"Mr. Lu, how about division of labor and cooperation?"

The corner of Gu Qingge's mouth is slightly crooked. It's a feeling that he's thinking about it.

"What do you say?" Lu Xingye knows that Gu Qingge always has an idea, but he just wants to know what Gu Qingge thinks now?

"The Su family will give it to you, and the Wen Huo to me."

Gu Qingge is also the feeling of winning: "Su Qingwei is nothing without Wen Huo."

"No way." Without thinking about it, Lu Xingye vetoed Gu Qingge's proposal: "it's too dangerous for you to contact Wen Huo."

"I don't have direct contact."

Of course, Gu Qingge knows what Lu Xingye is worried about. Gu Qingge is not so stupid as to risk herself. She doesn't feel lonely before. Now, she has too many things to cherish. She won't make fun of it.

"Although I was a little miserable before, I met a group of very good friends in such a miserable situation."

Gu Qingge thinks that this is God's gift to her. Although it's a natural disaster to be in prison, the days in prison are not so hard.

For Gu Qingge, the days inside are the happiest.

I've also known a lot of society. After all, those who have entered the bureau are not good at it.

It's just like-minded and fun.

"They have a grudge against Wen Huo. I just push the boat along the river. It doesn't take much effort." Gu Qingge was afraid that Lu Xingye didn't believe it, so he added a special sentence.

"Who do you need direct contact with?"

"No, they left a contact information before they got out of prison, which can be reached."

Gu Qingge feels that he has the feeling of planning and winning thousands of miles away without leaving home.

"Well, if you don't have direct contact, I agree." Lu Xingye was never dictatorial to Gu Qingge, and Gu Qingge was not a willful person.

"Mm-hmm, it's going to be OK, memeda ~" after Gu Qingge told Lu Xingye about this, he began his own plan.

Gu Qingge has a good memory. She vaguely remembers the contact number she gave at that time.

Gu Qingge dials the number in his memory.

While waiting for the phone to be connected, Gu Qingge is still a little distracted. Gu Qingge thinks that it's still good to be a military adviser behind his back.

"Who?" When the phone was connected, I heard the noisy voice on the other end of the phone, and the rough male voice, with a trace of momentum.

"Bastard." Because of the other side's voice, Gu Qingge came back and said something.

"Who are you? How do you know the name? " The other side seems to have a strong reaction when they hear the name.

"I also know the phone. What's so strange about the name?"

Gu Qingge can imagine each other at the moment.

"I need your help." Gu Qingge didn't tell her identity. How can she say that she is a su Bai Song?

There is no need for more people to know this.

"Who are you?" In view of this question has not been answered, the other party did not want to continue with Gu Qingge, the object of like, continue to pick out this question again.