"After the flow of people, I looked for a purple yacht on the dock by the river in the square. The yacht was painted with the Blue Swan, and was hung with the French flag and the British flag."

The purple yacht is not conspicuous on the pier, but in a group of yachts, such a purple color is still significantly different from the ordinary yachts' hobby of applying white paint. This yacht is not big, probably a single-person yacht, and there is no trace of anyone on the yacht. Wu Xiyue stood by the river and observed for a long time, and carefully jumped onto the yacht deck.

The yacht bumped for a while, but no one came forward to greet her. Wu Xiyue immediately shouted: "Is anyone?"

An Feng's voice came from the earphones in the ear canal: "Come to the living room, I'll wait for you in the living room."

The living room of a single yacht is not big, and it can even be said to be very narrow, and the space is not as good as the toilet in An Feng's bathroom. A sofa occupies half of the space in the living room. When Wu Xiyue walked into the living room carefully, he found a man wearing sunglasses sitting on the sofa, but Wu Xiyue didn't know this person.

The man in sunglasses was holding a glass of wine in his hand, and a large fruit plate was placed on the small coffee table in front of him. He was giving fruit to his mouth with a fork, and he would take a sip of the wine in the glass from time to time. Seeing Wu Xiyue appear, the man in sunglasses greeted in An Feng's voice: "Do you need some wine? What do you like to drink?"

"Stop - take off your sunglasses first," Wu Xiyue pointed at the other party and said.

An Feng smiled and took off his sunglasses. Wu Xiyue was stunned for a moment - she didn't recognize this face.

In the past, An Feng actually had a plastic surgery surgery when he was an adult, but that plastic surgery was provided by the intelligence agency, which was 80% similar to his original appearance. This facial is a so-called "popular face" carefully selected by intelligence agencies using computer computing.

This kind of popular face is the favorite of intelligence agencies. When it looks roughly, there is no obvious personal characteristics on the face, because the various facial features selected by the intelligence agencies are the most neutral appearance characteristics screened out by the intelligence agencies. For example, its nose bridge is the most common, not garlic-headed nose or garlic-headed nose, but is between the two. It is rounder than garlic-headed nose and slightly angular than garlic-headed nose.

The selected eyebrow bones are also the most frequently seen in the crowd, not too high or too low; the size of the eyes, the height of the cheekbones, the shape of the auricles, etc. are all characteristics and sizes of most people.

All the most common appearance characteristics are combined together, so An Feng's original face is a bit indifferent to the public. If An Feng's eyes were not particularly bright and unforgettable at first sight, Wu Xiyue probably wouldn't recognize her former classmate, because the appearance of this popular face is the easiest to ignore and the most likely to make memories confused.

And now An Feng, who is standing in front of Wu Xiyue, has almost no similarity to his past face and his original face. The appearance characteristics on his face are very obvious, with clear edges and angular nose bridges, sharp eyebrows, flexible and wise eyes, tough earlobes, and clear cheekbones... Oh, this face can even be regarded as a star face, it is very oriental, full of the neutral beauty of oriental men like Japanese and Korean stars.

This smile on the face will fascinate most oriental women.

But Wu Xiyue is not.

Wu Xiyue took a step forward, leaned closer to An Feng's face, and carefully observed An Feng's eyes... After a while, she took a breath, took a step back, reached out to stop An Feng from approaching, and then asked sternly: "Stop, tell me what you and I said when we first met."

An Feng smiled, and now his smile and his current face suffocated Wu Xiyue.

"Tell me: As soon as you enter school, you must start preparing three graduation essays. The titles of these three articles are: To me now, to me twenty years later, and to my lover.

You also said: Let us make a draft early because this is a necessary homework for graduating from elementary school. Moreover, after graduating from junior high school, we also require reading these three essays. These three essays tell us: we must understand ourselves, understand what we love, and our life plan."

"Stop—" Wu Xiyue frowned.

To be honest, as a former convener, she has read similar words for many years. She herself doesn't remember what she said when she first met An Feng. So she immediately jumped and asked, "Tell me three of our common friends... no, five."

This question is simple, and An Feng answered effortlessly.

Wu Xiyue frowned and thought for a while, then asked again: "Tell me three of my favorite things."

An Feng smiled: "The first thing you like is money, the second thing you like... it may still be money. As for the third thing you like, of course, money. I despise you for this."

