Mr. He’s Daily Affections

Three days later.

The man in black brought He Jingyao lunch.

He Jingyao picked up the knife and fork and was preparing to eat. Suddenly, the display in the center of the living room lit up.

"Mr. Hee." Lawrence was very pleased to see him. "You haven't had a lunch break yet, so good."

"What's wrong?" He Jingyao looked at him.

"The action plan you showed me this morning, I think there are some problems." Lawrence put on his glasses, looked at the document in his hand, frowned, "Why do I think this plan has many more loopholes than the previous three? "

He Jingyao paused and smiled, "Is it? Would like to hear the details."

"It's not easy to say, this is just my feeling." Lawrence shook his head gently. "In the first three actions, you gave them a certain fault tolerance rate, but this one has no fault tolerance rate. In other words, there is no emergency plan. Once something goes wrong, it is a failure."

Lawrence said, putting down the file and looking at He Jingyao, his look was still gentle, but his eyes were extremely bad: "Can you give me an explanation?"

He Jingyao smiled: "I'm just implementing your request."

"My request?" Lawrence's tone was milder, and even a smile appeared on his face, but his eyes cooled. "When did I make such a request?"

"You said that without dead people, you can't create enough panic." He Jingyao ticked his lips, "I very much agree with this sentence."

Lawrence froze for a moment, and then the smile on his face was completely wiped off by a big hand.

"Mr. He." His tone was extremely cold. "It seems that you do not intend to continue working with me anymore?"

"Cooperation?" He Jingyao thought about it and smiled, "It seems that this has never happened? Only control and anti-control."

Lawrence was furious, and was about to speak. Suddenly, the place where he was shaking violently, and the screen was shaking too!

"What's the matter?" He immediately turned his head and asked the people next to him in A language, speaking very quickly.

The man spoke faster, and there was a panic.

Lawrence was very angry, looking at He Jingyao in the camera, his voice was very cold: "Is it you? He Jingyao, you..."

Before he finished, the whole person was shaken violently again, and the screen suddenly went dark.

He Jingyao looked at the black screen in front of him and gently raised the corner of his lips: "Yes, it's me."

Several gunshots were heard faintly outside the door.

He Jingyao listened for a while, and walked to the dining table, picked up the knife and fork to continue his lunch.

I don't know how long it took, the door was finally opened, and a group of people walked in cautiously.

It was Pei Yuanchen and Feng Qian who started.

"Sir!" Feng Qian's tone was very excited.

"Come?" He Jingyao raised an eyebrow.

Pei Yuanchen put away his gun and looked at He Jingyao angrily: "I said, do you still have an appetite to eat? Are you afraid of poison?"

He Jingyao then put down his knife and fork, wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, and took another sip of lemonade. Then he stood up, picked up his coat, and gently raised the corner of his lips: "Go."

Pei Yuanchen was stunned by his set of actions.

"Lying trough..." He whispered swearing.

"It's hard work." He glanced at Pei Yuanchen, then turned his eyes to Feng Qian, "Is anyone hurt?"

"No! There are not many people guarding outside the house, after all, they have limited manpower." Feng Qian replied respectfully.

Pei Yuanchen looked at his back and said for a long time that he said: "Your uncle's...I'm not your man."