Chapter 2 File

No one paid attention to what happened in the corner. Zhang Bowen was looking left and right while covering the shadow of Pan Hongsheng, but the sea of people could not be found at all. As for what others had done for a long time.

This champion is taken back. No matter how much they have made, they are heroes in their respective schools. Even if some of them are incompetent and some watery, this champion is indeed true.

Pan Hongsheng gently felt Yang Yaqi's kiss on his mouth. He was not skilled but crazy. Pan Hongsheng's lips hurt every time, and his tongues were slowly entangled. Yang Yaqi leaned uncontrollably against Pan Hongsheng's arms, raised her head slightly, and his face was dizzy, and Pan Hongsheng also took Yang Ya. Qi held her arms and closed her eyes to enjoy the warm moment.

To be honest, Pan Hongsheng doesn't know what Yang Yaqi thinks. He is moved and forgetful or as a reward, but a green kiss is really fatal ** for Pan Hongsheng's bloody young man. The only thing he can do is to let his hand only hold Yang Yaqi instead of **.

In fact, he vaguely knew the answer in his heart, but the drawback that he chose to escape when he encountered difficulties made him involuntarily ignore the idea hidden in his heart.

"Well..." After all, Yang Yaqi kissed for the first time, and she already felt suffocated after half a minute, but she also slowly enjoyed the heart-to-heart exchange process of kissing. The eyelashes trembled gently and finally hummed uncomfortably.

For Yang Yaqi's first personal experience, which is limited to the kissing plot in the soap opera, she can't breathe or kiss for ten minutes without fatigue, and the girl's shyness makes her know what it means to stop.

A trace of regret flashed inadvertently in the bottom of his eyes. Pan Hongsheng barely hung up a smile, but the smile was somewhat embarrassed.

"How can I go back later?" Yang Yaqi turned her back to Pan Hongsheng and asked softly.

"Just take a taxi back to school. Don't follow the school bus." Pan Hongsheng hesitated and said.

It costs about 200 yuan to take a taxi from the airport to Communication University, but he, who has just made a windfall in South Korea, doesn't care about the money.

Of course, he still thinks that the 2.43 million yuan is the bonus of this competition. If the kid knows the exchange rate, he will be stunned and restless.

"Hmm." Yang Yaqi nodded obediently. There is no real strong man in the world. Even the old man has such a weakness as Pan Hongsheng in his heart, and Yang Yaqi's strength is only to make herself unharmed. From the bottom of her heart, she is actually weak and pitiful.

"Yes, why don't you go and see my brother." In the taxi, Yang Yaqi seemed to think of something and suddenly looked at Pan Hongsheng with a hopeful face and said.

"Okay, you can tell the master directly how to get there." Pan Hongsheng was stunned for a moment and then nodded and agreed.

The reason why she is willing to help Yang Yaqi win this championship is that she wants to make her brother happy. Now she should really tell him the news.

"It's still the same way. My brother lives in the community behind the Communication University." Yang Yaqi looked at Pan Hongsheng with a happy face and couldn't help kissing him on the face with a coquettish face.

She already knows that Pan Hongsheng has a girlfriend, but now her idea is very simple. She only treats him as his girlfriend for a day or even one night.

Maybe it's to thank you. Yang Yaqi doesn't want to be entangled on this issue. She can't do anything to destroy other people's feelings. She also knows who Pan Hongsheng is, so she simply thinks about the problem more simply.

"Don't love each other in front of your uncle, hehe." The driver couldn't help laughing and said that Yang Yaqi half leaned against Pan Hongsheng. The two looked so ambiguous.

Her face turned red. Yang Yaqi looked at Pan Hongsheng, her eyes were a little strange, and then curled her lips and leaned her heart on Pan Hongsheng motionless.

At the same time, Beijing Zhongnanhai. There are seven people sitting on a huge red sandalwood round table.

"Lao Liu, how are you going to solve this matter?" A man who looked fifty or sixty years old said that his temples were pale and he was wearing a suit.

"Lao Liu, this matter is actually not a big deal, and the South Korean side has made a similar compensation, and the written apology letter has also been faxed. There is no need for us to fight too much." The speaker is also a man of not young age, who looks younger than before, about 40 years old.

"Yes, you don't need to be so serious. Don't forget that many people are still staring at it. If we really do something, we will be in trouble."

Mr. Liu in their mouth is naturally the old man. At this moment, the old man's old god is sitting, and no one can guess what he is thinking.

"Don't tell me that it's useless. I'm good at doing things myself. Even if it's really a big deal, I'll go back and ask for helpers. I can't get through it if I can't get through!" The old man said angrily that the reason why Pan Hongsheng had to report was exactly the same as that of the old man.

"This matter is over. You really don't need to take it seriously. Why don't you make a condition? If we can agree, we will definitely promise you." Several people looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

"What's the condition?" The old man said with a mean face, "Am I the kind of person who makes conditions for the country?"

What conditions will a founding marshal offer to the country? This sentence seemed to be a little disrespectful to the old man, but several people who heard the master's words looked at each other and shook their heads with a helpless wry smile.

"Of course you are not. What you do is for the country." The first person to speak quickly said with a smile.

In fact, the old man has made a lot of conditions for the country, and each condition is not of any help to the country, which is completely...

"Well, I won't mention the conditions, but I have a suggestion. I don't know what you think." The old man also rubbed his hands with a smile, and the rigid coffin face was suddenly taken back.

"What's your suggestion?" Everyone forced to laugh, and their faces were worse than crying.

"Well, I think the little boy in my family is not bad, and he will soon be a god-refiner. He wants to be arranged to the sixth game of Guoan when he dies in the top three. What do you think?" The old man smiled gently and his eyes were shining, as if he had seen the future of the motherland.

"It's not suitable." After the old man said, everyone's faces changed, and then a man frowned and said.

"Yes, the National Security Bureau has to be screened, and the sixth game is..."

"Ah? What are you talking about?" The old man's face changed, and he glanced at this kind of person with an indifferent face. He muttered to himself in a low voice: "This time, South Korea is actually tampant with this kind of thing. How can I relieve my hatred if it doesn't put that small country into the sea!"

It was said to whisper, but everyone heard it clearly and looked at each other helplessly.

"Old money, find Pan Hongsheng's information and make a file!"

"Yes!"