Wu Xiyue giggled: "I know me so deeply. It seems that you are really that ghost thing in An Feng... Okay, let's talk about what happened and makes you look like this? Well, this face is more obvious than the face in the past. Are you planning to enter the entertainment industry? I heard that the circle is very dirty."

An Feng shrugged and replied: "Oh, there was a small accident. I suddenly wanted to change my face, but I don't want others to know the relationship between this face and my past. Can it be done?"

Wu Xiyue bit her lower lip and asked in a flash: "How do you know that I only like money?"

An Feng nodded obediently: "You said that we people actually have no faith. If we force ourselves to say that we have any faith, it is money. We can not believe in God, but we must never believe in the power of money, because 'mother can make the devil push the grinding. Even if we don't believe in God, as long as we have money, we can 'burn incense and cram the Buddha's feet temporarily. Without money, even monks will not let you enter the temple gate, because all Buddhist temples and Taoist temples collect tickets. If you don't pay, don't want to get free tickets."

Wu Xiyue narrowed her eyes dangerously, An Feng raised her cup to the other party and continued, "You also said that money can be connected to Gods and is also a traditional belief. From an administrative level, money is higher than that of any god and Buddha. As long as there is money, gods and ghosts will bow their heads in front of you, so you must believe in money. You cannot lack money. Money is not omnipotent, but money is absolutely impossible..."

Wu Xiyue burst out laughing: "So, I am so greedy for money in your eyes?"

An Feng nodded solemnly: "What's better for you than most people is that you use money to do things. Many people refuse to admit their debts after taking the money, and act like a scoundrel and bite them back - this is the basis for your cooperation."

Wu Xiyue's body suddenly relaxed. She walked over and took off her high heels and kicked An Feng with her feet: "Get out of the way, let some place come out... Well, what you mean is that now you have changed your face, but you don't want others to know what you are now, but you also hope to control the assets you left behind in the past."

Wu Xiyue sat down on the sofa, reached out and grabbed the bottle, took a sip of champagne at the bottle, and nodded slightly admiringly: "Fortunately, you still remember the taste I prefer... This is a bit difficult, but it can still be operated. You have never appeared in the company in the past, and your assets are operated in the form of trust funds. As long as you issue a new power of attorney, I can hand over the asset management rights to you.

Of course, it’s okay without a power of attorney. I am the one who supervises the fund. As long as I allow you, you can still go through the procedures to withdraw money - you won’t change your fingerprint, right? What you left was a fingerprint password and a retinal password. If you change these two items, hehe, then I’ll get rich.”

Seeing An Feng coming to explore, Wu Xiyue quickly laughed again: "This is a joke. Of course you know that I also need credibility in this industry. If I embezzle a penny of your money privately, the Managers Association will remove me from the list. In the end, I will squat in prison, looking up at your pile of money, regretting it as much as before.

So, my best way is to pretend not to admit your current identity and continue to operate your funds. In this way, I have no supervisors on my side and I can control the assets under your name all my life. Although I can't use one of the dimes, I have a long-term salary for meal tickets in my life. I will not worry about being fired or being scolded for bad things. Hehe, it's a great thing to get a salary steadily for the rest of my life.

Of course, this is a joke. Although I love money, I am a person with a moral bottom line. Now, I am sure that you are the original An Feng, but you still need to prove to a lawyer that as long as the lawyer approves, the remaining procedures will be easy to handle, and you can continue to dominate your assets anonymously."

Of course, the lawyer's affairs are easy to solve. Now that we have entered the electronic age, electronic signatures are also effective. An Feng and lawyer Stison are connected through a satellite network, and the latter has given relevant supporting documents without hesitation... Half an hour later, all the documents are complete.

After packing up these documents, Wu Xiyue raised the bottle again and took a sip, put the bottle down, and she asked, "Okay, it's private time now. Take off your clothes, and our happy time has begun."

After sitting on An Feng, Wu Xiyue remembered and asked, "Hey, what are you doing in Paris... Well, do you need to listen to my financial report?"

An Feng shook his head: "The financial statements will be reviewed by professional accounting firms in the future. I just need to listen to their reports on the results."

Wu Xiyue raised the bottle and took a sip again: "So, what are your plans in the future? It's a pity that you don't become a doctor. Oh, don't come to finance. You guys are mixed into the financial world. How should we, the villain, live?"

