C86 Faithful vixen

However, Qi Meizhen's appearance caused Zhao Chuanqi to be shocked. She had already changed into a black, skin-tight costume. Her figure and curves were not bad, but her buttocks and chest were too convex, making her look very eye-catching. Especially the faintly discernible outline in the middle of her legs. It caused one to have even more fanciful thoughts.

She stepped onto the stage, reached out her hand to chase away some of the female soldiers who were dancing on the stage. She made room for herself to do more, and then she began to squirm and dance. However, without the accompaniment of music, the dance looked somewhat stiff and comical. At least, Zhao Chuanqi didn't like this kind of dance. He felt that this dance was suitable for Western people, but it wasn't suitable for Chinese people's aesthetic taste. However, with the development of the times and the opening of people's minds, many people always felt that everything imported or introduced was good. Therefore, those so-called foreign arts and songs, even if they themselves clearly didn't know anything about them, still had to raise their thumbs up to praise its elegance.

Chen Yongsen stood at the side, enjoying the sight of Qi Meizhen dancing with great interest, as if he was really immersed in it.

Hai Daier also hugged her arms as she observed from time to time, pointing and drawing while conversing with Qi Meizhen. Seeing that Qi Meizhen's mood was getting higher and higher, she even made a few difficult movements on the stage, showing off the flexibility of her body.

Fang Wanqing stood by Zhao Chuanqi's side, and as she stared at the stage, she asked Zhao Chuanqi, "You and Chen Yongsen seem to have a lot of grudges against each other. If we didn't stop them today, would we really have to make a move? "

Zhao Chuanqi did not expect her to ask that, but he still replied honestly, "That's right. I don't like this man. He has challenged my bottom line many times. Didn't you notice that this person is relying on the Deputy Director Shen now? His tail is even taller than a big bitch in heat. "No one will look down on you. You think you can prick anyone you see?"

Fang Wanqing frowned: "I have a suggestion for you, can I be a little more careful with my words? Don't keep using adjectives?"

Zhao Chuanqi realized that he had actually said it in front of the lady. Using the tail to describe Chen Yongsen, although it was very appropriate, but in front of the lady, it was still a bit unrefined. As a result, she smiled apologetically: "Change, we have to change."

Fang Wanqing stared at Chen Yongsen and said, "What you need now is neither impulsiveness nor revenge. Instead, he chose to cultivate his own body while lying down to test his courage. Maybe right now, Chen Yongsen was high above and wanted to step on you. You would feel uncomfortable and resist. But once you resist, you'll be caught in a ponytail and charged with all sorts of crimes. Instead, he might as well learn the art of learning from the king. After ten years of living on the streets, he had finally achieved the ultimate goal of becoming an overlord over thousands of years. Maybe one day, when you have a firm footing in Secret Service and have enough capital and prestige, Chen Yongsen will not even be considered as a role in front of you. You didn't even mind him. "

Zhao Chuanqi said, "I can't wait more than ten years. I'm afraid that before long, I will have been angered to death by him! "

Fang Wanqing said: "I am just giving you an example. As for how long you wait, that depends on how you work. It is possible that you will surpass him within a year. It is also possible that you won't be able to wait for this day to come. Can you understand what I'm saying? "

Zhao Chuanqi replied: "I vaguely understand. Your speech is usually more profound. "

Fang Wanqing said: "It's obvious enough. "Don't play dumb in front of me. You are actually an ambitious person."

Zhao Chuanqi laughed: "You can even see that?"

Fang Wanqing did not speak anymore, and instead looked straight ahead, as if she was thinking about something.

The stage was already filled with people, each finding a narrow space to adapt and practice their own show. Gong Mengran was standing in front of a window, softly humming "Camel Dream Bell", very focused.

Zhao Chuanqi could not bear to disturb his, so he found a place to sit and closed his eyes to meditate.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Zhao Chuanqi took out his cellphone and saw that the caller ID was 11 zeros.

Under normal circumstances, Secret Service's landline calls, including phones used by some cadres, were classified as confidential. When dialing another phone number, the caller's phone will display 8 zeros or 11 zeros.

Zhao Chuanqi pressed the 'answer key' and casually asked: Hello, who is this?

Zhao Chuanqi, you caused trouble again in the Arts Squadron, didn't you?

What?

Zhao Chuanqi could tell that it was the official Deputy Director on the other side of the phone.

Could it be that the matter of him slapping Qi Meizhen was found out by the Bureau Leader so quickly?

Damn, isn't this the end?

The official Deputy Director was obviously angry, the tone on the phone changed: Zhao Chuanqi, what do you want me to say to you? You can do it. Sooner or later, you will commit suicide, and you will give up!

Just as Zhao Chuanqi wanted to explain, the other party had already hung up the phone.

Zhao Chuanqi felt his eardrums shake and buzzing sounds could be heard. Although the official Deputy Director did not say it explicitly, the matter was already very clear. It must be because the matter of him and Qi Meizhen had passed through some sort of channel and reached the ears of the official Deputy Director. It seemed that he was still too optimistic. He thought that if he gave up his dignity to gain Qi Meizhen's forgiveness, the situation would improve a little. But he had forgotten a cruel reality. As a highly respected Deputy Director, where would he not have his own spies? Even if Qi Meizhen did not spread the news, among all the soldiers in Arts Squadron, how could they be like Chen Yongsen who liked to rely on underreporting to please his leaders?

Could it be that he was really going to fall head on this time?

