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Victory Gate.

It is commonly known as the "Red Street" by the people of old Kyoto.

There are a series of quaint courtyard houses full of history on this street.

"Brother Song, I know, as long as Tian Fen stops making trouble, I won't care about it anymore."

In the peaceful red flag, Fang Jun, who was driving, was holding a mobile phone in one hand and controlling the steering wheel with the other. When he passed a section of road, he consciously glanced out the window.

On the quiet courtyard by the roadside, the word "Cao's house" is engraved on the plaque, which is still eye-catching under the light of dusk.

Fang Jun withdrew his gaze and continued talking on the phone. Hongqi continued to drive forward without slowing down, and finally stopped near the southern edge of the red street.

Sitting in the car, Fang Jun talked for a few more minutes, and saw a Hongqi L5 driving from the opposite side, so he said, "Brother Song, I'm going to have dinner with the old man when I get home."

call ended.

Fang Jun, who was born and raised at the root of the imperial city, opened the door and got off the car.

The driver's seat of the L5 parked head-on opened, and the white driver, who looked like a Western tough guy star in a Hollywood movie, got out of the car, walked to the back seat, and bent over to open the door.

Fang Jun stood beside his red flag and watched quietly.

There are no parking spaces planned on this old street that runs from north to south, but you never have to worry about traffic police coming here to post tickets.

The graceful and noble housewife stepped out of the car, and then no one got out of the car.

Fang Jun smiled and stepped forward.

"Sister, you are alone every time, so you are not afraid of grandpa scolding you again?"

Today is the weekend.

At this time of the week, these juniors would come to have dinner with the old man. This is an unwritten tradition of the Fang family.

"What is he doing here? He can't even say a few words, so it might be a display."

Facing this younger brother, the domineering Fang Ai behaved quite kindly, smiling like a spring breeze, no different from an ordinary elder sister.

Although the two have the same surname, they are actually not cousins, but cousins.

Fang Jun's father and Fang Ai's mother are also siblings.

Some people here may ask why Fang Ai follows her mother's surname.

All I can say is that every family is different.

"Anyway, he's your husband too, and you chose him yourself."

It is not difficult to see from the tone of these words that Fang Jun doesn't seem to care much about Ding He's brother-in-law.

Also.

To ordinary people, a gold medal barrister is already quite remarkable, and definitely belongs to the social elite group, a high and successful person, but to the Fang family, it is no different from the grassroots.

"I haven't seen Grandpa yet, why did you read the Tao first? Did you mean to spoil my mood?"

Fang Ai made a serious face on purpose.

That's right.

The reason why she married the "ordinary" Ding He was indeed her own decision.

Of course, there is a little liking, but the most important thing is that she doesn't like to be restrained.

There are many options for being well-matched, but once such a marriage is carried out, her freedom will be severely restricted.

But marrying Ding He will not have any influence.

She doesn't have to care about what Ding He thinks, and Ding He can't control her.

Fang Jun smiled, glanced at the tall and handsome white driver who was driving Fang Ai, and then walked towards the courtyard with Fang Ai.

"Sister, you have to do whatever you want. If you bring someone here, at least you can do it on the surface, so you don't need to be scolded."

Fang Ai felt slightly unhappy.

She chose Ding He, because she did have her favorite factors, but people change.

In other words, she underestimated the influence of the environment on herself.

A commoner's family is completely different from her family. The world outlook, outlook on life, and values ​​​​of the two parties are not on the same channel at all.

Moreover, although the family did not say anything to her husband on the surface, they looked down on her from the bottom of their hearts.

Ding He is the same.

She has low self-esteem from the bottom of her heart and cannot integrate into her life circle at all.

The disparity between the two worlds is not something that can be stitched together.

Over time, Fang Ai's views on this legal husband gradually changed, so she seldom brought Ding He into contact with her family.

Ding He is also happy to see the success.

Now Fang Jun has mentioned it many times, as if which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted, but Fang Ai can be domineering, but in front of this younger brother, she will definitely not get angry.

She's a girl, and so is her mother.

Although they both have the surname Fang, the weight of the two families in this big family is different.

of course.

more importantly.

The social status of both parents is also different.

Although her father is rooted in a state-owned enterprise and has a high position and authority, in the eyes of the general public, he is definitely a big shot, but to the core elite circle, it is just a "vain job".

