[69 Book Bar - www.] At this time, another white man with blond hair and snow-skinned skin said, "Lan, although you are the youngest and most talented killer, you don't have a brain that matches your skills.
Mr. Scobbin has appeared here, do you think what the consultant said is still false?"
He leaned aside, trying to be as tall and handsome as a European.
In fact, among the people in the room, except Wen Chenjun and Ming Feng, who have Asian looks, the rest are of exotic appearance or mixed race.
Even the old housekeeper is of mixed race, he is Chinese and Russian. At this moment, he is sitting quietly on the sofa making Kung Fu tea, not participating in the disputes between those people, just waiting for Tang Qianye's arrival...
What needs to be mentioned is that in a killer organization, there are various responsibilities. In addition to the leader, there are also consultants, contacts, killers, and aftermath personnel; the contact person is the old butler, who is responsible for receiving orders from customers.
Then after checking it with Tang Qianye, he followed the instructions and sent the killers who had no tasks at hand to the organization. Merlin and Xier were the aftermath personnel, a bit like criminal officers. They would patrol around the world from time to time to see if the killers' tasks were handled perfectly...
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Therefore, everyone knows that the old housekeeper and Merlin Xier are the representatives of Qian Ye.
It has been five years since Master Qian disappeared, and the old butler only appeared once in the process, so half of the people don't trust the new consultants. There are ten killer cadres in the Undertaker's organization, and these few except Lan
, all belong to those who can trust Mr. Wen Chen.
When Lan was staring at Wen Chenjun with the flash of his concealed weapon, a soft and beautiful man's voice came from outside the hall, "Stop, it was me who appointed Wen Chenjun to be the consultant of the organization. What he means is what I mean."
After saying this, everyone turned around and saw Tang Qianye appearing at the door of the hall, followed by Merlin and Xi'er.
The old housekeeper hurriedly got up and sat down on the sofa to welcome him.
Except for the red fox who was still admiring the peach blossoms, everyone immediately stood over respectfully.
Lan looked at him carefully and asked, "Master Qian, are you really okay?"
He wanted to say, are you really not dead?
"Don't worry, he's not dead." Tang Qianye said directly.
He sat there elegantly and took the special tea cup from the old butler, with a cold and arrogant look on his face.
Lan immediately shrank aside and became silent.
There is a kind of person, although he speaks very little, no one dares to contradict him and question him. His existence is like a god and imprints a shadow in your mind. Even if you just see him, you will not feel awe...
Tang Qianye is this kind of existence to the people in the organization.
Wen Junchen looked at this old friend whom he had met again after five years. He was surprisingly calm and said helplessly, "Please explain to everyone quickly, so as not to suspect that I killed you or hid you with the intention of usurping the throne."
Everyone immediately looked at you expectantly, but they didn't dare to be the first to ask where you were.
Facing their gazes, Tang Qian put down his cup, and there was a faint smile-like arc on Bo Mei's lips, "I'm sorry, I've been away for a few years. How are you all?"
His voice was calm, without any fear of guilt or panic about being questioned.
But this sentence alone contained his politeness and explanation, and no one dared to say anything more.
Because he rarely meets everyone.
Besides, Master Qian said he was sorry, so who would dare to pursue it further?
The living room suddenly fell into silence, and everyone lowered his head slightly. Mingfeng said, "Don't worry, Mr. Qian, everyone is fine. We just have collisions with Qingfeng's people from time to time. Qingfeng has sent us several organizational messages."
Zhan, because you weren't here and the consultant didn't answer the call, Master Qian, it depends on what you want this time."
The so-called organizational war is when two organizations collide or dispute in business, choose a time and a place, pk!
Of course, this kind of PK is not a game, it is a real fight with swords and guns...
Tang Qianye listened, with a fearless smile on his handsome face, "Since they are so interested, let's take it." He glanced at the people sitting indifferently, "When will the others arrive?"
Ming Feng said, "The remaining five cadres are still performing tasks around the world. It is estimated that it will take two days."
He nodded gently, "Then when everyone arrives, I will explain the details."
The others immediately jumped for joy, showing excited eyes like wild beasts that had finally broken free and were about to hunt.
So, everyone settled down in Longyuan, waiting for the situation of the organized war in two days.
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After leaving the hall, Tang Qianye's residence.
With no one else present, Wen Chenjun suddenly spat loudly and grabbed his arm as if he was about to cry, "Qianye, you are finally back. You don't know, those guys are looking at me all day long.
Wanting to kill me, I couldn’t even sleep well and was always on guard to see if someone would try to catch me while I was sleeping. I even went back to China to be on guard to see if they would follow..."
In front of others, he was very calm. At this moment, he vomited out all the bitterness of several years.
Merlin went to communicate with other people in the organization. The old housekeeper and Xi'er looked at him, speechless and ashamed. It was obvious that he had handled things very well in the past few years.
However, this is not the first time I have met Wen Chenjun, and I know that they have a close relationship.
