"Brother Zhang Jian, you are back." Huang Fang, who was lying on the folding table with her chin holding her chin, lying on the blue folding table with a surprise look after seeing Zhang Jian and Master Yongjie come in, jogging to Zhang Jian with surprise, and silly holding Zhang Jian's hand and leaning intimately into Zhang Jian's arms and whispering in a low voice: "Zhang Jian, that guy named Wu Zun is like a piece of uncooked shave candy, he has been pestering me since this afternoon. Wait for a while, you can repair him hard for me, it's best to make him retreat the most difficult."

At this time, Zhang Jian lowered his head and could smell the refreshing orchid fragrance of Huang Fang, just like the lonely fragrance in the mountain stream, and the fallen flowers were frozen, giving people the feeling that his soul was soaked by the clear mountain spring. No wonder the man who looked full of romantic and decadent would stick to Huang Fang and not let go. His feelings were charming and wanted to find a pure temperament to have a literary and artistic spiritual spa that was just leaving.

Zhang Jian naturally held Huang Fang's arm, and his side face fell slightly slanted down a little soft little curly hair adorned with ink-colored temples. From Huang Fang's angle, Zhang Jian was clearly angular at this time. The wet hair on the dark temples was like dazzling purple stars to add a hint of unrestrained arrogance to him. Instead, he was not as peaceful as he usually did. However, when a man should be domineering, he was actually quite attractive.

Bi Fu sat on the military green single bed secretly poked Chu Xiao, who was smiling and preparing to watch the show. Then he lowered his voice and asked Chu Xiao, "Boss Chu, who is the guy who just came in? Could it be the one from Miss Huang?"

Chu Xiao first covered his mouth with his left hand and said to Bi Fu in his lips: "A man I accidentally found after arriving in Hangzhou. He is not a fuel-efficient lamp, you will know when the time comes." After that, he deliberately raised his voice and shouted behind Wu Zun: "Miss Huang is still single, and he still doesn't have a boyfriend, so anyone has a chance."

Although Wu Zun seemed to be very relaxed and whistling, his sharp ears were standing up as sensitively as a rabbit on the grassland, and no movement could escape his hearing. After hearing the words "She doesn't have a boyfriend yet", Wu Zun's mouth slightly raised, just like Labrador next door finally stole the candy hidden in the closet by his master, and he looked particularly cheering.

However, after only a few seconds, Wu Zun stopped his excitement. He first patted the light blue silk shirt with a silk texture on his body deeply, then walked around the table and blocked Zhang Jian's face. He turned his head and deliberately made his handsome face look cold and arrogant to facilitate the display of some of his temperament advantages: "I, Wu Zun, Miss Huang's good friend."

In fact, when Wu Zun raised his head, he regretted his reckless action. I made a big fuss. This guy was half a head higher than me, and his height was definitely more than 1.85 meters tall. It was so uncomfortable to talk to two people with unequal heights together, just like a relatively short person who had a stiff neck at night.

Zhang Jian squinted his eyes and looked at the handsome old boy in front of him. Yes, it was the old boy. Although Wu Zun had a matcha-colored retro 28 hairstyle and his stylish chin was covered with brown stubble, this added a hint of mature style to his frivolous and childish face, he could still see the unusual characteristics of him from his repeated provocative eyes, and maintained a cynical mockery of everything in the world and always insisted on a fearless attitude towards unknown things.

Wu Zun suddenly felt sweating on his back as Zhang Jian looked at him. His originally straight chest seemed to be twisting like countless ants crawling around on it. If there was no faint fragrance that penetrated Wu Zun's chaotic brain, he would have thought that he had returned to the 32nd Newcomer training twenty years ago. His first enlightenment teacher looked at him with such a strange look, and with a hint of inexplicable pity that made him conceive for many years.

"I said Lao Zhang, don't torture him. Not everyone can bear the aura of mentors on you." A big hand hugged Wu Zun's shoulder from behind. Chu Xiao walked to Zhang Jian with a smile and punched him in the chest and asked, "Boss Zhang, why didn't I realize that you have the potential of the protagonist at the beginning? Hey, if you are really a lucky son who is favored by humanity, don't cause trouble for my little brother. His little arms and legs can't stand the troubles of you."

"Don't bury me. If it's the protagonist, I won't be the one, Lao Wu is." Zhang Jian held his face and rubbed his chest. The gentle punch of Chu Xiao in his hand was really hard. He had only been in a few hours and had gained strength.

"Yes, let's talk about the protagonist Wu, that is the number one guitar in front of human fortune." Chu Xiao thought of Wu Xuemei's miserable handsome face and the abstinent male temperament on her body, and was reincarnated by Pan An, a handsome man from the Western Jin Dynasty. He could ignore the restrictions of all ages and be sought after by all kinds of women. If he hadn't lived too concisely, the girls would definitely have a modern version of "Throwing Fruits and Cars".

Chu Xiao thought about it and subconsciously sighed: "A real man should be like this."

"Don't use Liu Bang's words randomly. I'll not introduce the two buddies behind you after chatting for so long." Zhang Jian held Huang Fang with his left hand and adjusted the black hair that fell on his forehead with his right hand along the lines of his hair. The two of them stood together in a fit and looked particularly generous in the project tent, as if Chu Xiao and the others were the evil guests who came without warning.

"You kid, it's useless to be with any girl, including Lao Wu." Chu Xiao blinked at Zhang Jian with a shifting face as if saying that I've seen through you: "These two are my former colleagues, and the old boy who never grew up is Wu Zun. This is Lao Bi, the Bi of ***. He and Teacher *** are just one sword-like difference, of course they are not the cheap ones I thought of. Lao Bi used to be an ace pilot serving the first combat sequence of the Chinese Air Force. He is a treasure in the hands of our old webmaster. He didn't expect that the station would send him to perform the mission this time."

"Hello. Bi Fu, used to be an air force pilot, and now he is an unknown bar in the Nanjing Station of the Special Bureau. In the next joint operation, we will complete the tasks in the bureau as teammates on the same front, so now I will apologize for Wu Zun's rude behavior on behalf of the station, hoping that we can let go of our past grudges and do our part for the safety of the motherland's territory." In Zhang Jian's eyes, this middle-aged man in his forties was surrounded by thick blood-colored evil spirits. This is definitely a Republic soldier who has experienced cruel battles and has truly killed people on the battlefield.

Zhang Jian has always been aware of these people's soldiers who sacrificed their lives and had no regrets for their youth. He solemnly held Bi Fu's left hand and replied firmly: "Zhang Jian, the non-staff consultant of the Hangzhou Branch of the Special Bureau, ancient martial arts."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!