Fang Han held her hand, and his originally slender and tender hands became thin, frowned and said, "What injections did you give in the hospital?"

Cla pulled it, but her hands couldn't be squeezed out, and she glanced at him: "It's anti-inflammatory and nutritious."

The two of them experienced life and death, and were saved by him twice. Clara felt different from others, and she was not resistant or prepared for her.

Fang Han grabbed her hand and looked around, shook his head: "Okay, I'll be discharged from the hospital today, I'll treat you."

"Okay." Clara agreed happily: "I'm tired of this place, too!"

She regained her hand and walked back. Fang Han followed her to the hospital and took her laptop to watch the contents of the USB flash drive.

Meyers on the USB flash drive has a very comprehensive information. He has all his preferences and living habits, family situation, "qingen", the mercenary group, what tasks have been done, how many people have died or injured, and members of the mercenary group.

Fang Han looked up and said to Clara who was packing things in her bag: "You CIA are sometimes quite powerful."

"What we are best at is intelligence." Clara said while busy: "Do you respect our intelligence capabilities?"

Fang Han nodded: "In the final analysis, intelligence is the power of money. You have money."

Clara said: "I really don't consider coming to CIA?"

"I am from the FBI." Fang Han said: "The two families are not integrated!"

Clara said, "It's nothing, actually."

"I don't want to be a traitor!" Fang Han shook his head.

"Oh..., you are just afraid to deal with your country. Are you?"

"Just understand."

"FBI is a good choice." Clara said helplessly. The FBI is only responsible for domestic affairs. His nationality will not be embarrassed.

Fang Han put away the USB flash drive, turned off the computer and picked up her bag: "Let's go."

She didn't have to handle the discharge procedures in person, and the CIA would be responsible for it. The two got into Fang Han's car.

———

Fang Han sat on the sofa, looked at the photos on the wall, and glanced at Clara: "It's time to take these photos, Clara!"

On the wall are several photos of Clara and Denak, smiling like sunshine.

Clara handed him a cup of tea. She sat next to him and looked at the photos: "I want to keep it."

Fang Han said: "Life is like a train. The site of Denak has passed. It is time to face the next site. Don't be entangled with the past!"

Clara glanced at him and picked up the coffee to drink, but was taken over by Fang Han.

Fang Han got up and poured the coffee under the kitchen faucet: "I still drink coffee, I'm afraid of life?"

"Cafe can't be drunk either?" Clara leaned hard on the back of the sofa and pouted: "What's the point of living?"

Fang Han said: "Get quit for a month."

"One month..." Clara had a bitter face.

Fang Han patted her on the shoulder, Clara fell, she was very weak, not like a trained agent, and glared at Fang Han in anger.

Fang Han smiled and said, "Your body is not good. If you don't have good cultivation, you will have sequelae. You have been so weak."

"It's not that serious, right?"

"It's definitely not an exaggeration!"

"Okay then." Clara nodded helplessly.

Fang Han called first and asked Oppenheimer to send a set of golden needles over, and asked Clara to take off her clothes.

Clara glared at him and took off her coat and only wore her underwear.

Fang Han said: "Take it off again."

"You still take it off?" Clara frowned and looked at him.

Fang Han looked serious: "This is the first time, it's very important. Take it off!"

"Didn't you take advantage on purpose?"

"What do you think!" Fang Han said angrily.

Clara stared at him and untied the "Xiongzao" helplessly, revealing the firm "shuangfeng", standing proudly.

Fang Han tilted his mouth and signaled to take off his underwear as well.

Clara angrily said, "Don't go too far!"

Fang Han shook his head helplessly: "Do you want to do it?"

Clara bit her red lips and stared at him. Fang Han glared instead of being outdone, and the two of them gaze at each other.

After a while, Clara snorted and took off her underwear. Bai Jie's body appeared in front of Fang Han, emitting a fatal temptation.

Clara's figure is perfect and has excellent proportions, comparable to the bodies of Victoria's Secret models. Fang Han took a deep breath and suppressed his impulse.

He pricked the needle one by one, from head to toe, pulled out the needle fifteen minutes later, and pricked it again, changing to different acupoints.

Clara lay in bed for two hours and unknowingly fell asleep.

———

When she woke up, it seemed to emerge from the deep water, and the bright sunshine shone on the window, and the bedroom was very bright, in the early morning.

She found that she was naked and covered with only a thin quilt, so comfortable that she seemed to take a hot bath, full of energy, and wanted to go out and run wildly.

This feeling has never happened since she was injured. Fang Han's technique is indeed very powerful. She yawned, stretched her snow-white arms out, and stretched her waist.

She got up, bathed in the sun, her nightgown wrapped around her seductive figure, got out of bed and went downstairs, Fang Han was drinking tea on the sofa.

Seeing her come down, she smiled and looked at her: "How does it feel?"

"You're amazing." Clara nodded.

Seeing Fang Han sitting on the sofa, drinking tea leisurely with books, she suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of security and warmth. The house seemed to have a unique atmosphere, which was particularly quiet and comfortable, and no longer had the original emptiness and loneliness.

Fang Han said: "Then make breakfast."

Clara said, "You slept here last night?"

Fang Han nodded: "You need to be conditioned and can only sleep here. I will live here for the next month."

"Just live." Clara entered the kitchen and snorted, "As long as you are not afraid of Annie Cole being jealous!"

Fang Han said: "She is in Los Angeles!...Don't drink coffee!"

Clara's hand left the coffee machine helplessly and curled her lips: "What's the big deal about drinking a cup of coffee?"

Fang Han snorted: "A cup of coffee can help you recover one month late!"

"How could it be so powerful!" Clara said unconvincedly: "Coffee is not medicine!"

"Coffee is medicine." Fang Han said: "Don't eat greasy breakfast. Eat some meat, preferably chicken."

Clara nodded: "I understand, you have porridge, right? I can make it."

"Well, then make some chicken porridge." Fang Han smiled.

While talking, Clara cooked while wearing an apron, she moved gracefully.

Her wound is no longer a problem. She can move freely as long as it is not too severe. The key is that she is weak and needs food supplements and acupuncture.

The heart is very unique, and it is particularly difficult to recuperate after injury, because the heart is working every moment and cannot tolerate rest. If someone has suffered such severe injuries, it will be difficult to recover from now on. You can only survive with a weak body. Fang Han is good at recuperation, so she can recover.

While Clara was cooking, she looked up at Fang Han from time to time. He was sitting on the sofa reading a book while drinking tea. She felt a sense of peace of mind. Time seemed to stop and there was no trouble in the world.
Chapter completed!