My sick girl will pretend

In the magnificent KTV box, Jin Jiajiang was lying on a comfortable leather sofa, and several beautiful and pure girls knelt on the ground and kneaded gently.

Jin Jiajiang said to a thin old man next to him, "Jing Guo, I seldom see you recently."

The old man put his hand on the young woman's body casually: "I don't have such a good interest as you. Recently, Yang Zhanguo seems to be eyeing me. I am always restrained in doing things."

Jin Jiajiang touched the exquisite snuff bottle, and asked slowly: "Don't he care about the Wang family?"

Yang Zhangguo didn't have any major troubles when he was the secretary of the municipal party committee in Huating. He had a good grasp of the direction, outstanding political achievements, a member of the Standing Committee of the Politburo, and a legitimate deputy at the national level.

Yang Zhangguo and Wang Jingguo's airborne is different. He started from the director of a scientific research department in Huating, and rose step by step to today. Every step is aboveboard, open and transparent, and does not allow others to have the slightest room for comment.

The above once praised Yang Zhangguo as a rare comrade and spoke highly of him.

What is commendable is that he is upright and has a tough style. At the same time, he is very friendly to the people and has a lot of prestige among the people.

A Wang family like him should be afraid of three points. If he doesn't care about others in the Wang family, he really can't say anything.

"Yang Zhanguo is tough. He really... may not take the Wang family seriously. It's not that the Wang family is not strong. From a personal point of view, I admire Yang Zhangguo very much. His kind of person, to put it bluntly, is They are called politicians, who serve the country and the people." Wang Jingguo laughed at himself: "People like us are politicians at best, and Yang Zhanguo has always disliked the Wang family's political style."

Jin Jiajiang laughed and said, "I'm just a vulgar person. I don't understand the petty thinking of you educated people. Then what are you going to do?"

Wang Jingguo: "It's just that the real ideas are different. If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move. Let's endure it first. When Yang Zhangguo is changed, it is very likely that he will go further. At that time, I will be the sky high and the emperor far away."

Jin Jiajiang nodded in agreement.

After Wang Jingguo left, Jin Jiajiang called the girls down. At this time, he was the only one left in the box.

Jin Jiajiang drank a few cups of tea unhurriedly, and after he recovered, he took out his mobile phone and made a call.The phone was connected quickly.

"Master Li, I don't know the specific relationship between Zhou Qing and the Han family for the time being, and it may take a while."

If anyone was present, they would have noticed that the uncrowned king of Huating had a rare respect for the person on the other end of the phone.

Jin Jiajiang was not at all impatient about what was ordered on the other end of the phone, and kept listening carefully on the phone.

After waiting for a long time to hear the sound of "di" and "di" from the mobile phone over there, I hung up the phone.

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In a small cafe on the back street of Huating, there is an old wooden structure building, and a small wooden table full of age. There are two steaming cups of coffee on it, and two people sit facing each other.

The older one looked about 40 to [-] years old. The middle-aged man's face was not sharp, and there was no arrogance on his face, but his eyes had a condescending feeling. It seemed that he was in a high place and was used to giving orders.

But when he is willing, he can give people a kind of affinity and make people feel respected.

The facial features of the young man on the opposite side are very standard, but his eyes are so cold that it makes people feel chills, and they are as deep as a pool of water that has not seen the sun all year round.

The young man is naturally Zhou Qing. He knows that the man opposite him is far from as young as he looks, probably because he is good at maintenance and exercise. If he remembers correctly, he should be close to fifty this year.

After two years, Zhou Zhunian suddenly asked to meet Zhou Qing. Zhou Qing actually had no idea at all. He didn't know what Zhou Zhunian wanted to do. This middle-aged man always kept everything in his heart. When he knew it, no one else could see a clue from his face. This was known by Zhou Qing before.

As the grades grew, after two years, Zhou Qing found that the man's face hadn't changed much, but he was more serious.

Originally, Zhou Zhunian wanted to meet at Zhou's house, but Zhou Qing rejected it, so they met in this small cafe.

Even the bodyguards are far away.

They were stirring coffee facing each other, Zhou Zhunian touched the edge of the snow-white cup and said, "It's been a long time since we saw each other, how have you been in the past two years?"

Zhou Qing tried his best to suppress his voice, but the ending sound was still a little unsteady, "It's okay."

Zhou Zhunian looked at Zhou Qing's face, he was still a child when he was brought back, and he became so big in a blink of an eye...

After a while, Zhou Zhunian averted his gaze, clearly... hoped that the child would be fine, but why did he end up like this in the end.

Zhou Qing lowered his head and drank his coffee, feeling that the other side's eyes never left him.

The small cafe was very quiet, only the sound of engines and horns coming from the cars outside.