"Okay, then you call him and ask him to come over."

Fang Ai directly took out her mobile phone.

A few days ago, Fang Jun, who had acted in Efang Palace, a popular blockbuster that may only appear in movies in the eyes of ordinary people, smiled and shook his head: "What am I fighting with him?"

This is not the tone of brother-in-law to brother-in-law.

Fang Ai took it for granted, the reason why she brought Ding He less and less to contact with her family was because she felt ashamed.

"Then why are you talking so much?"

Fang Ai put away the phone again.

Although he didn't value that "brother-in-law" very much, Fang Jun still didn't encourage Fang Ai to divorce. After all, he is not a person who likes to meddle in such nosy matters, and the old man above has more traditional ideas and dislikes the younger generation taking marriage as a joke.

This is also the reason why Fang's family doesn't want to see Ding He, but no one has ever made irresponsible remarks about their marriage.

"I heard that you had some conflicts with Tian Fen recently?"

Fang Ai asked, unknowingly, the distance between her and Fang Jun was very close, and their arms could touch each other from time to time.

Although it is said that men and women are not close, but between siblings, it seems that there is no need to see each other like this.

"It's not so much, it's because the people below have a little conflict."

Fang Jun understated it.

In Huaxi, black and white are all things to eat, and the well-known President Luo Hanhan, in the mouths of Fang's family, is actually just a "bottom person", not even worthy of a name.

"If the matter is not serious, it is better to communicate and resolve it, lest the elders find out what happened and blame you again."

Siblings are still siblings.

They still care about each other.

While talking, the two got closer.

Although Fang Ai is not pretty, she has a plump figure, and at the age of thirty, she has a charm that little girls don't have. Coupled with her inherent nobility, she is still attractive to men of.

"Ok, I know."

Fang Jun smiled and nodded, as if he also realized that the distance was too close, so he took a step to the side.

Fang Ai didn't change her face, she didn't seem to pay attention to Fang Jun's action, and didn't continue to come here.

"You are like this every time. You promised on the surface, but you never listened to it once."

Of course, she understands the character of this younger brother, even worse than her. Some troubles before made her feel terrified.

"You're good to know."

Because the fathers have public positions and are busy with affairs, they can only perform filial piety by these juniors.

After a meal, Fang Ai came out of the courtyard at seven or eight o'clock in the evening, her cheeks were slightly red, she must have drunk some wine.

It's good that she's a girl, the old man doesn't talk too much, but Fang Jun is different, every time he comes, he has to be taught by the old man for a long time.

Door pulls open.

Fang Ai sat in.

The white man closed the car door and drove in silence.

The powerful Hongqi L5 drove out of the red street.

"Don't go back yet, just look around."

Fang Ai leaned lazily in the back row, lowered the car window, and at the same time, took off her high heels, and put her feet on the storage box between the driver and co-driver.

Because it was winter, she was wearing long trousers, but she put a pair of thick flesh-colored pantyhose inside the trousers.

The white man concentrates on driving without squinting.

Fang Ai looked out the window with a slightly drunken face. Regardless of driving safety, she gently poked the straight waist of the white driver with her feet wrapped in silk stockings.

The white driver was unresponsive and extremely professional.

The corner of Fang Ai's mouth curled up, and she simply lifted up his coat slowly with her feet, and stretched her feet in.

The wind blew in from the lowered car window, but it couldn't blow away the rising temperature and beauty inside the car.

The two people in the extremely comfortable L5 didn't notice it at all, and there was a Camry that had no sense of existence and was silently hanging behind.

Firefly Medical Center.

Before the formal operation, both sides of the transplant underwent a final round of fit checks.

The result is ideal.

"In these three days, you must take a good rest, relax, and prepare for the final battle."

Besides Jiang Chen himself, he also brought Duanmu Liuli.

Going down the mountain to practice is to witness the joys and sorrows of the world, and there is no more suitable place than a hospital.

"I've always been in a good mood. After all, I have nothing to lose."

Ai Qian's state of mind, I won't mention it for now, at least Wei Chuyin's joy and expectation have been written on her face.

"Ai Qian, I asked the doctor. The success rate can reach 90%. After the operation, you only need to stay in the hospital for observation for one month. As long as the indicators are normal, you can be discharged!"

