Wu Sibao was killed in broad daylight, which was a shame for No. 76. In addition, Wu Ming's specially made bullets shot through the back of his head and penetrated them into his eyes. A big blood hole was made on his face, which was so ugly. So the body was not sent to the funeral home, but was buried and set up a mourning hall at home for people to mourn.

It was late at night, and a tricycle quietly approached the wall of the Wu family mansion. Wu Ming jumped out of the car, came to the corner of the wall, threw a stone into it, and saw that there was no movement. He took a deep breath and slowly supported his palms onto the wall. In Han Han's surprised gaze, Wu Ming slowly climbed up along the corner of the wall.

The direction of the mourning hall was brightly lit, and there were mourning sounds coming from time to time. The Wu family was all there, and they were welcomed to celebrate the famous tycoons who came to pay their respects from time to time. The lights in the back house were dim, lighted very little, and the protection was very relaxed.

Wu Ming stole the stairs, avoided the bodyguards in the yard, and came to the bottom of the small western-style building. He looked at no one around, jumped up, climbed up the iron railings in a few seconds, and jumped into the floor-to-ceiling window.

This is an office, and Wu Ming was slightly disappointed. The furnishings here are very luxurious, but there is no safe he wanted to see.

The sound of footsteps and speech came from the corridor outside. Wu Ming quickly approached the door and listened with his ears.

"Have the bedroom been cleaned up?" a woman asked in a deep voice.

"Pack up," replied another woman.

"Miss is in a bad mood, don't make a mess and make her angry. Go check everywhere!"

"Yes." As the answer was made, the door next to it was closed, and a slight lock sound was heard, and the footsteps gradually faded away.

Wu Ming took out the lock-opening tool in his pocket. He listened again, reached out and gently pulled the door open, looked quickly, and flashed to the other side. After more than ten seconds, the lock was opened. His feet quietly rushed into the room.

She Aizhen was persuaded by a group of people and was helped back to the inner house. As soon as she entered the door, She Aizhen cried and fell to the ground again.

Everyone rushed to persuade him again, "What kind of mourning and taking care of his health?" The dead are gone, and it is useless to cry again... She Aizhen still cried and screamed, and refused to stop working.

At this time, someone suggested that Mrs. Wu would listen to the words of only Director Hu. It would be better to call Director Hu, who was in the mourning hall, and someone immediately ran to greet the Director Hu who spoke very well.

Chief Hu, who is the one? Hu Lancheng, a controversial figure in modern Chinese writers. The outbreak of the War of Resistance Against Japan and Shanghai fell, and Hu Lancheng was the editor of Hong Kong's Nanhua Daily. He wrote a stolen editorial "The War is Difficult, Harmony Is Not Easy". Appreciated by Wang Jingwei's wife Chen Bijun, he immediately promoted Hu to the chief editor of the China Daily. From then on, he began to serve Wang Jingwei's pro-Japanese puppet regime, and the Wang Ji puppet government was established. Hu Lancheng served as executive vice minister of the Wang Puppet Propaganda Department, director of the Legal Affairs Bureau, and chief editor of the "Da Chu Daily".

Wu Shibao's generation of "white-skinned man" in Shanghai has nothing to do with Hu Lanfeng. But he and Wu are in a relationship.

One day, he went to the 76th to meet Li Shiqun. Wu Shibao was extremely respectful to him and took him home in a car. The two met him. At this time, Hu Lancheng had just been removed from the deputy director of the Propaganda Department and lived in Shanghai for no reason, so he often went to the Wu family to play.

The Wu family is luxuriously furnished, and the Wu Shibao and his wife love to be generous and generous. The family welcomes guests every day. Hu Lancheng loves wealth and honor, and he often lingers in the Wu family. He loves to go to the Wu family because of the hostess She Aizhen, She looks and dress and demeanor, which makes him admire him very much: her peaceful and brisk walks, and she has a limelight. She also notices that her feet and shoes are good, and the same pair of stockings makes her envious by her female companion. She has a long and white skin and a silver basin. Her face is only round when she was young. As she grows up, her smartness and delicacy are clear, but it is hard to say that it is an eternal round face or a long face with a square round meaning. It can be compared to the shaking of the flowery sun, and it cannot be determined, and it becomes meaningful.

Infinite. Her eyebrows were very clear, her eyes were as dark as vaguely paint, and her eyes were never red, she was really like autumn water... Omitted, I would vomit first... That year she was thirty-eight years old, and people always saw her for a year, and they felt that the wonderful years of a woman could only be like her now. She was born with a man, and her temperament was generous and frivolous like a man. Who could only meet her very clean men and women. She didn't think she was charming, but naturally everyone liked her and respected her. She was not a lady or style of an official family, but was completely a folk woman in a modern metropolis in China, without any beauty exaggeration. (I was convinced, a fierce woman with a fierce face on her face was described by the traitor Hu Dazi in this way. Admiration, shamelessness is shameless, and at the extreme, invincible.)

After a while, Hu Lancheng rushed to arrive, Qing, helped She Aizhen up, and leaned into her ear and whispered: "Don't cry, I will take revenge in the future." She Aizhen stopped crying and fell on Hu Lancheng. Hu Lancheng picked up She Aizhen and walked up the stairs. The maid with eyes quickly opened the bedroom door. Hu Lancheng hugged She Aizhen and walked into the room and put her down on the bed.

"Abuse and adulterer, adultererer." Wu Ming lay under the bed, cursing in his heart. In the long cloth bag wrapped around his waist, the jade jewelry and gold bars were so painful that he grinned and felt very uncomfortable.

Outside, "Lan Cheng, Ai Zhen" kept screaming, then whispering, and then the bed squeaked, and people started to hum.

Wu Ming couldn't help it anymore, pulled down his mask and crawled out secretly. While the guy and woman were immersed in the pleasure of being compatible, they were slightly closed and humming and enjoying it, they rushed over, grabbed Hu Lancheng's head and pressed it hard. Bang, the two heads collided together, making a muffled groan, followed by a second and third moves.
Chapter completed!