Tang Qianye didn't show any expression towards his 'crying'. He cut a few peach blossoms and was busy with his flower arrangement art while saying calmly, "Thank you for your hard work."
In one sentence, Mr. Wen Chen felt even more aggrieved.
After howling for a while, he suddenly paused, as if he remembered something.
Slowly he raised his head and looked at Tang Qianye, "By the way, let me tell you something."
Tang Qianye said nothing, waiting for him to speak.
Wen Chenjun looked at his current expression with concern, and then said cautiously, "But don't get excited, well, I...I heard that Miss Ouyang got married, you," he paused and observed him again.
The look on his face said, "Do you know?"
Tang Qianye calmly placed the pruned peach branches in the vase. After a while, he said, "I have seen her. We were together yesterday."
Then left in a hurry in the morning...
The daylight shines on his pale and handsome face, his eyes are slightly drooped, and the expression of his pupils cannot be seen clearly under his long eyelashes.
"You..." Wen Chenjun stepped back and looked at him in shock!
Together? Which one is together? Sleeping together?
Tang Qianye looked at the vase and asked him, "Do you know about her husband's situation?"
"you……"
Wen Chenjun swallowed and had a bad premonition, "What do you want to do?"
He wouldn't want to kill someone, would he?
Unexpectedly, he said expressionlessly, "Talk to him."
Wen Chenjun was even more shocked. He suddenly understood that he had slept with his wife, and then he was going to openly come to the door as a third party to make his original wife go away! Isn't this worse than killing her?
It would be a disaster for any wife to have such an ex.
Wen Chenjun's eyebrows twitched for a while, and he said anxiously, "But if you do this, will it destroy other people's families? Isn't that bad?"
Tang Qianye said nothing, the gorgeous peach blossoms reflected on his face, his handsome face disapproving.
He didn't think it was sabotage, because he felt that even if Ouyang Weiwei got married, their relationship must not be good, otherwise she would not have been with him last night, and her tightness told him that she had no sex life at all.
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Seeing his persistence, Wen Chenjun was helpless, "Okay, it's up to you, but I don't know her husband's situation. I just heard that she and her husband got married abroad and didn't hold a wedding banquet at home. Oh,
She also gave birth to a pair of twins, which I saw once when I went home last time. They were very beautiful and looked very much like Miss Ouyang."
As he spoke, he recalled the two pink dolls with a face full of intoxication.
He thought at that time that he really wanted to marry a beautiful wife, because then the children he would give birth to would be beautiful...
Tang Qianye shook his hand. It doesn't matter if it's beautiful. It's not his. He's not happy and he doesn't like it. He swallowed and said with a gloomy face, "Then have you heard of Qianluo?"
Wen Chenjun came back to his senses and was stunned, "Qianluo? Who is it?"
At this time, Xi'er, who was standing next to her, said, "A person who may be very close to her has a name that sounds like a Chinese. Has Mr. Wen ever heard of this person at home?"
Wen Chenjun turned around and shook his head blankly.
Tang Qianye's eyes darkened and he said to himself, "You don't know, then I guess it's him..."
"Her husband?" Wen Chenjun was surprised.
He turned around and recited the name. After thinking for a while, he suddenly raised his head and looked straight at Tang Qianye.
There was an eerie silence in the air.
He looked at Tang Qianye and suddenly said, "Qianye, don't you think the name of this man named Qianluo is very similar to yours?"
Tang Qianye's hand sluggishly...
Wen Chenjun said, "I suddenly had a guess, because I met her daughter once, she is about four years old now, which matches the time you left, and you Tang family all have the inheritance of twins... Qianye,
You know what I'm trying to say, right? I don't think she would marry someone else right after you left."
Tang Qianye's pupils suddenly widened sharply, and he said without looking back, "Xie'er, go book a flight ticket."
He felt something was wrong as soon as he heard that her daughter was four years old. Yes, why hadn't he thought of this possibility?
The two people behind heard it, a drop of sweat dripped from the old housekeeper's forehead, and Xi'er immediately responded.
Wen Chenjun looked at his flashing eyes and continued to talk about his guess, "Then the man's name is Qian Luo. I'm thinking... Will Miss Ouyang not be able to bear the rumors of having a child out of wedlock, so she will find someone to grow up with you?"
Someone with a similar name got married?..."
Tang Qianye stopped listening to what he said next. At this moment, he suddenly felt that it didn't matter who Qianluo was.
Weiwei didn't have a child with anyone else, it could be their daughter, they didn't end it...
He took a breath and became very excited, and hurriedly dialed Ouyang Weiwei's mobile phone, but the other party's phone was already turned off. Thinking that she had left in the morning, it was probably already time, so he stood up anxiously, "Chen Jun, this is
You deal with it first while I return home."
"Go back now?" Wen Chenjun was surprised, "Then when will you come back? The other team members will be arriving in two days?"
Tang Qianye said nothing more and had already gone to pack up with the old housekeeper and prepare to return home.