Along the way, there were people who gave Huo Jing a military ritual. Wen He felt that the pressure on his shoulders was heavier and seemed to be crushed soon.

The man next to him is the only man who can hold her.

She silently followed Huo Wei, ate vegetables and sat down in a quiet corner.

"You are a general, how can you eat here, there is no special place like a box?"

Huo Wei gave her a faint look, "..."

"Well, I understand that I understand, just right, absolutely not to use power for personal gain, is it the same?" Wenhe licked his mouth and took chopsticks into the rice bowl. "Do you say that I am not a petite flower in the army?"

Huo Wei chewed gracefully, put the chopsticks on one, and put his arms on the table, saying, "First, there are special places, I don't love to go. Second, you are not a soldier, and there is no direct relationship with flowers." ”

"The military is not a military? Discrimination!"

Wen He’s voice was a few degrees high. Suddenly he felt that he was inexplicably the focus card. He looked around and found that many people looked at their direction and seemed to be laughing.

To their sight, those people immediately converge on a smile, turned and turned, bowed their heads.

"Someone is laughing at us..." She was embarrassed to look down.

"Nothing."

He used to be particularly serious in the military, insulated from women, and brought a woman when he returned just four years later.

Those are brothers, curious.

"The food in your canteen tastes good." She took a sip, and added a sentence, "but it's far worse than what you did!"

"You can't talk without eating, eat your meal."

"Indifferent, ruthless, unreasonable..." She bowed his head and glared at him, muttering in her mouth.

"Since you are so busy, there is a task tomorrow night, go."

"Okay!" I was afraid that nothing would be done for her!

Returning to the room that night, Huo Wei gave her the only quilt to her, and took a coat and went to the study.

The next night, the night shrouded the bustling Kyoto.

A **** woman in a red halter dress appeared on the door of a famous high-level club in Kyoto on a pair of 10 cm high heels.

She has long hair and a tiny black communicator in her ear.

"Safety is the most important, information is second." There was a voice from Huo.

She turned her head, and the handsome man dressed in a tailored black suit came faceless.

She licked her ear and said, "Understand."

Into the splendid clubhouse, Wenhe went directly to the box in the upstairs, and Huo Wei was waiting in the bread compartment.

She always likes to be alone, so it is the first time that a teammate is performing a task.

Knocked on the door, Wenhe gently coughed, and the look became charming, then pushed the door in, and the room immediately smelled of smoke and pungent alcohol.

Long-term mixed in various occasions, these are just commonplace for her, and even the brows are not wrinkled.

"Sir, I am Sicily, my sister is ill, so I gave this business to me tonight, let me accompany you."

Wenhe smiled and walked in, his lips blushing, his charming movements were like a sultry person, letting a few men unconsciously look straight.

During the conversation, she quietly looked at the people present.

Privately selling military weapons is not a small crime, or at the foot of the emperor of Kyoto, these people are too courage!