In the name of being afraid of losing the jade items, Ding Ning accompanied Mu Yanran back to the Little Tianxiang Courtyard.
But Mu Yanran stopped him from following her upstairs no matter how he insisted because she cared about her girl's reputation and callously drove him away so that Ding Ning's beautiful wish of visiting her bedroom by the chance was finally in vain. He watched her enter her house and reluctantly left.
With two "raccoons" as his undercover agents, he had long clearly learned the residing situation of Mu Yanran.
That was a well-decorated two-bedroom house, which looked simple but spacious. She lived alone and no trace of men had been detected. Ding Ning was satisfied with that and knew this "queen sister" cared about her chastity very much.
In the business suite of Ninghai International Hotel… after a snarl, a man dismounted his "horse" as he heavily panted, sat up, leaned against the headboard of the bed,
There was a pure white computer desk, which had a metallic feel to it, in the center of the room, and a transparent LCD screen was placed on it. Sitting at the computer desk, Qiu Hong pressed a hidden button on the desk. The computer monitor lighted up, and the video call was on. A man's dignified face appeared on the monitor, and in a quiet voice, asked "Qianying No. 3, did you manage to collect any information?" Ignoring the fact that part of her breasts was exposed, Qiu Hong said expressionlessly, "Hello, chief, I am reporting the information I have collected recently. Nine-Finger is but a chessman on the overt side, but he is not the real boss behind the scene. This group is very mysterious and cautious, when it comes to doing their business. They have successfully lobbied some key departments and built up a secret smuggling channel. To cover it up, they poach for animals in different parts of the world, and smuggle the hunted animals to
"But, Master Nine-Finger, I have specifically checked her hands since the last time you told me. I did not find any calluses, formed from long time use of guns, or her having any habits that soldiers have." Dafei explained anxiously, as he was inwardly in awe of Master Nine-Finger. "The current medical field is so advanced, and it is but a piece of cake to remove calluses. In fact, the so-called calluses are extra hard cells that the skin forms to protect itself. Put the calloused hands into warm water to soften them, spread the ointment that is used to soften the cuticles, then wrap them in gauze. After the calluses soften, use a small knife to scrape away the dead skin, and then spread the specially made hand cream. After a few days, the calluses will disappear completely. Nowadays, many policemen, policewomen, and soldiers who perform special tasks, remove their old calluses on purpose, to prevent themselves from being discovered." Deng J
"Bang!" At a critical moment, the Black Masked Man broke the window, jumped in, and stopped Violent Dragon's punch, using only his blood-and-flesh fist. This created a terrifying wave of air, and the sound of the friction, could be heard. "Black Masked Man?" Violent Dragon's pupils shrunk rapidly, after being forcibly stopped, and he stared intently at the masked man, before him. "I did not expect that I still have some fame." Ding Ning calmly clasped his hands behind his back, speaking haughtily, in a carefree manner. "So painful!" His mouth twitched, his arm was racked with cramps and felt numb. Fortunately, his bones were hard enough, or his arm would have been broken. He discreetly operated his True Qi, to heal his wound. This was the first time that Ding Ning had been at a disadvantage in a fist fight, since he started fighting with others. He should not have used sheer force on Vi
"Well, that is right." Ding Ning spoke ambiguously, thinking that it was much easier to explain about an Ancient Warrior, than a superpower holder. But he never thought Qiu Hong's following words would make him feel depressed. "Since you are an Ancient Warrior, why haven't you joined the Bureau of Religions?" "The Bureau of Religions? I don't believe in any religion, why should I join it?" Ding Ning was confused and asked her this question, suspiciously. Qiu Hong was speechless, thinking, "This Black Masked Man should not be a standard Ancient Warrior. Otherwise, how could he not know the rules of joining the society for the Ancient Warriors?" She patiently explained the rules to him, and then he immediately realised why the Ancient Warriors had to join the Bureau of Religions. The truth was that most Ancient Warriors devoted themselves to practice, hid themselves away and did not inter
Tonight Mu Yanran applied a bit of make up, out of her respect for the host, and this made her delicate face become even more alluring. She was dressed in an exquisitely tailored black-and-white attire, with a round collar, which accentuated her delicate collarbones. The outline of her slender figure could be seen clearly. The gray mini skirt and leggings showed off her long, thin legs perfectly, and her white sandal boots looked simple, yet with an air of dignified elegance. Her facial expression, however, was cold. Without any extra accessories, her black hair was pinned in a spiral knot at the back of her head, with a few strands hanging loosely past her ears. Her overall temperament seemed unpredictable, cold and haughty. "Hello, President Wang, this is my bro...boyfriend, Ding Ning." Mu Yanran felt a deep aversion when she saw Wang Xianghua's face suddenly darken. She swallowed the word "brother" with a great
Ding Ning glared and shouted unhappily, "What did you say? You don't know whether I can or not? You said I was brilliant last night, but why are you suspecting my ability today?" Mu Yanran was depressed and blushed, thinking, "You are a rogue! Last night I said your carving skill was brilliant, not your drinking ability. "You are misleading others by speaking so ambiguously. Others may be thinking I had sex with you, and that you are potent in bed. Alas! It is so shameful." But when she saw Wang Xianghua's darkening face from the corner of her eye, she recovered instantly, thinking, "This is shameful, but this misunderstanding might be a good way to get rid of Wang Xianghua." She didn't think about giving any further explanation, sat back angrily, and thought, "Die then, from drinking! You deserve it!" Wang Xianghua was delighted. "They are arguing. Nothing can be better than that. When I get Ding Ning drunk, this
"Is there any other reason? It is only because she had an argument with my father. You know, ever since my father married our stepmother, my sister has been very unhappy. She suspected my father was already involved with our stepmother, even before my mother passed away. For so many years, she has been angry with my father. Two years ago, my sister had conflicts with my stepmother, and my father scolded her. I should also be blamed. That time I was out drinking with my friends, and my sister called me repetitively, but I didn't answer her calls and also turned my phone off, because I thought she wanted me to come home. As a result, she left only a slip of paper, and ran away from home." Yixiao gave an annoyed laugh and said, "My sister loves me so much, but when she needed me most, I didn't want to take her call. Besides that, this is also related to the skeleton in my family's closet. I am too ashamed to speak about it." "Didn't your father look for her?
Wang Xianghua's face turned pale, and he knew he might not easily get rid of today's trouble. With his eyeballs turning, he ran away to the outside when Yixiao was not on alert. But he was unexpectedly caught by Ding Ning, who smirked like a drunkard. "President, president Wang, you, you can, cannot leave because I want to drink more. If you, if you leave, who, who will pay the bill?" Wang Xianghua was extremely worried, hoping to forcefully break himself free from Ding Ning's hands, and snarled, "F*ck, get off me. Drink, and I will pay your bill." "This, this is your promise. Don't try to break, break it!" Ding Ning staggered and released him as he was told. But Yixiao had come the moment Wang Xianghua was stopped. Grabbing his hair, Yixiao pouched and kicked him again, cursing, "F*ck, run, why not run!" Wang Xianghua screamed because of the pain, begging for mercy. Now, he extremely hated Ding Ning