Ai Qian smiled, "Okay, okay, you've said this countless times."

It can be seen that she should not be at peace.

Yes.

The ants are still alive.

Not to mention people.

Who wants to die if there is a chance to live.

"I'm not happy for you. It turns out that this disease is not so terrible."

Having said that, Wei Chuyin understood very well that the reason why Ai Qian was able to survive from a desperate situation was all because of the young man next to him who arranged everything but rarely appeared in the hospital.

Without the other party, let alone a cure, Ai Qian may still be suffering from illness, wandering around by herself.

The phone rang.

Jiang Chen took out his mobile phone and glanced at it.

"Answer the phone."

He went out.

Ai Qian watched him pull the door to leave the ward, and then her eyes fell on the woman she had met once but didn't know the name yet.

The first time we met, she was transferred from the East China Sea, and the other party was wearing a unique Taoist robe.

Now that the Taoist robe has been changed, her dress is much more normal, but her temperament and appearance are still breathtaking.

Ai Qian can be sure that in reality, she has never seen such a beautiful girl, even Li Shurui.

"Hello."

She smiled and greeted each other for the first time.

The other party looked at her, perhaps because of her cold personality, she didn't speak.

"I don't know if Jiang Chen introduced it to you, but my name is Ai Qian, and I'm his college classmate."

Wei Chuyin couldn't help looking at the woman who made her feel inferior.

The women who appeared beside Jiang Chen were really prettier than the other, but now, she no longer has the qualifications to make irresponsible remarks, nor has she any ideas.

"Duanmu colored glaze."

The woman who had hardly heard her speak finally spoke, her voice was light and ethereal, as her name suggests, filled with a distinctive fairy air.

"Your name sounds really nice."

Ai Qian felt it.

The other party stopped talking.

Ai Qian felt that the other party was not aloof, and seemed to be not very communicative, so she didn't try to force others to be difficult.

outside the ward.

Jiang Chen deliberately walked to the safe passage, and connected to the phone.

"Sir, something happened."

It's quieter there.

The voice is not Chinese, but authentic English.

Jiang Chen didn't change his face, and also responded smoothly and calmly in fluent English: "What happened?"

Reading a good book is beneficial at any time.

There was no explanation, but a video link was sent directly.

Jiang Chen put down the phone, switched to the video, and the screen interface changed instantly.

It can be found that the shooting angle should be in a car, through the windshield, the focus of the lens is on a Hongqi L5 ten meters away.

Through the surrounding environment, it is probably in a secluded corner of a square park.

Lighting is provided only by tall street lamps.

"Sir, the subject vehicle has been parked for over 15 minutes."

"What about the target?"

"Still in the car, and her driver, we followed, they didn't get out of the car."

The introduction is concise and to the point.

The corners of Jiang Chen's eyes twitched slightly.

The car stopped, but no one got out?
A man and a woman, have been in the car for 15 minutes?
Is it a chat?
As the master, there should be nothing to talk about with a driver, and he deliberately found such a secret place.

Jiang Chen still didn't quite believe it, and couldn't help carefully observing the Hongqi L5 in the real-time connection video scene.

The distance is long, the light is not bright, and cars of this level are all privacy glass, so it is definitely impossible to peek into the specific scene inside the car.

The prohibitively luxurious body does not appear violent up and down bumps.

But the car didn't bump, it doesn't seem to mean anything.

The current car has a good shock absorption function, and it is such a luxury car that is hard to buy with money.

Even if you dance on it, I'm afraid it's as stable as Mount Tai.

When he saw the information at that time, Jiang Chen was still skeptical about the evaluation marked on the information.

In the information, the evaluation of Fang Ai clearly stated "debauchery" in black and white.

That's right.

It is these two words.

At that time, he thought, how could his personal character be so unbearable if he was born in a wealthy family, but now it seems that those multinational intelligence agencies really deserve their reputation.

"Sir, is it still going as planned?"

Staring at the still motionless red flag in the video, Jiang Chen's eyes flickered, and he temporarily changed his mind.

"Open the door and watch a play."

"clear."

The video starts moving.

Feel the door open.

Then the camera shakes and re-focuses on the red flag, and then the distance gradually gets closer.

Jiang Chen held the phone, looked at the screen, took a good rest, his eyes were deep.

(End of this chapter)