Yan Qiuhong

Seventeen years ago, the moonlight was stained with blood. When Qiu Hong knelt under the Supervisory Committee building and clutched his father's blood-stained tie, he was destined to become a ghost pawn on the chessboard. Anonymous letters were mixed in the mailbox, and tea stains remained in the corners of family photos. Qiu Hong rubbed the newly written address on the back of the photo and decided to let the gang control the Education Bureau's internal information - the news that tutoring institutions across the province were about to be shut down was currently playing on the computer in She Bojun's study. The moment the youngest broker in Huajiang Province wore the mask of Qian Hong and knocked on the door of She's house with a pencil, the young man solving the problem in front of the podium suddenly raised his head, and the tip of his pencil poked a black hole on the draft paper - the seventeen-year-old She Yan smelled the fragrance of the same kind of bloodthirsty. "This is how trigonometric functions are solved." An hour before the special police broke in, there were three short and two long knocks on the door. She Yan stood soaked in the rain, her fingertips still stained with scraps from the paper shredder in her father's study. "Half a year ago, there were not only cats downstairs Lin Yuici, but me as well." He grabbed Qiu Hong's blood-stained collar, and when the USB flash drive was stuffed into his palm, it was filled with body heat, "Go in and wait for me to catch you." The rain on the day I was released from prison was no heavier than the night my father died. The black Maybach ran over a puddle, the young man in the back seat loosened his tie, and the front page of the Wall Street Journal was crumpled into a ball by him. Through the iron gate of the prison, Qiu Hong saw a puff boy under twenty years old wrapped in a custom-made suit, spinning a dark gold USB flash drive between his fingers. "I'll teach you this time," She Yan pushed the person into the back seat, with the smell of blood and rust filling her lips and teeth. "How to deal with your own father." When the truth was revealed with the arrest of the provincial government secretary-general, they were shocked to realize that there was a two-headed snake entrenched on the dark web of the Huajiang Provincial Government. The red seal of the Supervisory Committee and the tattoo were printed on the same birth certificate, and two suicide notes with the same handwriting lay quietly in the freezer numbered 89757 in the morgue. Food guide: 1. The difference between attack and end is 8 years old. In the next year, the middle part will be a little rough, and the two will be separated for a period of time. 2. Starting from Chapter 4, Qiu Hong went undercover to the She family and changed his name to Qian Hong. [Very important!!!] 3. She Yan (a sinister student who tolerates the attacks of a wolf-dog student) × Qiu Hong (a contrast between the cool and cold boss on the road) 4. Think of adding more The author, Xiaoer, is asking readers to add it to your collection~ Purpose: Confront me exclusively