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Chapter 1239 The Heart of Gossip

The next day, Qin Fei got up early. After washing, he moved a chair and sat behind the door, pricking up his ears and listening.

It's not that Qin Fei is gossiping, but that he discovered something.

That is, the big stallion Mist who was in the same room as him did not come back!

Originally, this was nothing new. It was not the first day that Qin Fei and Mist went on a mission together. This guy could find meat to satisfy his physiological needs wherever he went. In bars, restaurants, he even stood on the street, ogling and whistling.

Mist did a lot of bad things.

But what surprised Qin Fei was that this energetic stallion could really eat anywhere.

In fact, Qin Fei thinks that Mist's appearance is just like that. If you use a 100-point scale to measure appearance, this guy can only score 60 points at most, which is no different from ordinary foreigners.

But he has a pretty good figure. He is a special soldier. Of course, his muscle lines are first-rate. Plus, with the livid stubble on both sides of his face and chin, he really looks like a tough guy wherever he goes.

Domestic girls like androgynous idols, but foreign girls like real muscular men. Qin Fei still agrees with the aesthetics of foreign girls, which is much better than admiring those so-called flowery boys who are effeminate and neither tomboyish nor torogynous.

At least one look at a guy like Mist, a woman will know that this guy has enough ability and physical strength to accompany you through all the difficult moves without blinking an eye.

Can Flower Boy do it?

It is estimated that the pretty boy will be out of breath after just a few difficult moves.

Therefore, Mist is simply a human-shaped hormone spreading machine, and his cynical little eyes make him look like a disposable product with the words "Only about sex, not love" written on his forehead.

Therefore, wherever he goes, he can attract like-minded women who like to have romantic relationships.

Nowadays, men are looking for meat, but who says women can’t? Even if they have sex with each other, they say men make money. Who knows who is whose prey? Women can’t prey on men anymore? It’s so exciting to be together until dawn.

Just the men?

This theory is so fucked! Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies. Did Zhuang Zhou dream of butterflies or did butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou? This is a philosophical question.

The only thing that aroused Qin Fei's gossip was that there was a huge commotion in Michelle's room last night!

After all, zahotel is a five-star hotel, and the soundproofing measures must be good. You can actually hear noises in your room. Last night Qin Fei was lying on the bed, and the bang-dong-dong sound next door seemed to be demolishing the house. It made people unable to sleep at night. There were several times when Qin Fei was lying on the bed.

Fei Du almost lost his mind and came to see Michelle to find out what happened.

What are you doing? Playing in the ring?

The only thing Qin Fei wants to find out now is who was in Michelle's room last night.

When Mist opened the door softly, he saw Qin Fei flash out like a ghost in the next room, looking at him with a weird smile on his face.

"It was hard last night, wasn't it?" Qin Fei said.

"Cough cough cough -" Mist took off his somewhat messy autumn clothes, put on his down jacket, and glanced at Qin Fei: "You slept in the room last night?"

"Well, sleep is sleep. If you don't sleep well, the next door is too noisy." Qin Fei's words were meaningful.

Mist looked back at Michelle's door, and apologized with a proud expression: "Ah, that's right...Sorry, it was too violent last night."

Mist pushed the door open and walked into the room. Qin Fei followed and closed the door.

"There are a lot of scratches on your neck." Qin Fei said, "Is there a cat in Michelle's room?"

Mist was stunned, then his old face turned red, and he ran to the mirror and took another look. Soon, he made a move that surprised Qin Fei - he deliberately pulled down his collar to reveal as many blood-red streaks as possible.

scratch marks.

"Fuck you!" Qin Fei couldn't help but cursed: "Shameless!"

"Stupid Oriental!" Mist glanced at Qin Fei, "You know nothing, this is my medal!"

"You're going to become a medal museum, and you still care about this one?" Qin Fei couldn't help but sneer, "Have you collected all the medals from all over the world? Can you summon the dragon when you collect them all?"

"What is summoning the dragon?" Mist didn't understand and looked confused.

"It's nothing, I'm just praising you for how good you are." Qin Fei was too lazy to explain the Dragon Ball comics to him, and said: "Okay, let's talk about business. You didn't really fight with Michelle all night last night, right?

Didn’t talk about business?”

"Let's talk." Mist picked up the mineral water in the room and took a sip. "Ah, it's purified water. I thought it was soda water."

"What does Michelle plan to do?" Qin Fei asked, "If Basiev really died in the air strike, I want to know what MI17's plan is."

"If you want to ask, just ask her yourself. It's not like you don't know her." Mist returned to her bed and fell into bed as if she had fallen apart.

"I wanted to ask last night, but do you think it was appropriate for me to knock on your door last night?" Qin Fei said, "I won't be so ignorant that I disturb your good things."

Mist lay on the bed, tilted his head and thought for a while, and felt that this was reasonable, so he said: "Yes, you are right. I think the most correct thing you did last night was this."

"Tell me, what should I do?"

"There is nothing we can do. If Basiev dies, the basis for our cooperation with the FSB will no longer exist." Mist continued to drink water, and then spread his hands: "Then the FSB will definitely not continue to cooperate with MI17. We have to rely on

I'm sorry, maybe there are some clues in that hard drive that we can use."

"Well." Qin Fei remembered the call with An Ruosu last night, and said: "Some of the data in it is gradually being analyzed, pointing to a number of shadow banks, and some of the overseas companies where the money flows seem to be very rich.

The problem is being dealt with by my people."

"By the way." Mist suddenly sat up in bed, looked at Qin Fei and said, "It is said that some money in the hard drive went into the accounts of some executives in our country?"

"Private accounts are also flowing. As for whose account it is, maybe your database is more comprehensive than ours." Qin Fei said: "Your boss probably knows who he is looking for."

"I want a copy of those documents." When it came to business, Mist was very serious, and the cynical expression before was gone.

"Okay, after my people are sorted out, I will send them to your designated mailbox." Qin Fei said: "After getting these, will you retire with success?"

"No, I'm waiting for a result." Mist said.

Qin Fei asked: "What's the result?"

Just as Mist was about to answer, the cell phone on the table rang.

When he picked it up and listened, his expression became a little surprised, and he pointed to Qin Fei in the direction of Michelle's room.

When he hung up the phone, Qin Fei asked: "Whose call is it?"

"Michelle's." Mist jumped up from the bed, "Let's go there."

"Past?" Qin Fei was stunned.

"Fake, what are you thinking? Do you think I invited you to the men's doubles?" Mist said with disdain: "I'm not that perverted. It was Yushchenko who came and called us in Michelle's room.

Past." (To be continued)


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