met He Fan in person, and he didn't know whether his too much inquiring would bring potential danger to He Fan, so he never took the initiative to ask the organization internal affairs.

He Yan put away his incongruous tone, and said in a slightly heavy tone: "The only thing that can be confirmed in that accident is that there was no survivor except Mr. Jiang Fanyi and others rushed to the scene to increase the number of people. He was saved at that time, and he almost died there himself."

"how come……"

Qian Shucheng lowered his head, he didn't know what kind of mood he should have at this time, it turned out that Murong Ling almost never saw him again.

He twisted his fingers fiercely, perhaps because his fingers were connected to his heart, the finger was pinched by himself, and his heart ached.

He Fan patted Qian Shucheng on the shoulder: "Do you know what would happen if Mr. really died in that explosion?"

Qian Shucheng raised his head suddenly when he heard this, and at this moment, something seemed to disappear in his heart, and this disappearing thing seemed to be the key point of all these things, but no matter how he caught it, the throbbing seemed to be Never existed the same.

"what?"

He Yan looked around at the few people around, pursed his lips and said, "'Tomb' will backfire."

"What do you mean?"

He Yan raised the corner of his mouth and snorted: "I don't know if Aning's matter has anything to do with this. If so, this matter is really serious."

Qian Shucheng tugged at He Fan's sleeve: "What do you mean?"

He Fan looked at the crumpled sleeves of his shirt, and then raised his eyes to Qian Shucheng.Qian Shucheng was a little startled by the look in his eyes for a moment, and he didn't even dare to listen to the next words for a moment.

However, He Fan did not continue to reveal any more internal information.

Song Jinyu was only willing to put down the teacup in his hand, and said: "Based on the information about the drug provided by the Meng family, we have several directions. The first one is based on the explosion. The people in the warehouse at that time may be in the water or some medium ZS8301 was added to the medium, which caused casualties, and there was no way to escape when the enemy deliberately detonated the explosives; the second is based on the laboratory, is it possible that Murong Ling has been using people around him to test the drug, and ZS8301 is Murong Ling Some drug that's been in development?"

"Impossible." As soon as the words finished, Qian Shucheng vetoed this conjecture, "Let's not talk about whether the drug test is true or not, even if he tried the drug, he would not be able to attack the people around him, people's hearts..."

Qian Shucheng spoke very fast, not as if he was refuting others, but more as if he was convincing himself: "It is impossible to do this just for the sake of people's hearts. If something happens, how will he control his subordinates in the future?"

Song Jinyu took a deep look at him and said, "Let's get rid of the second type first, and let's go on according to the first type for the time being. I personally prefer the first type."

"Squad leader, I still want to ask, what is your purpose for getting involved?" Meng Junchen's voice suddenly intervened, "He Jian is because of the relationship with Qian Shuning, Liang Siyuan and I can be said to be brotherly, what about you? What are you for?"

Song Jinyu smiled and did not speak.

Meng Junchen paused, glanced at Qian Shucheng, and then continued: "The eldest son said that it is not good to inquire about other people's private affairs, but he also said just now that Murong Ling was almost killed. I think it is better for us to know the truth. I really can't think of a reason for you to get involved in this matter."

Song Jinyu slowly restrained her smile: "I really have nothing to say about my family. I can only tell you that my goal is the same as that of you."

…………

"Murong Ling."

The bustling CBD has such a small alley that no one cares about. Several trash cans are placed in the innermost end of the alley.As soon as Murong Ling walked in, he saw a few people holding baseball bats that would be worn in traditional street fights, looking at him with fleshy faces and smiling.

"Boss, this little boy is the legendary Mr. Murong? It's too delicate."

Behind Murong Ling, at some point, a 1.8-meter tall man stood up and looked very strong.

The one who cut off the retreat was probably quite skilled.

Murong Ling secretly calculated in his heart, and looked at the people around him.Before he came here, he sent Jiang Fanyi the location first, told him that something happened here, and asked him to bring a few brothers over. It seems that the message was sent correctly, but he didn't know when he would arrive.

Murong Ling is not a reckless man, and he would not have the ability to fight one against a hundred. He just wanted to seduce the person who came here today. If it weren't for the few words that person said, he would not bother to pay attention to such a few people who look like cannon fodder .

"What are you talking about?" A man with a shaved face and a scar at the corner of his eye behind the crowd smiled and patted the person blocking him in front of him, walked to the front and said, "Of course this is Mr. Murong, brothers are lucky , Most people can’t see such a big man.”

The people next to him echoed and laughed.

"Mr. Murong, how does it feel to be teased? The kid you were waiting for won't come over."

Murong Ling's heart sank, and his expression remained calm.

"Aren't you curious where that kid is now and what he's doing?"

The man smiled inexplicably, as if he was an old cat, ready to play with the mouse in front of him.

Murong Ling smiled lowly: "There is nothing to be curious about."

The man laughed loudly: "Aren't you afraid that he will die in my hands?"

Murong Ling took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it for himself slowly, and looked up at the sky covered by dark clouds where no stars could be seen. Such a night is the most suitable for killing people.

The man's eyes were squinted, and he didn't dare to act rashly when the street lights were dim, even though Murong Ling's action of picking out his pockets was full of countless dangers.

"threaten me?"

Murong Ling was blowing out smoke rings, such a pretty face under such dim light and covered by smoke made people feel a bit eerie.

The people beside the man backed away unconsciously, and only took two steps back before realizing that there was only one person in the other party, and he was still a weak-looking little boy. My reputation is used to bluff people.

The man gritted his teeth secretly, they had already lost in terms of arrogance, but arrogance can't be eaten or used for fighting.He pulled out a long knife from behind and stuck it on the ground, trying in vain to intimidate himself.

"You take off an arm, how about I let him go?"

Murong Ling laughed softly: "So even if he was caught by you, he wouldn't be here?"

The man snorted coldly: "What can I do here, what can I do if I'm not here?"

Murong Ling tilted his head: "Oh, that means it's not here."

The man's heart trembled for no reason, and he didn't know what made him uneasy. When he came, the employer really told him that Murong Ling was alone and asked him to bring more people, and repeatedly assured him that the other party did not bring anyone or guns.

"Brothers, don't talk nonsense with him, if you don't want to keep your arms, then keep your life."

The man took a few steps back to make room, and the others pulled out their weapons—watermelon knives and baseball bats.

"Looks like it's really not here."

Murong Ling took a deep breath of the cigarette and crushed it on the trash can next to him.How long has he been in this situation?It's almost ten years after the calculation, I really miss it a bit.

'patta'

A drop of water dripped onto his face, and he saw the weather forecast early in the morning saying that there would be showers today, but he didn't expect it to start raining just at this time.

It's the right time for the rain, Murong Ling thought, after the rain, no trace will be left.