An Feng waved his hand: "I have no plans for the future. What about you? What about you? What are your plans for the future?"

Wu Xiyue raised her phoenix eyes and looked up at the sky, lowered her eyes and replied, "I have no plans either. To be honest, the treatment you gave is very generous. I was originally a novice and had to learn a lot at work. I don't think I can understand this industry in 10 or 20 years. Such good learning conditions may not be obtained in another company, so..."

Wu Xiyue bowed and grabbed the bottle, took a big sip, her body undulating on An Feng, and said breathing: "So, I plan to just spend time in your company and wait until I die. When I have enough experience, I probably will be old and no longer have the ambition to start a business by myself. This is great. I believe that by then, I will also be a person who calls the wind and rain in your company, and may even be an important figure in the entire industry.

Of course, I will not marry you. For me, the joy of work is far higher than anything else. I don’t want to marry someone. When I get home, I am busy trying to please a man and serve the family. The life of a housewife is too boring for me. I want to die, and I don’t want to devote my youth and lifelong energy to my family.

Of course, I am not a person without feelings, and I am not a person who completely separates family affection. During this period, I always think: take advantage of my youth and go crazy once. When I get old, I will never have the chance to regret it. I will look for IVF, then raise a child, and raise him with my own hands.

But sometimes I also think that it is too terrible to raise a child from zero, it is too cumbersome to shit and pee, or I adopt a child, maybe adopt a group of children, start adopting them as a teenager, give them the best school, give them the best environment to grow up, and watch them grow up. This kind of life is also good."

An Feng waved his hand: "Forget it, you are just a monster, and you and I can't reach an agreement on this."

Wu Xiyue nodded vigorously: "Yes, I am such a person, a person who is different from anyone and is completely unique... I have the right to be unique, right?"

An Feng laughed loudly. Since then, the two have never talked about the future.

Three days later, An Feng sat leisurely in the living room, opposite Madame Heather, who was reporting to An Feng about her family arrangements for next week. At the same time, the temporarily hired cleaners were helping An Feng change the bed sheets. On the floor of the room, three cleaning robots were crawling around the house like spiders, sucking dust and cleaning the skin debris that fell on the ground.

The doorbell sounded, and Madame Heather turned her eyes to An Feng. Seeing An Feng watching the itinerary for next week as if nothing had happened, she silently bent her knees and turned to go out to greet the guests.

After the door opened, there was no expected conversation. The man outside the door seemed to be a matter of course. He walked into the room with confidence and directed Mrs. Heather: "Take my luggage into the room. By the way, there are two bodyguards outside the door. Tell them and let them carry my luggage."

Mrs. Hather looked at the young girl who was used to being arrogant in surprise. The young girl opposite walked to An Feng. An Feng looked up at the other party and continued to look down at her itinerary next week. The girl turned around An Feng and nodded with satisfaction: "This face is much more pleasing than the original one."

An Feng faced Heather and nodded slightly. With An Feng's permission, Heather immediately went outside the door as the girl's order. Then, two strong men walked into the door with seven or eight boxes of big and small. They placed the boxes on the floor. The girl waved her hand and ordered: "Go to find a house nearby to rent it. You are on vacation. If I don't inform you, you can stay in the house with peace of mind.

Mrs. Heather was very eye-catching. Seeing that the itinerary next week had been arranged, the new strange girl seemed to have something to communicate with the male owner in private. She bowed slightly and pointed to the plan in An Feng's hand with her finger. An Feng handed the plan to the other party and replied: "I am very satisfied, let's go as planned."

The young girl who came in was Miss Baron. When the crowd inside the room left, Miss Baron walked to An Feng again. She reached out to touch An Feng's face and said intimately: "That's the case. Thank you for being the first to notify me. I thought..."

The Baron Miss wanted to speak but stopped. She turned around and sat in An Feng's arms and whispered: "Why did you suddenly think of plastic surgery? Are you planning to follow me in the future, or do you plan to let me follow you?"

An Feng smiled lightly and replaced the answer with a passionate kiss.

Miss Baron is a person who doesn't like to ask questions. An Feng is unwilling to say that this matter has passed.

The following days, An Feng seemed to have entered the holiday. Every day, he leisurely accompanied the Baron on the streets of Paris like he went to work. Occasionally he also mixed into the Baron's bodyguard group, dressed up as an ordinary bodyguard, and held various business negotiations as the Baron attended various banquets.

