Chen Yuanjun rubbed the deep lines between his eyebrows: "She and I are not in the same system, but what Yuanzi said should be fine."

"So that's how it is." The grandmother gave her daughter a vicious look, "I know it's nonsense, such a big man, he can't speak out of his head."

Jiang Yubai ignored her mother's scolding, she looked at Zhang Yuanqing silently, there was no sadness or joy in her dark eyes, they were peaceful, but there seemed to be something hidden in her deeper eyes, like sadness, helplessness, pain, or something. Not reconciled. Zhang Yuanqing panicked for no reason.

At this time, grandma was a little embarrassed and ashamed and said:

"Then, let's invite her home for dinner next time, Motoko, I haven't had dinner yet, I'll warm it up for you."

"No, it's a hot day, just eat like this." Zhang Yuanqing sat down and picked up the two mouthfuls of rice he had just eaten. It was already cold, and the dishes were also cold.

"Husband."

Before he could have dinner, the Ghost Bride, who had watched the whole farce in the living room, floated over faintly and resentfully, and said in a mournful voice:

"That woman is your fiancee?"

Zhang Yuanqing covered the corner of his mouth and said in a low voice:

"My concubine, it's my concubine."

Really, after coaxing people, you have to deceive ghosts.

late at night.

On the rooftop of a certain residential building, the evening wind blows slowly, blowing the blue silk and the bright red skirt.

On the edge of the roof, sat a woman wearing a silver mask. The Song Dynasty-style long skirt was complicated and gorgeous, with cloud patterns on the sleeves and chest with gold thread sleeves.

The eyes under the silver mask stared blankly at the bright night scene below. The hot and noisy day was over, but the night did not bring tranquility to the city.

The neon lights converge into a winding road, and cars with high beams are shuttling under the street lights.

And among the roads made of neon lights, there are tall buildings rising from the ground, and there are pedestrians downstairs.

The people in the building and the people downstairs are enjoying their own time.

Palace Mistress Zhi Sha gently shook her skirt, her feet as white as jade, staring at the night scene in a daze.

Until the slight sound of footsteps sounded from the stairs, a middle-aged uncle with an afro, big belly, and unkempt appearance climbed the stairs and came to the rooftop.

"Palace Master!"

The Great Sage of Emotional Insanity bowed and saluted, and said: "The information you are looking for, Guan Ya, a member of the second team in Kangyang District, has been collected."

He paused and said:

"Guan Ya is a descendant of the Fu family from the Lingjing family. She is cousin to Fu Qingyang. Her mother is the younger sister of the current head of the Fu family, and the Lingjing ID is Fu Xue.

"Her father is the second-level prosecutor of the Heavenly Punishment Organization, and he holds real power. The two are divorced now, but neither has remarried. Moreover, this prosecutor still has many business contacts with the Fu family, and the relationship is relatively strong. allies.

"Why Guan Ya came to Songhai to work is not yet clear, but my subordinates asked people within the Five Elements League to check her personal information and found that her personal credit was blacklisted.

"She doesn't seem to be liked by Fu's elders. In Songhai, she depends entirely on Fu Qingyang's support. The specific reason is too short to be verified."

The Master of the Killing Palace turned his back to him, and said calmly:

"Enough! You go back first." JrNovels.com