Chapter 212: Don’t blame the mistress for being mean, just blame Yan Jiang for being too handsome



Luo Wensheng somewhat admired Yan Jiang's ruthlessness, but at the moment, Song Fei was the person Luo Wensheng cared about the most. Luo Wensheng suddenly pulled Yan Jiang away and squeezed in between Yan Jiang and Song Fei.

Luo Wensheng lowered his head, looking at Song Fei with shining eyes. He lowered his voice and asked Song Fei mysteriously, "Miss Song Fei, please tell me, do you know Fox?"

Hearing Fox's name again, Yan Jiang pricked up his ears.

Song Fei nodded and said, "She is my teacher."

"As expected, a great teacher produces a great student!" Luo Wensheng was so close to his idol for the first time, and he was extremely excited. He asked flatteringly, "How is your master? He hasn't appeared since he retired eight years ago. We all miss him very much."

In everyone's mind, Fox has always been a man.

A strong hacker should be a man! This is almost everyone's consensus.

Song Fei blinked her eyelashes and lied without hesitation, saying lightly, "My master is dead."

"Ah?" Luo Wensheng was stunned as if struck by lightning, "How could it be..."

"My master was in poor health. He had been in a car accident before. Although his life was saved, his organs started to malfunction again and he passed away two years ago." As she spoke, Song Fei's face was filled with genuine sadness.

Luo Wensheng had no doubt about Song Fei's words. He was filled with emotion. "F God is my belief. When I was still in school, F God was already a god-like existence. Wanting to meet F God has always been my obsession. Unfortunately, I can't see him anymore."

Song Fei: "After so many years, Captain Luo still remembers Master. That's really thoughtful of him."

Although he couldn't meet God F, he did meet God F's apprentice, which made up for Luo Wensheng's regret.

Song Fei was a promising young talent. The thought of Yan Jiang keeping her at home made Luo Wensheng feel like it was a waste of talent. He shamelessly asked Song Fei, "Has Miss Song Fei not been to the research institute to work recently?"

"I'm not feeling well, so I shouldn't be running around or working hard. I won't be working this year."

Hearing this, Luo Wensheng hurriedly extended an olive branch to Song Fei. He said earnestly, "Our supervisory team is short of people right now. Look, one of them will be leaving tomorrow."

"Miss Song Fei, if you're interested, you can come work in our Supervision Brigade. We have good work benefits here, including five insurances and one housing fund, and two days off a week! You don't need to do any hard work, just sit and surf the Internet."

Song Fei had the illusion that she had entered a pyramid scheme.

"The salary is too low, I don't like it." Song Fei refused very bluntly.

Thinking that Yan Jiang was still working in the bureau and not wanting to offend his colleagues, Song Fei reluctantly said, "I can spare two days a week to provide you with technical guidance."

As a student of Fox, Song Fei has the qualifications to say such things.

Luo Wensheng felt like he was on a roller coaster, his mood fluctuating. Song Fei was willing to provide technical guidance to their network monitoring team, and Luo Wensheng was very satisfied. "That's great! Miss Song Fei, we won't let you come here in vain. So, we'll pay you a salary on a daily basis!"

"OK."

That’s settled.

It was past nine o'clock in the evening when Song Fei and Yan Jiang walked out of the Public Security Bureau building side by side. Neither of them spoke a word as they walked silently all the way to the Hummer.

After getting in the car, Yan Jiang sat in the passenger seat very consciously and fastened his seat belt.

Fei's driving style is just like her personality, unruly and wild. Yan Jiang has developed the good habit of fastening his seatbelt as the first thing he does when getting in the car.

Song Fei lowered her head to start the car, and suddenly heard Yan Jiang say, "Don't say things like cursing yourself dead anymore." Luo Wensheng might believe Song Fei's previous ridiculous remarks, but Yan Jiang did not.

Song Fei was still in a coma two years ago, so where did the hacker master come from?

Song Fei pulled the car out of the parking space and drove into the traffic on the road. Controlling the steering wheel, she suddenly told Yan Jiang: "A Jiang, I am Fox."

After experiencing the initial excitement, Yan Jiang's emotions have calmed down and he can accept this fact calmly. Hearing Song Fei's confession, Yan Jiang nodded lightly and said, "I have guessed it."

Song Fei found Yan Jiang's reaction dull and not at all surprised, which made her feel uninterested. "Aren't you curious?"

"Nothing that happens to you is surprising." Yan Jiang began to flatter Song Fei: "You have been smart since you were a child, you are a genius. If you tell me one day that you can repair the sky, I will also believe that you are the reincarnation of Nuwa."

Song Fei: "..."

She freed one hand and touched Yan Jiang's cheek. Suddenly, she thought of something and the hand that was originally caressing him gently suddenly used some strength and slapped Yan Jiang on the cheek.

Yan Jiang was stunned.

He tilted his head in shock, and questioned Song Fei with grievance and anger: "Why did you hit me?"

Song Fei looked at Yan Jiang's outfit today and said with a curled lip, "Why do you wear such nice clothes to work? You look like a colorful peacock. No wonder you are being targeted by a mistress. Knowing how charming you are, can't you be more restrained? Be more low-key?"

Don’t blame the mistress for being bad, just blame Yan Jiang for being too handsome.

Yan Jiang: “…”

He looked down at his clothes.

Having been an artist for many years, Yan Jiang's fashion sense is naturally first-rate. Even though he has to wear a forensic white coat to work every day, he must dress elegantly and stylishly underneath the coat.

For example, today, Yan Jiang wore a warm white turtleneck sweater with a light blue Chanel jacket. A few months after returning from Africa, Yan Jiang's hair has grown longer, and he recently dyed it light brown. With this look, he exudes the aura of a top star.

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