Zhou Qing looked up at Zhou Zhunian: "Isn't it for chatting today?"

"I know you've always had a lot of questions, and today I'm giving you a chance. Some things will get moldy if you keep them in your heart for too long." Zhou Zhunian pointed out.

Zhou Qing slowly put down the cup: "Will you answer if I ask you?"

"Yes, as long as I know."

After a while, Zhou Qing grabbed the armrest tightly, "I want to ask my parents how they died."

Zhou Zhunian seemed to have expected what Zhou Qing wanted to ask. He turned over the phone, and there was a picture in it, with an old background.

A pair of young people are now standing side by side on the lawn, holding hands, smiling brightly, with the breeze blowing through their flying hair.

This is the Zhou family that has not been renovated for more than 20 years. This is when his parents were young.

"This is a photo of your parents back then. Your mother was a very famous beauty. Although she was born in a middle-class family, her mother, that is, your grandmother, was very far-sighted. She sold all her property to raise your mother. I went to a famous aristocratic school at the time, so I got to know your father and me, Ah Cheng, named Zhan Cheng, the eldest son of Zhan Du, the leader of the electronics industry at that time."

Zhou Qing couldn't help asking: "Then what's my mother's name?"

"Your mother...is called Su Meng." Zhou Zhunian paused when he said the name. After many years, he still felt a slight numbness in his heart when he remembered it again. He said slowly:

"Girls nowadays are popular to be independent and strong, and they have long since lost the subtlety of the ancients who said, 'Slender hands break the new orange'. At that time, your mother wore a white dress, which was full of oriental charm like the ancient pictures of ladies. Gentleness and tranquility is something I have never seen before."

"To be honest, your mother lived up to expectations. She had both talent and beauty. She was the first in all assessments. She was a man of the day. Your father and I started pursuing her at the same time. Unfortunately, her final choice was you. father."

"Although I didn't embrace the beauty, I became friends with your father in many competitions. Soon they got married and gave birth to you. After marriage, your mother did not live a life of husband and son, but actively participated in various competitions. You can express your opinions in a meeting full of business elites, be wise and confident, and those so-called business favorites are all overwhelmed by your mother's charm."

Zhou Zhunian talked about the people of the past in this small cafe, it was clearly the past, but now he is still in a state of turmoil.

From Zhou Zhunian's words, Zhou Qing could almost imagine his mother's demeanor back then, gentle, courageous, and generous.

"and then?"

"In addition to your father, Zhandu also had an illegitimate son who was born to a beloved mistress. After Ah Cheng's mother passed away due to illness, the mistress succeeded in taking over the throne, and the illegitimate son was later restored to justice. The disaster of your parents also began at this time. You fight over me."

"In order to gain a lot of power to speak, your father came to me. If you get the help of the Zhou family, Zhancheng will definitely become the winner. I can't see your mother living in this intriguing power struggle. I decided Help your father seize the property."

"But what he didn't expect was that after the illegitimate son knew the news, he would open up the relationship and find the killer organization, and spent a lot of money to buy your parents' lives. During the chaotic gun battle, your father was accidentally shot in order to protect me. During the high-speed rotation, it hit a fatal place, and your mother didn't listen to Ah Cheng's last words to live well, so she went away."

It turned out to be like this, Zhou Qing sat on the chair and didn't know what to say. An accident more than 20 years ago led to the current life of blunders...

While they were immersed in conversations and memories, they didn't notice a man in black clothes in the distance who had been watching them quietly for a long time.

He has been paying attention to Zhou Qing for half a month, since Zhou Qing left the detention center, but he has never found a chance, because Zhou Qing stayed at home and never went out. Even if he attended a banquet, he was surrounded by a group of people, and there was no way to start today. In this small place, is the perfect opportunity.

Someone offered an unprecedented high price to the second son of the Zhou family. He is a killer. As long as there are enough interests, nothing can hinder him from making a move.

The murderous intent was concealed under the peaked cap, and soon, as long as he pretended to take out things casually, he would be able to complete the task extremely quickly, and he would get a lot of money in the future, enough for him to wash his hands in a golden basin. spend the rest of my life.

Just like now, he slowly reached into his clothes, pretending to be holding something.

"Drip-"

He could almost hear the sound of the clock in the store, and thought it was a long time, but it was actually just a moment.

No one noticed what the man in black was doing in the corner. Cold sweat was already dripping from the temples of the man in black. He felt that his hand was holding the cold handle of the gun—he quickly took out the gun.

Aiming at the person over there and loading the gun, he can almost predict that the next bullet will be squeezed by the rifling, rotate, and finally be pushed out of the chamber.

Pull the trigger - "Thump!"

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