"I understand, leave this matter to me..." Tang Yun's expression was lazy, with a smile on her face, but her tone was cold.

Chen Yubo knew what this sentence meant. Looking at the beauty in front of him who could kill people while talking and laughing, he couldn't help but shudder. All thoughts of getting close to her were thrown out of the window at this moment. Although he had feelings for that woman

The secretary is somewhat reluctant to give up, but in the face of his personal future, he understands what necessary sacrifices are.

"In that case, if I don't have anything else to do, I'll leave." After Chen Yubo said that, he stood up and left in a hurry.

Tang Yun is a woman who is so charming that when a man sees her, he wants to ride on her crotch and sing "Conquer". If he can't get her, staying in front of her for one more second is a kind of torture. Chen Yubo often regrets that he didn't

Enjoy it better. Now that I have this idea, I don't have the opportunity. But even if there is this opportunity, Tang Yun today does not dare to touch it.

Chen Yubo knew that Tang Yun looked down on him, and would not tell her the truth about many things. For example, Chen Yubo did not disclose any of his plans to invest in the financial market of country m in front of her. However, even though he did not tell her, Tang Yun already knew about it.

Seeing Chen Yubo running away, a disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of Tang Yun's mouth. She secretly sneered: "Without me, how could you have been able to stand firm in the treacherous officialdom over the years?"

Let’s talk about Pang Jindong.

In Pang Jindong's memory, the Corbino Center is a very cold place, and the rarest thing is light. For some reason, there are very few windows in the center's buildings, making it difficult for outside sunlight to come in. The spacious rooms

There are wide corridors, and there are not enough lights installed. Therefore, anywhere in the center can barely see the surrounding things clearly, and it is difficult to see things slightly further away.

In addition, the working atmosphere of the center is oppressively quiet, and normal conversations between people are kept as low as possible, making the place filled with a ghostly atmosphere.

The center remains the same after reconstruction.

Miss Parker's high heels stepped on the marble floor of the corridor, making a regular "tap" sound. Under the dim light, it was vaguely visible that she was wearing dark lip gloss as always, and her eye shadow was also dark and pretty.

A cold light shone on his face.

If the Cobino Center wants to choose an image spokesperson, there is no one more suitable than Miss Parker. Her whole body embodies the temperament of the Center.

Miss Parker knocked on a heavy solid wood door a few times. After a while, a deep voice came from inside: "Come in."

"Dad, look for me!" Miss Parker walked in and sat opposite her father.

Mr. Parker's office is tall and spacious. Like the rest of the center, it is firmly committed to saving energy. Only the area around his desk and seat will be illuminated. Sitting opposite him, you can't even see one wall of the office.

, let alone what is around. Wherever you look, there must be a cold darkness, and you don’t know how far it extends. This feeling makes this office seem to be suspended in an ethereal space.

.

Mr. Parker was working on some documents at hand. After a while, he put down his pen, closed the folder, looked up at his daughter, and smiled.

Mr. Parker is over sixty years old, with a gray head and a neat white beard under his nose. He always has a kind smile on his face. But the real Mr. Parker is definitely not as gentle and courteous as he appears.

One of the giants, his viciousness has left a deep impression on many people.

Miss Parker felt a little uncomfortable under her father's gaze and asked again: "Dad, what do you want from me?"

"Is there any progress regarding the defector Jerry Pang?"

"It is now certain that Bernard left the money to Jerry."

"It no longer matters whether Jerry returns to the Center. Although he is a talent, this well-bred horse has been wandering around for too long and turned into a wild horse. It is difficult to tame it back. But that sum

The money should be taken back, because it is the property of the Center after all, and the director of the CIA is also pursuing it very closely..." After a pause, Mr. Parker asked again: "Why was the pursuit terminated?"

"Because..." Miss Parker coughed slightly and said in a low voice: "Dad just came back from Europe, so he probably doesn't know yet. Anderson gave us a signal to stop all actions against Jerry."

"Oh?" Mr. Parker really didn't know about this, and his two gray eyebrows couldn't help but knit together tightly. Anderson who came out halfway made him feel angry, but at the same time he was helpless: "How did that old guy get involved in this?"

Something happened?"

"I think the central intelligence system needs to bear a lot of responsibility because they did not grasp that a strong relationship had been established between Jerry and Director Anderson many years ago."

"The director of the CIA does not dare to offend this presidential candidate. If he really tries to intervene, he will have to give up..." After thinking for a moment, Mr. Parker suddenly asked: "Where is Jerry now?"

"According to reliable information, he should have returned to China!"

"In their country, we can't do whatever we want, but because of this, Anderson's tentacles can't reach there..." Mr. Parker said, giving his daughter a meaningful look.

Miss Parker nodded: "I know how to do it!"

"Then go for it!"

Miss Parker didn't say anything more, stood up and walked out. She didn't know that although her father asked her many questions, he didn't disclose the information he knew.

Although Mr. Parker is afraid of Anderson and does not know that Anderson has intervened in the affairs of the center, he recently learned that a storm is slowly forming around Anderson. If Anderson is knocked down by this storm, then in Bernard

When it comes to making huge investments in Germany, he no longer needs to be timid.

The Cobino Center is a place where family ties have become so cold.

Pang Jindong has Pang Jindong's abacus, and Tang Yun has Tang Yun's abacus.

Now, Tang Yun has made up her mind to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers, while Pang Jindong is also determined not to bite Yang Yunlong's hard nut and just sit back and watch Chen Yubo fight him.

However, Pang Jindong did not know that he had a rival like Tang Yun so far, nor did he know that Chen Yubo, who seemed to have unlimited fame, relied heavily on Tang Yun's plan.

When Pang Jindong returned home, just as the Xinglong Gang meeting had just ended, the high-spirited bosses walked by one after another, not forgetting to say hello to Pang Jindong.

