Zhou Xiaoxing sat in Sir Peng's office for a while. He was not idle during this period. He gave Yazi a large stack of money to celebrate the latter's successful cracking of the case and that he no longer had to be exhausted from nine to nine.

Meazi was naturally happy to take it, but she had just had a day off in the past few weeks. On that day, she finally saw her best friend Wu Luoxian, whom she had not seen for so long. Without even saying a few words, Zhou Xiaoxing came up.

I don’t know what she thought. I thought, wouldn’t it be beautiful to take Zhou Xiaoxing’s money and take Luo Xi shopping with her?

I called someone but no one answered. They must have gone to work on a case, so Meiko had no choice but to give up.

That's how things work, she's busy when you're resting, and when she's free, Meiko should be working on cases. It would be great if she could retire early.

"She must have something going on. It's great if you go shopping alone, but that's not possible. Just wait for me here. I'll find Sir Peng and we'll come together after we collect the balance."

Zhou Xiaoxing drank the coffee he brewed and sat upright on the chair. He was always very elegant, unlike Yaozi who couldn't sit still.

If I can’t get through, I’ll just answer you. There’s so much to think about.

"Forget it, I'll go first and come over after you finish it."

"Okay."

Meazi walked out of Sir Peng's office and happened to bump into Cheng Silin who was coming with documents. She took a look at the latter's dress. She looked too housewife-like. Her clothes were all classic styles, but it was a pity that they were layered casually and were not of high quality.

"Ya Zi, I heard that you solved the case of the bloody killer. You are awesome." Cheng Silin flattered her. Is wearing such low clothes suitable for being a police officer? If she were a policewoman, she would really laugh out loud.

"I'm not as good as you. Haven't you guys solved a big case recently, the undercover detective?" Meiko has never lost when it comes to socializing, especially those who do one thing on the surface and another behind the scenes.

The two saw through each other's thoughts and separated with a few giggles. When Cheng Silin came in, she complained that she was wearing low clothes, but she was too cold.

Tequila won't like it.

Speaking of Tequila, after what happened at Mingxin Hospital, Sir Peng took a new look at him and assigned him a new partner, Song Zijie, a man he was very familiar with.

"Zhou Sheng, this is the final payment. Look, Sir Peng will be at the office in five minutes."

For Zhou Xiaoxing, Sir Peng got off the plane and hurriedly hurried but fell behind the former. There was too much traffic jam in Xiangjiang, especially now when the traffic is the busiest.

Fortunately, all the procedures have been completed.

"Thank you very much. Please let Sir Peng know. I'll leave first."

Zhou Xiaoxing did not read the document handed over by Cheng Silin. The latter's secretary work was very professional and there was no need to doubt it. After saying this, he put down his cup and left.

"Waiting for a while, I'll have your postcard."

Zhou Xiaoxing stopped walking and thought, Peng Sir was quite thoughtful and kept him in mind when they went out to play.

"You have to come over and watch the aurora at your leisure."

A photo of Iceland without signature.

A Lang sent it. Zhou Xiaoxing smiled when he looked at these words. A Lang is a good-looking guy, strong and smart, but why do these words look so good?

It's not envy, just comment. Iceland is so cold, but he still likes Hong Kong.

It's not up to him to choose, it's chosen by the system.

"What do you want, Mr. Yuan?" He looked at the time and saw that half an hour had not passed. He remembered the speed at which Yazi had gone shopping before, and thought that he was nowhere near where he was now. It would be good to stay and continue drinking coffee.

"Good luck, we are getting married." When Cheng Silin said this, she flipped her hair and smiled brightly, showing the shyness of a little woman.

Naturally, it is beautiful, but the quality of the clothes needs to be improved. Zhou Xiaoxing looked at this dress twice and stopped looking at it, which means it is much better than Adi's dress.

"Remember to invite me and I will give you a big gift."

"Of course. By the way, Tequila has a new partner named Song Zijie. He looks very familiar, but I don't know who it is."

Are you not familiar with Song Zihao's younger brother? It's a coincidence that he just separated from his boss and now he meets Song Zijie.

"Is he here? Now?"

