Campus belle's cultivation master

Mercedes Benz Spencer stood by a middle-aged man in his 40s with dark skin.

Although he wore a black suit, a pair of white gloves and deliberately dressed as a driver, his straight body, like a javelin, still showed the characteristics of military training all the year round.

Hearing the movement coming from the rear, the middle-aged man suddenly turned around and stared at the young man under 20 years old in front of him.

If this little guy didn't give himself a strange feeling of extreme danger, he would even mistake him for an ordinary student who happened to pass by.

"You are..." the middle-aged man's eyes sank and said with a bit of exploration, "Mr. Lin?"

Lin Yu stopped and nodded: "not bad."

The middle-aged man looked him up and down again, and then he came up to the window of the shade, and the curved finger knocked.

His voice is a little hoarse, but it gives people a sense of steadiness: "director, I'm here."

"Please come in, Mr. Lin."

This is a woman's voice, especially pleasant to the ear, but not as gentle and soft as an ordinary woman's voice. In other words, it's very simple and manly.

And I'm not old enough to listen to the sound.

"Yes." The middle-aged man answered, directly pulled open the door, raised his hand and lifted the curtain, "Mr. Lin, please come in."

Lin Yu lowered his head slightly and got into the carriage.

This kind of car is quite special. There is no uniform specification for the interior of the car. The interior structure and accessories can be modified according to the needs of the owners. As long as the requirements are not too exotic, manufacturers will try their best to meet them.

At the moment, the high-end business car Lin Yu saw was particularly shabby. In other words, it's not much better than the cargo compartment of a pickup truck. There's no sense of luxury.

On the cupboard by the window were two old-fashioned tin thermoses, half a bag of tea and a printer.

In addition, there is a walking bed and a desk.

The table seemed larger than the bed, occupying almost half the space of the carriage, which was covered with dense and messy papers.

This chaotic scene will make an obsessive-compulsive patient collapse on the spot.

A woman is sitting quietly behind a table, looking down at materials. She will never be more than 30 years old. That white pretty delicate cheek has long faded, immature, mature and slim. Her neat short hair makes her more beautiful and attractive.

Lin Yu's eyes wandered in the carriage for a week, and his expression became strange.

"Keep the change. I'm the only one." The woman raised her pretty face from the thick stack of top secret materials and said slowly, "Mr. Lin, nice to meet you."

She said so, but there was no smile on her cheek, even a little serious.

Lin Yu stared at the two bright general stars on the other side's shoulders, and frowned slightly.

This young woman is a brigadier general!

How old is she? Can she sit at this level?

There are only a few young generals in the world.

The woman seemed to be aware of what he was thinking. She glanced at the epaulets on her shoulders, and her voice was light: "don't mind, family origin."

Then she picked up the enamel jar on the table, pointed to the chair opposite, and drank a mouthful of bitter tea.

Ming Ming has a beautiful face, but his behavior is so vulgar. Exquisite and rough, in this woman's body incredible blend, let Lin Yu even had a kind of unrealistic fantasy, in that beautiful body, will live a rash man's soul?

In fact, it's not just Lin Yu who gives birth to this kind of strange idea.

Even Zhong ye, one of the five veterans of the army, looked at his granddaughter more than once and sighed. If this beautiful and extraordinary girl didn't join the army and cultivate such a vulgar temperament, the pursuers would have been in the suburbs of Yanjing

"You want to see me?" Lin Yu pulled the chair and sat down slowly.

He thought that he was going to face a bad old man who was over a hundred and fifty years old, but now he saw a beautiful girl with exquisite eyebrows. This strange psychological gap is really not suitable.

"Well." The woman nodded her snow-white chin, frowned and swallowed the tea, "introduce yourself."

She raised the back of her white hand and wiped her mouth: "the 13th military headquarters, Zhong Ruoxi."

For a moment, the four eyes are opposite.

Eyes like cold stars, cold as ice.

Zhong Ruoxi's eyes are also cold, but it is different from Lin Yu's coldness like the return of hell. She is more reflected in her fierce and decisive fighting spirit.

This is a good hand who has been on the battlefield and killed people, and many people have died under her hands.

But in any case, two people in the moment of looking at each other, from each other to find a kind of familiar with their own similar.

The place where Zhong Ruoxi worked was the 13th military headquarters.

This is a rather mysterious department, also known as the secret investigation office outside. It is directly transferred by the five senior members from the top to the bottom, and it can have smooth communication between the large and small organs of the military headquarters.

The old man of the Zhong family once said half jokingly, "the number thirteen is the most taboo of Westerners. We want to turn thirteen places into a dagger and stick it in the enemy's throat!"

At the age of 28, Zhong Ruoxi sat in the head of 13 departments and conferred the rank of brigadier general. Apart from her family background, she naturally had a pair of iron fists.

Two people did not blink, you stare at me, I stare at you, lasted five or six minutes.

Although Lin Yu did not use the power of divine consciousness, he was also surprised. This beautiful woman in front of her can bear her own sight.

He is so, the opposite Zhong Ruoxi is also surprised.

This Lin Zixuan is a bit unusual

In the end, Zhong Ruoxi was defeated, moved his eyes and blinked his red eyes.

My eyes hurt

"Mr. Lin." She dropped her eyes and rubbed the black ink on her middle finger. "Of all the men I've seen, you're so handsome."

Lin Yu's pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes were a little more scared out of thin air.

What he cares about is not how handsome the woman is, but that the other side has seen through her own tricks!

Even if a heaven master of Huajing is here, even if he is aware that he uses secret techniques to hide his true face, he will never be able to see his true colors.

What's more, since Lin Yu entered the carriage, he didn't feel the fluctuation of spirit power from Zhong Ruoxi

How does this woman do it?

Can we say that her divine sense is also strong to an incredible level?