Gao Jian didn't even have time to change his shoes, so he rushed in with the door.

Bai Fu was wearing Gao Jian's T-shirt at this time, with her left leg on the chair, her hands wrapped around her left knee, staring at the picture on the computer with all her heart.

"Continue, hurry~, no more!"

"Ah! Ahhhhh..."

Gao Jian burst into cold sweat and coughed twice and said, "Ahem, Bai Fu, why are you looking at this thing?"

If you want to say that Bai Fu has no computer knowledge, Gao Jian hid the movie very well, with folders and hidden files in it. Bai Fu's exploration ability is a bit strong?

"I'm bored watching TV, this is pretty good." After Bai Fu said that, he took a banana from the computer desk and ate it in three bites. Gao Jian remembered that Bai Fu didn't eat fruit before, so why did he start eating bananas?

"Good kids don't watch this."

Gao Jian thinks, you can even beat C-level martial artists. If you really learn the messy things in the movie and come to me to practice, wouldn’t your buddy not even have the chance to resist?

Gao Jian turned off the player directly.

"Isn't it just mating?" Bai Fu seemed dissatisfied with Gao Jian's player and asked with a bulge.

"Yeah..." Gao Jian was speechless.

"But they have a lot of tricks when they are both mating." Bai Fu picked up two more quail eggs and ate them in one breath.

Gao Jian: “….”

The atmosphere was awkward for 1 minute, but in fact, Gao Jian was unilaterally awkward, and Bai Fu turned on the TV again.

Gao Jian didn't care about Bai Fu anymore and sat cross-legged on the bed.

Since Bai Fu and Fang Yong fought, Gao Jian has started practicing the Spiritual Merge again.

On the one hand, the trust level has increased sharply, and on the other hand, it is also ready to fight a protracted battle with Bai Fu. Moreover, the special supervision bureau of practicing martial arts also provides it, and basically it requires meditation. Meditation by oneself is not novel.

As long as the system is not shown, there is no big problem.

Bai Fu saw Gao Jian start meditating, so she turned off the TV, turned back and sat back in front of the computer, picked up the headset, and found a cartoon to watch with relish.

Gao Jian said she wouldn't watch the mating, so she wouldn't watch it anyway...

Anyway, Gao Jian won't be at home all the time.

...

...

Song Yu brushed around the nearby people every once in a while in the room he was temporarily requisitioned.

"Go up."

"Why can't I pay it back?"

"What are you doing?"

Song Yu used a telescope to monitor Fang Yong. When he saw him smoking a cigarette and drinking a sip of wine, he just didn't take his cell phone.

The previous plan went smoothly. I cooperated with Xiang Yan and easily won Gao Jian’s task. In fact, there was no need to be such a trouble, but Xiang Yan wanted to save face and wanted to keep a reputation for everything. Otherwise, with Song Yu’s temper, he would directly change the rating online and love whoever he loves.

Of course, it would be quite troublesome if Gao Jian beats the report of the level of the way, but with Xiang Yan's status, it is not impossible to suppress it.

After all, it’s just 10,000 yuan, but if you deduct it, you will deduct it.

Frankly speaking, it is not cost-effective for Song Yu, a D-level D-level, to switch to surveillance for 72 hours. But there is no way. He is Xiang Yan's confidant. If Xiang Yan wants to cope with Gao Jian, he has to spare no effort to cooperate. He believes that as long as this task is done well, Xiang Yan will compensate him elsewhere.

The first step is to add the other party’s WeChat.

Unfortunately, everyone knows that this function is too passive and if they don’t turn it on, Song Yu has no choice. Seeing that it was about noon, Fang Yong was time to go out, Song Yu had to do the worst, deposit Fang Yong’s mobile phone number into the phone book, and then add Fang Yong using the matching function.

It's not natural to add this way, but it's all.

However, when he searched Fang Yong, Song Yu was so angry that he was half-hearted by a circle of friends he posted in the morning.

"There is no greater sorrow than death. I won't go to WeChat recently. I'll call if I have something to do."

Song Yu almost squirted out a mouthful of old blood. You are a rough man in your thirties who learns to speak in high school and young girls. Do you still have to be ashamed?

Why is there no more sorrow than death? Song Yu was a little regretful at this time. He decided to use the content posted by Gao Jian’s mobile phone to make Fang Yong break up. If he had known this, it would be better to have something wrong. What should I do now?

Song Yu wanted to report this to Xiang Yan, but then he thought that it would be too embarrassing to say that Gao Jian could complete the task that he had just come here.

A confidant must not only be able to be honest, but also be useful, right?

That is to say, Song Yu's efforts were put into practice, so Fang Yong went downstairs.

Fang Yong's course of action today is exactly the same as the one Gao Jian followed before. He first went to a restaurant, then shopped in the supermarket, and then turned at the right angle that had been broken by the willow tree...

Speaking of which, Song Yu was also frightened at the beginning when he followed Fang Yong. After all, Xiang Yan told him that Fang Yong was quite irritable and unreasonable, and he was quite resistant to the Special Supervision Bureau. However, following him, Song Yu found that it was not that difficult, and Fang Yong seemed to have no idea about him at all.

Humph, C-level?

It seems that not all C-level people can counter-reconnaissance. At least Fang Yong lacks perception. It is no wonder that Gao Jian was not caught on the first day.

A few dozen meters away, Song Yu felt that the surveillance mission was completed, so he was almost humming a few small songs.

What the hell is adding WeChat? I, Song Yu, are monitoring with my real skills.

However, Song Yu, who was going well, was suddenly stunned when he turned the right corner.

Fang Yong piled up everything he bought in the supermarket by the wall at this time, looking at him with malicious intentions.

Song Yu was so scared that he wanted to pretend to be nothing, and turned around and walked away. At the same time, Fang Yong behind him said, "With me all the way, I think you're a tweet?"

"Ha? Brother, what did you say?"

Song Yu turned around again, and at this time he could only bite the bullet and pretend to be heartless.

"I said you're twisted."

Fang Yong rushed up with a quick step, and took Song Yu's collar and raised it in front of him. He seemed to have a special liking for this move.

Fang Yong suddenly attacked, and Song Yu had no room for resistance in front of him, and was directly searched for the camera on his body. Fang Yong flipped through the camera with one hand and soon found the photos that followed him along the way.

Song Yu was a little desperate.

Fang Yong grinned and smiled maliciously, "I won't ask where you came from. No matter where you came from, I will give you a leg."

After Fang Yong finished speaking, he pressed Song Yu against the wall and was about to kick him.

"Wait! Wait a minute." Song Yu finally stopped Fang Yong's movements at the top of his throat.

"Say the last words? I won't kill you, it's okay." Fang Yong smiled jokingly.

Song Yu struggled for a long time. Of course, he knew that the Special Supervision Bureau might not be useful, but Fang Yong would have to break one of his legs anyway. Whether to raise or not, it would be a one-shot effect. Let's try it out, what if Fang Yong had just bluffed Xiang Yan before?

"That, Fang Yong, right? I am Song Yu from the Third Squadron of the Luyang Special Supervision Bureau. This time I came to you mainly to ask for some questions about your younger brother Fang Wu, and there was no malice. As for the photos, it was just a routine. I hope you don't think too much." Song Yu was grabbed by his neck and carried it in the air, but he still said this in a complete and orderly manner.

Fang Yong's movements were paused.
Chapter completed!