The coffee cup in Zhou Xiaoxing's hand trembled twice and was very hot. According to Zhou Xiaoxing's inference, Song Zijie was quite capable, but because of Song Zihao's relationship, he had never been promoted. This time, he suddenly lost his job to Yuan Sir. Could it be related to Song Zihao?"<

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Cheng Silin organized the documents on Sir Peng's desk, opened the curtains, and watered the dying flowers. When she turned around, she met Zhou Xiaoxing's anxious eyes.

She didn't think much and nodded. Sir Peng was arriving soon, and she wanted to do something to cover up the fact that she hadn't returned to the mission office in the past few days.

"Did you say why?"

Zhou Xiaoxing blew on the coffee and put down a candy. The first cup was too bitter.

"I don't know, but I read the report written by Sir Peng and found out about Song Zihao."

It’s really like that.

"Song Zihao, the boss of the Asian counterfeit banknote group?"

Cheng Silin muttered as if she was remembering something.

"It's the former boss."

You still have to say it clearly, one word difference makes a lot of difference.

"He's out?"

Cheng Silin opened her eyes wide, her tone was trembling, she pointed at the door and hurriedly hid under Sir Peng's desk.

"There's a ghost..."

Where did the ghost come from in broad daylight?

Zhou Xiaoxing put down her coffee, rolled her eyes at Cheng Silin, and looked along her hand to see where there was any ghost.

There really are ghosts, bad ghosts.

Sir Huang walked over with a heavy belly and heavy steps. It was hard to believe that he had chased him here from the church.

"Madan, is this Sir Peng from Huantou next door?"

"I don't believe it. I clearly saw Song Zihao. What could he be if he wasn't a ghost?"

This is a big joke. Song Zihao has only been in prison. No newspaper has reported that he is dead. Where is the ghost if he is not dead?

Zhou Xiaoxing seemed to be explaining these words to Cheng Silin. After thinking about it, seeing is believing, he directly picked her up and threw her in front of Sir Huang.

"What are you doing?" Cheng Silin slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was a big belly. She looked slowly and realized that it was really Sir Huang.

"Sir Huang, what you do in broad daylight is so scary."

"Who is scary in broad daylight?"

This was not Sir Huang's voice, but Sir Peng's. Seeing Cheng Silin's dejected look, he couldn't help but complain.

"Sir Peng, you're back. It just so happens that this is Song Zihao. He's here to find his younger brother Song Zijie." Huang Sir pushed out Song Zihao, who was wearing a hat, and asked Peng Sir for his help.

"Brother Hao? Are you out?"

The same expression as Chen Silin, dumbfounded, Sir Peng felt better, quickly returned to normal, and asked this expected sentence.

"Yes, I'm here to find Song Zijie."

"Okay, I'll take you there."

Cheng Silin usually did these things. Peng Sir glanced at the woman out of the corner of his eye. She slowly moved to Zhou Xiaoxing, poking her fingers here and there, as if yes, I'll just say yes.

What else could he do? He took Song Zihao there by himself. It was his first time to have close contact with such a big boss, so he was inevitably a little excited.

Zhou Xiaoxing broke away from Cheng Silin, avoided Huang Sir's burning gaze, and stood up to leave.

No success.

He looked down and saw Cheng Silin pointing at Sir Huang, who was holding a gun and facing them.

Where is she, what did she see, and she wants to leave.

"Come on, there are no bullets in the gun."

How does he know?

No bullets, no reason, Chief Director?

"Don't move?"

Before Sir Huang could speak, a gun was pressed against his head.

That's so bold. Didn't you know he was the director?

Yuan Sir didn't really know that he heard Cheng Silin's voice in the office. He was explaining some situations to Song Zijie when he stopped and came to Sir Peng's office.

"Sir Yuan, this is Sir Huang. There are no bullets in his gun. Put it down."

"Sorry, Sir Huang." After saying that, he took back his gun and waved his hand for Cheng Silin to come out.

Sir Huang drew his gun. This was not an occasion they could participate in. After receiving Cheng Silin, he quickly slipped away and went to the latter's office. He took out two water glasses and placed them on the glass wall to observe what was going on.

No sound, no reason.
Chapter completed!