This kind of life in the sunshine and free and relaxed life is really rare. Before I knew it, a month passed. Miss Baron planned to go to England this week. The two of them did not bring any extra bodyguards. After putting on a little makeup, they took the Strait subway like ordinary people, and crossed the English Channel in one day.

Compared with romantic France, Britain is stereotyped. The passionate kisses of young people can be seen everywhere in France, but the scenery in Britain is younger than that in France. Even the Thames River is more suitable for relaxation and dazing than the noisy Seine.

After the Baron ended his business talks, he got a yacht through his acquaintance. An Feng was driving the yacht on the Thames these days. He laughed and said that he was planning to count swans for the queen, while the Baron regarded the yacht as his home and was very busy going out early and returning late.

In the evening, Miss Baron returned home, and her black Land Rover car drove from the dock in the distance. There was a jaguar car in front and behind the Land Rover car. When the car stopped, a high-speed speedboat came over the upstream river bank. Behind the speedboat was a young man holding a rope playing with paddling. The young man was shouting, and laughter pierced the quiet river bank.

At the dock, the convoy stopped the car, and the Baron got out of the car. The bodyguard immediately went up and held up the black umbrella. Under the umbrella, the Baron dressed in a British style and wearing a British ladies hat, put his hands on his lips and made a kiss. On those hands, she was wearing delicate and delicate lambskin gloves like a British lady.

Everything seemed so normal on the river bank. At the end of the wooden dock, the two anglers waved to the Baron's baron friendly, but the Baron's bodyguard separated them. At this time, An Feng launched the yacht and prepared to dock his own yacht.

Suddenly, the high-speed speedboat that rushed down the upstream approached An Feng's yacht. At this time, An Feng's yacht had already started. The speedboat was originally heading towards An Feng's stern, and An Feng didn't care too much. However, when the two ships approached, the speedboat turned suddenly and drove towards An Feng's direction of driving, directly inserted between An Feng's bow and the river bank.

The speed of the speedboat was too fast, and An Feng had no time to turn, so there was a scratch between the speedboat and the yacht. As for the young man who was dragged behind by the speedboat to play with paddling, he hit the yacht hull without any suspense. His body rolled back and forth in the air, crossed An Feng's yacht and fell into the water on the other side.

At the same time, the man who was operating the speedboat was a little unsteady. He staggered on the speedboat and lost control of the steering wheel. The speedboat hit the wooden dock on the shore in a slanting manner. As the debris flew, the bodyguard protected the Baron Miss to avoid it in panic.

An Feng on the boat hesitated for a moment. He wanted to take action several times, but perhaps the long-term comfortable life made him lose his vigilance. On the surface, this seemed to be an accidental incident. The young man driving a speedboat and paddling did not have any agent aura on his body, and he looked like a group of lawless young punks.

During this hesitation, the situation turned sharply. The two people fishing on the shore took out some tools. The baron lady hiding behind the car felt that something was biting her neck. When she turned around in confusion to look for An Feng, she found that her bodyguards fell down silently one after another...

An Feng's reaction was quick. When the bodyguard next to the Baron Miss fell down the first one, he let go of the yacht rudder wheel, flashed and appeared again, he was already standing on the shore. At the same time, the unmanaged yacht was pushed far away from the shore by his back pedal force and began to spin in place.

However, although An Feng jumped to the shore in time, he did not dare to take further action, because two fishermen on the shore gently kicked the fish basket under his feet, raised their hands, and signaled An Feng to pay attention to the ring in his hand.

It was an electronic ring, which looked a bit like a detonating switch.

Two fishermen on the dock were wearing two pairs of rings, and they had two pairs of fish baskets on their feet.

At An Feng's speed, he was sure to kill the two men completely before the other party pressed the detonation button, but at this time he was a little confused because he didn't know whether the attack was for the Baron or for himself.

The reason why he didn't do it was not curiosity at all. As an excellent agent, he buried his curiosity early. But at this moment he was very skilled and brave. If he didn't understand the scenes of the attack, he thought there would be continuous attacks. Therefore, he turned his mind and decided to use the trick and honestly raised his hands to surrender.

"Who is the one who bought you?" An Feng felt more and more confused as he thought about it: "Who sent you?"
Chapter completed!