"How many times have I said this..." Pang Jindong sat heavily on the sofa and said dissatisfiedly to Lin Peiwen: "Don't hold a gang meeting in my house!"

"I lost 10 million, I have to find a way to make it back!" Lin Peiwen glanced sideways at Pang Jindong, grabbed two plums and put them in her mouth.

"It seems that the money was not paid by you yourself, but by the bosses under you!"

"It's the same. They lost so much money because of me. If I don't think of a way to help them earn it back, it will chill their hearts. Who will dare to mess with me in the future?"

After the Brother Scar incident settled down, Lin Peiwen never mentioned the whereabouts of the ten million yuan in front of Pang Jindong, but the way she looked at Pang Jindong afterwards was a bit strange. This made Pang Jindong unsure whether she had already known it.

"Maybe I have a guilty conscience..." Pang Jindong comforted himself.

The only thing Pang Jindong can be sure of is that even if Lin Peiwen knew that she had got the money, she would not try to recover it. Firstly, because she had no real evidence; secondly, she was not a person who particularly cared about money, because her wealth was far away from her subordinates.

Many bosses know that if Brother Scar had known something, he would have regretted not doubling the ransom. What’s more, she didn’t have a penny in the money, and Pang Jindong had such a handle falling into her hands.

She can now live in Pang Jindong's house with confidence.

Lin Peiwen actually planned this. From the first time she saw Pang Jindong, for some reason, she believed that this was a man who could protect her. And a series of subsequent events undoubtedly strengthened her belief.

Feel.

The boss of the underworld who is all-powerful outside, a cold and ruthless female devil in the eyes of many people, is still a girl in the final analysis. She has a fragile side and needs protection from others. The way she behaves in front of Pang Jindong is from the Xinglong Gang

It's something no one can even dream of.

"By the way, it's time to trim my toenails..." Lin Peiwen said, pulling off the white cotton socks on her feet and placing her feet next to Pang Jindong. Today she was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a

White sling. The two little feet are like two little white rabbits, which looks very cute.

Pang Jindong glanced at the pair of crystal-clear jade feet, gritted his teeth, and held back his anger: "You still dare to let me repair it for you?"

"Why don't you dare?" Lin Peiwen looked at Pang Jindong provocatively.

"I was misunderstood last time I trimmed your nails..."

Lin Peiwen interrupted Pang Jindong: "Anyway, it was you who misunderstood, not me!"

"You always live in my house, alone and alone, in the fields and plums. I can't explain it clearly! If this matter spreads again, it will have a great impact on my reputation as an unmarried young talent with a great future.

It’s so big! It’s crushing people to death under the tongue. Rumors can be widely used for gold, so I have to take care of this..." Pang Jindong pointed to his face, and then continued: "You don’t care about chastity, but I do..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Lin Peiwen put her right foot in front of Pang Jindong and urged: "Hurry up!"

After all, it was someone else's short mouth and someone else's short hand. When he thought of the 10 million, Pang Jindong could only work as a pedicurist with peace of mind.

Strangely enough, last time I was seen by my sister Lu Jing, this time I was actually met by my sister Jin Lingling.

Jin Lingling had nothing to do and was a little worried about Pang Jindong. She happened to have something to do, so she came over as an excuse, but she didn't expect to see this scene.

"It's very intimate!" Along with Jin Lingling's sweet shout, a sour smell hit her face.

Pang Jindong held Lin Peiwen's feet at a loss, and looked at Fengjian Yaqing with a sad face.

Kazama Masaki helplessly shrugged her shoulders and stuck out her tongue again. She had just been washing fruits in the kitchen. She didn't know what Pang Jindong and Lin Peiwen were doing, otherwise she wouldn't have opened the door immediately. She was a smart person, so she naturally knew that Pang Jindong

There is an inexplicable and unclear relationship with these two girls.

"Your lifeline is very long, but at the age of seventy-eight, you will probably get a serious illness..." Pang Jin suddenly straightened his face, looked at the soles of Lin Peiwen's feet, and spoke word by word.

Lin Peiwen originally didn't take Jin Lingling's sudden appearance seriously, but when Pang Jindong said this, she became confused: "What are you doing?"

"This is called footography, and it is a treasure of our country's traditional culture..." Pang Jindong put down Lin Peiwen's feet and said solemnly: "I just learned it!"

Before Lin Peiwen could say anything, Jin Lingling took the lead and asked angrily: "Where else can I get a fortune teller?"

Pang Jindong replied sternly: "Currently I only learn how to read feet!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Kazama Yaqing picked up a plate of fruit, raised it in front of Pang Jindong and Jin Lingling, and said with a smile: "Come on, come on, eat apples!"

No one paid attention to her.

Jin Lingling's duck-egg round face turned a duck-egg blue color, and her voice started to get higher: "What are you planning to learn next?"

"This...I don't know yet..."

"If you don't learn other physiognomy and learn feet, are you a foot fetishist?"

Pang Jindong tried his best to look confident and asked: "There are many people engaged in the foot massage industry in our country. They are hard-working socialist workers. Are they all foot fetishists?"

It was okay for Pang Jindong not to mention pedicure, but when he mentioned pedicure, Jin Lingling became even more angry. As a police officer, she knew very well about the places that exist in the name of "pedicure". Her voice rose another octave: "

So, you learned these things at a pedicure?"

"Yes!" Pang Jindong replied seriously.

At this moment, even Lin Peiwen couldn't stand it anymore. Looking at the angry Jin Lingling, she coughed lightly and signaled Pang Jindong to change the topic immediately.

Kazama Yaqing's round eyes rolled around, glancing left and right, then picked up the fruit again and greeted with a dry smile: "Come on, come on, eat apples!"
Chapter completed!