Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

"Well," the assistant nodded: "It is said that the evidence is insufficient."

"boom!"

Kong Linger slapped the pen on the table heavily, and anger flashed across her beautiful face.

It turned out that she didn't know these secrets. After this trip to the secret place in the western suburbs, the girl had a new understanding of spiritual power recovery.

Meng An's ability to use such a fetish as a paper man must be in collusion with evil spirits, so he can get away with it, how can Kong Linger not be angry.

After thinking for a while, the girl with a sullen face stepped on her high heels and picked up her bag and was about to go out.

The assistant was surprised: "Mr. Kong, you..."

"I'll go first." Kong Ling'er's pretty face was extremely cold, and she glanced at the documents on the table: "These tasks have been delegated to various departments, and the progress is progressing normally. If there are any problems, I will deal with them in a unified manner."

"Yes."

The assistant nodded timidly.

……

Office downstairs.

The headlights of a fiery red sports car tore through the night, a girl in formal attire opened the scissor doors, and slammed the bag in her hand on the empty co-pilot.

Sitting in the car, Kong Linger rested her forehead with one hand and the steering wheel with the other, with a sad expression on her face.

If Meng An can be convicted this time, all problems including the marriage contract will be solved.

but……

Now that he came out in a good way, Kong Linger really couldn't think of any way to convince grandpa.

Put on flat shoes at will, and amidst the roar of the sports car, the fiery red body tears through the night.

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Meng's villa.

A black off-road vehicle with its headlights turned off was parked in an extremely inconspicuous dark corner. Several special operations team members in uniform were sitting in the vehicle, watching the movement of the villa vigilantly.

"Boss, if we just guard like this, will it be effective?"

In the car, someone lowered his voice and asked, "We might as well just hit Meng An by surprise."

Qin Ping glanced at the speaker, who lowered his head in response.

The heroic girl snorted coldly: "All of you keep an eye on me, if a fly flies into Meng's house, you all have to write it down for me."

"Tell the other groups, eyes widened!"

"Yes!"

Several people in the car replied in low voices.

But some people hesitated: "But... if we stare like this, will it be too obvious?"

"Yeah, what if Meng An is alert and deliberately goes around in circles with us?"

Someone in the car agreed.

Qin Ping sneered: "Who told you that our work is hidden?"

"what?"

Several people were startled.

The short-haired girl on the second floor of the villa looked at the bright window lattice, with a smile on her lips.

……

Meng family.

"This is all the result of your coddling!"

The rich middle-aged man said with all his might.

"Okay, what are you arguing about when your son just came back?!"

The middle-aged woman pulled Meng An up and walked upstairs: "It seems that you are not used to it!"

"You... hey!"

The middle-aged man looked at the mother and son upstairs and snorted angrily, his face was a little ugly.

Going upstairs, Meng's mother, who had been protecting Meng An, couldn't help but sighed. Looking at her son who had lost weight, she sighed, "Son, you have to listen to your father's words."

"Your grandfather is not in good condition now, and that girl of the Meng family is too stubborn, you must think about it!"

The middle-aged woman was quite heartbroken.

Just as Meng An was about to refute, he saw a chilling figure in black standing at the end of the stairs from the corner of his eye. He immediately changed his expression, put on a cute appearance, and promised his mother in every possible way.

The overjoyed Mother Meng was sent downstairs by Meng An before she could relax.

After seeing off his mother, Meng An breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as he opened the bedroom door, he saw Chu Sen sitting on the sofa with great fanfare, flipping through the latest magazines.

"Finished?"

The chill man asked casually.

Meng An, who had been reprimanded by his father all night, felt a little tight in his chest, and walked to the bedside to open the window to get some air.

Chu Sen flipped through the magazine without raising his head: "I said, listen, don't read."

Meng An's movements obviously froze, but he quickly recovered, raised his hand to open the window, and asked casually, "What's going on?"

"Left hand at 45 degrees, there is a car."

"There is a telescope on the top of the front building."

Chu Sen still looked at the magazine in his hand with gusto: "Back door, three cars."

As if nothing had happened, Meng An turned around and leaned on the window sill with a casual expression, and his eyes inadvertently swept the directions Chu Sen said one by one, and said with a light smile, "Have you been targeted?"

"Just find a chance to get rid of it."

Meng Anhun said indifferently.