A Good Girl and Her Protective Billionaire Husband

You can search for "Mrs. Shen, a little sweet! Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!On May 20th, Jian Zhangke set off from City A, met with Han Suling at the transfer station, and drove a helicopter to the northernmost Xuefeng base.

There was another movement in the ghost organization. Han Suling gave information. This time the target of the ghost organization involved an entire province in the interior, colluding with the black bosses in the southwest and making big moves.

Involved in this kind of safety, he did not hesitate much, not to mention that the Swiss organization had had a feast with the ghost before, and the general ledger had to be settled.

When I arrived at the base, it was a meeting. Several people with common faces in the news came to see that Z Yan was very concerned about this matter.

Jian Zhangke took off his shirt button, twisted his eyebrows and took his seat. After waiting for a few minutes, Han Suling was about to talk. There was a small noise next to him, and the meeting room was dark. When he looked up, he found that the door had opened and several people walked in.

The light of the big screen passed through the man's cold steel-like silhouette, and his momentary sullen and stunned gaze was fixed on the dark shadow that came in the second way at the door.

Women's military boots, walk in a hurry.

Jian Zhangke's eardrum was agitated, and he actually couldn't really see anything against the light. The man tightened his thin lips, clasped his rough hands on the tabletop, and squeezed.

Han Suling began to preside over the meeting.

The people in the meeting looking at the door adjusted their sights.

Jian Zhangke's gaze fell on the big screen. The man leaned forward to the seat, and moved his hands clasped from the table to his abdomen. The long legs were slightly separated. The sitting posture would not appear casual and heavy.

There was a scent of woman scent beside him, his eyes were intent, but the silhouette of the passing calf was slender and well-proportioned, wrapped in black tight leather pants. It was light when he walked, and his gait was straightforward. The beauty is full of sight.

While he was watching, the people at the table were also seemingly indifferent.

This woman is very tall. At first glance, she was born as an agent, but her figure is a rare charm among female agents. She has a very good style, and she has no muscles from the outside.

She has a small slim suit, so that she has almost no waist, with long hair and sleeves rolled up. The dress is very simple and neat.

Han Suling said a few words, glanced left and right, smiled and paused for a moment.

Knowing that the people who come will arouse everyone's onlookers, Han Suling glanced at it, not as well-known as the meeting, it is indeed rare and sexy in the female agent world.

The three people waiting to come in are all seated——

Han Suling snapped his fingers, and the woman's eyebrows seemed to be born with a slight smile, making it easy to let go of precautions.

She introduced: "Everyone, Mr. Jian Muqing is familiar with him. There is no need to introduce him. Next to him is his secretary. Ms. Jiang, who came from afar today, let me give you a brief introduction. She is an old man in the IF organization. Entrusted by Hong Kong Z to come and assist us, it is mainly a password that needs to be deciphered. The ghost organization has played against the team led by Miss Jiang, which is very beneficial to us."

"The following is succinct and concise, first talk about the route..."

Jian Zhangke only noticed after Han Suling made a sound, and Jian Muqing actually came.

It is the first one to enter.

He twisted his eyebrows. It was not too surprising. The entire BU belonged to Jian Muqing. The department where Han Suling was located was under the jurisdiction of the BU. This incident was serious and Jian Muqing was also taking care of it.

It's just...what does it mean that the woman and Jian Muqing enter the door together?

Did you meet outside the base or?

The man stared darkly at the big screen, but his attention was on the first position on the left side of the conference table.

The woman sat down, her eyes never actively communicated with anyone in the room. She was always cold and expressionless. Next to her was Jian Muqing.

She didn't look at the big screen, opened the notebook directly, took a sip of the hot coffee by the table, her orange lips pressed tightly, and her brows wrinkled.

He squinted, it was not good, he had just drank it.

Then, her eyes hung down, always on the notebook.518 Chinese Network www.518zw.com

Han Suling spoke cleanly and was interrupted. She seemed to have a good temper. She smiled and listened to others before continuing.

It was originally a discussion meeting. After looking at his watch, Han Suling raised his eyes: "MISS Jiang?"

Jian Zhangke's gaze finally had a valid reason, and he moved over, and he was so dark that he didn't move.

The woman raised her head, her face covered by black hair was now completely exposed to everyone's sight. The eyes of the person who wanted to see her face clearly before was slightly startled.

Compared with Han Suling’s traditional and meticulous oriental beauty, this woman is very different. The skin is dense and has a layer of moisturizing. The eye sockets are deep and the double eyelids have large and deep creases. When facing people, the faint wildness of fierceness is indescribable.

She smiled, which is by no means a gentle smile.

The notebook was twisted in her hand, facing everyone, probably too tall. She was holding the table with both hands, and her leaning posture made her eyes very cold and sharp when looking at people. Mandarin is still not standard, but listening It is miraculously comfortable, probably the kind of unique Hong Kong-style hoarseness.

"...So the target location is very certain. In Chenglin, a third-tier city in the southwest region, to be more specific, it is a large-scale Sino-foreign joint venture chemical plant. The surface is smooth. The legal person is a few second-generation officials, but they all It's a guise, scheming and intertwined are all underground, south to the Golden Triangle, west to Central Europe, and north to North and South Korea. This is where throwing a little sesame can blow up the sky, everyone understands?"

Slightly grinned, unruly tone.

Several male agents laughed.

She talked about what she knew, what she was holding in her hand, and while she talked, her gaze would scan everyone from left to right and from right to left.

Jian Zhangke waited for her to sweep herself.

The man's eyes were deep cast, waiting to see her subtle expression clearly.

But he was disappointed.

The gaze she stayed on him was no different from watching others.

She didn't even pause for a second or deliberately ignore it pretending not to know.

His eyebrows were suddenly cold, and his lips tightened.

...

At the end of the meeting, another lunch will be arranged.

Everyone moved to the restaurant.

Xuefeng base is extremely secretive and suitable for meetings that require confidentiality. There are no people in the vicinity for hundreds of miles, radars are everywhere, and the defense is extremely strong.

So, there is nothing delicious, obviously this is a time to get to know each other, after all, the next step is to work together.

Ten people, three women.

Han Suling couldn't tease, and the other recorder didn't answer anything. He was extremely professional.

The attention of the gentlemen is naturally placed on Jiang Zilin, the face of an angel, the figure of the devil, beauty is fire, and personality is ice.

Most of the male agents present here are unruly.

Even the two who Z leaned over also walked over.

These two have just finished talking with Jian Zhangke.

Jian Zhangke came alone. It is indispensable for two senior officials to say hello to General Jian's youngest son and Jian Muqing's brother.

Jian Zhang Ke has his abilities and is well-known in the industry. If you invite him this time, your chances of winning are a little better.

The man pointed his finger at the base of the goblet, and looked at the opposite side of the long dining table with cold eyes. The woman's side face was full of smiles, her chin was pointed, her cheeks were full, and the lines on the side were deep and three-dimensional.