Without thinking much, Zhao Chuanqi immediately found Gong Mengran and Fang Wanqing and told them about the official Deputy Director's call. Gong Mengran turned pale with fright, frowning anxiously: "What should we do? Sister Wanqing, will the leaders kill Zhao Chuanqi this time? "

Fang Wanqing's mood appeared somewhat calmer. After a moment of thought, she said, "What should come will eventually come. The official Deputy Director probably would not do so, as he would not use stones to smash his own feet. Once Zhao Chuanqi left, the official board would lose a bargaining chip, it was not even worth the loss. But Deputy Director Shen will definitely make a big fuss about it. "

Gong Mengran rejoiced and touched her chest, saying, "Not bad. The Board doesn't seem to know about this. "

Fang Wanqing retorted, "Do you think you can hide this from the Deputy Director Shen? Forget about Qi Meizhen, even if Chen Yongsen didn't add insult to injury, with so many soldiers in Arts Squadron, can you be sure that she didn't have a big tongue? In the army, there was never a lack of people who would use this method to inform their superiors. If my guess is correct, I'm afraid Deputy Director Shen already knows about it. And he will deal with it too aggressively. "

Zhao Chuanqi's face paled, he couldn't help but blame Fang Wanqing. He had obviously expected this outcome, why did he still insist on asking him to apologize to Qi Meizhen? He was too f * cking naive at that time. In order to be able to stay in the Secret Service, continue to be with his beloved one, and continue to fulfill his father's unfulfilled wish, he had to endure the humiliation of Han Xin being humiliated at his crotch, and was slapped ten times by that bitch Qi Meizhen! How could he be so vexed?

Hearing Fang Wanqing's words, Zhao Chuanqi started to regret. If only he knew that the outcome would be the same, why would he be as pitiful as he was just now, trying to gain Qi Meizhen's sympathy like a pug? It was not easy for a man to be willing to give in to his fate, but it was completely meaningless. It did not improve his miserable fate in the slightest.

Just then, the phone in Fang Wanqing's room suddenly rang.

Fang Wanqing walked over to answer the call. It was from the duty room. She said that the station bus had arrived and had stopped at the entrance. Fang Wanqing asked, who was the person from the Bureau? The document did not answer.

In a fit of anger, Fang Wanqing called the sentry at the main gate to find out what happened. The sentry at the gate told Fang Wanqing that there were only three people at the station: a driver, Deputy Director Shen and his secretary, Xiao Huang.

Fang Wanqing had an ominous premonition.

Under normal circumstances, a job like coming to Arts Squadron to receive performances wouldn't be led by the dignified Deputy Director himself. Recently, Deputy Director Shen had been in and out of the city a lot, as if he was extremely concerned about the place.

Without much time to think, Fang Wanqing brought Gong Mengran and Zhao Chuanqi and quickly left the room. After making a detour to the entrance of the dining hall, she coincidentally met Deputy Director Shen and his secretary, Little Huang, with their palms clasped behind their backs. Deputy Director Shen was wearing a grey jacket and pants, and the leather shoes on his feet were not army shoes either. The secretary beside him was dressed more or less in casual clothes, with a pair of army trousers at the bottom. Actually, according to the requirements of the order, military uniforms and casual wear was not allowed. However, for people of Deputy Director Shen's level, these rules did not restrict him at all. Furthermore, to a certain extent, the rules and regulations of the army were specially made for the soldiers. Most of the rules and regulations did not have any effect on the older Cadres s. In other words, the so-called rules and regulations were used by leaders to restrain subordinates, not themselves.

Fang Wanqing quickly went up to welcome him and respectfully called out, "Chief Shen Shi, you're here."

Deputy Director Shen turned his head and looked. He could not help but frown and asked: "The three of you are not going to eat. What are you talking about outside?"

Zhao Chuanqi heaved a sigh of relief when he asked. ~ Could it be that the Deputy Director Shen is not here for me?

Fang Wanqing quickly explained: "We've already eaten, it's already done. "Knowing that the station's car is about to arrive, I came back in advance to get ready."

"What is there to prepare!" Deputy Director Shen said, then lightly asked: "Party Leader, I heard that there was another matter that happened here today. Are you aware of it?"

Ah? Everyone was startled, could Deputy Director Shen be referring to the matter regarding Zhao Chuanqi and Qi Meizhen?

Fang Wanqing tested the waters and asked, "Director Shen, what do you mean by that?"

"Oh?" On the contrary, the Deputy Director Shen caught hold of Fang Wanqing's words and started questioning: "From what you're saying, it seems like more than just one thing has happened here, isn't it?"

Fang Wanqing replied: "Nothing, nothing. First, everything was normal. "Discipline, order, etc."

Deputy Director Shen's expression changed as he let out a cold snort, "You're lying to me!" He then turned his gaze to Zhao Chuanqi and said: "Zhao Chuanqi, you're just a ticking time bomb. No matter where I put you, you'll think of a way to cause trouble. I heard that he hit someone today, and it's even a woman. "

Zhao Chuanqi was shocked, cold sweat immediately forming on his face. "The Proclamation of Liberation, actually …"

Deputy Director Shen scolded: "Actually what? No matter what the reason was, it was wrong to hit a woman! Moreover, it was said that he had beaten the Arts Squadron s. Zhao Chuanqi, you have guts, what rank do you have? A second lieutenant dares to fight a captain two ranks higher than you, your superior! [You are so unruly! "You've made a small contribution this time, and now you're going to make a comeback?"