Fang Han shook his head, the sword of thought cut off distracting thoughts, continued to study the Sutra of the Entanglement of Heaven and Man, and slowly got started. Practicing this requires sudden enlightenment. Once you understand it thoroughly, you can get started. No matter how you can practice it, it is useless.

The next morning, Fang Han left the vineyard under the name of going to the FBI. Li Tang and the others stayed here to continue cleaning up. They liked the tranquility here very much and did not go back to the manor to stay here at night.

The environment here is already good. Although the decoration is not in place, the basic furniture is still complete, and there are enough rooms, so they can choose.

Fang Han set out in the morning and went to Clara's house first, instructed her to practice qigong and gave her acupuncture. As he practiced, the number of acupuncture was reduced and the interval became longer.

Fang Han has the key to Clara's house, so he opened the door directly. Clara was wearing a blue yoga tights and practiced in the living room, and her skin was white.

Fang Han gently closed the door, changed into slippers and slowly came to her side, touched her chin and watched quietly. She was slender and graceful, with her movements stretched and elegant, pleasing to the eye and enjoyable.

Clara was immersed in warmth and softness, and did not notice Fang Han's arrival, until she finished her last movement and slowly exhaled and calmed down.

"Here you!" She glanced at Fang Han, took the towel she handed over and wiped the sweat beads under her neck.

Fang Han smiled and said, "How do you feel?"

"It's okay."

"It should be very comfortable to see your state."

Clara glanced at him: "Mr. Super Police finally has time to pay attention to me?"

Fang Han heard her resentment and smiled helplessly: "If you have friends, I can't help but accompany you. And I just bought a vineyard."

"Both girlfriends are here, are you happy?" Clara snorted.

Fang Han shook her head helplessly. She was full of thorns, and no matter how much she gave in, it would be useless. So she lowered her face: "Stop talking, lie down!"

Clara looked at him, but in the end she didn't resist. She lay on the couch on the sofa, took off her top, revealing her smooth back.

Fang Han swallowed a mouthful of saliva. His round shoulders, his smooth back, his slender waist with only one grasp, and his suddenly protruding buttocks all showed great temptation.

He took out a golden needle from the cabinet, stabbed it quickly into her back and then gently flicked it, and the twelve golden needles trembled at the same time, just like the wind blowing the wheat field and waves.

The twelve golden needles trembled continuously and stopped ten minutes later.

Fang Han sat on the sofa next to him and picked up a newspaper, which was still reporting Annie Cole's scandal. When Annie Cole had scandals, it seemed that the whole nation was reveling. The reporters seemed to have taken stimulants and tried their best to write. They had more imagination than him, a writer.

Later, the reporters may not know where it is true or what is false.

Fang Han glanced and put it down, and said angrily: "You are trying to anger me on purpose. Annie's scandal is just hyped for the release of the movie, not real."

"It doesn't matter if it's true or not," Clara snorted.

Fang Han decided to be cleansed. He didn't seek trouble, so he put down the newspaper and picked up a book. He said carelessly: "I heard that a new internal clerk has come to the CIA building, a handsome guy."

Clara nodded lightly.

Fang Han glanced at her sideways: "Don't have any ideas?"

"If you have something to say, don't go around in circles, it's weird!" Clara said.

Fang Han coughed lightly: "He is pursuing you, aren't moved?"

Clara turned her head and glared at him: "Borgner, right?"

Fang Han nodded without hesitation.

"This bastard!" Clara snorted, "What else did he say?"

Fang Han said: "You are moved when you look like Denak."

"He's talking nonsense!" Clara said.

Fang Han smiled and said, "How much does he look like Denak?"

"..." Clara was silent for a moment and sighed: "I look like it, and I also act like it!"

"Is my heart moved?"

"What do you think?"

"Understand understanding." Fang Han nodded.

"Bad!" Clara said angrily: "I'm not that stupid. Denak is Denak, he is him, no matter how good he looks, he is not Denak!"

Fang Han smiled and said, "Borgner can finally feel relieved!"

"You asked for Bogner?" Clara turned her head and stared at him.

Fang Han said: "I don't care about him! I'm afraid you will be confused."

Clara said coldly: "Thank you for your concern!"

Fang Han said, "Okay, don't talk, close your eyes and rest for a while."

Clara snorted heavily, closed her mouth, and still felt stuffy in her chest, and she wanted to send it out.

An hour later, Fang Han pulled out the needle and stroked her back with both hands. At this time, the pores opened and closed, the acupoints were unobstructed, and the cold air was most likely to enter.

His hands emitted a scorching breath, pouring into her back, driving away the cold and warming the body, Clara held back and prevented himself from making a sound.

Fang Han let go of his hand and smiled, "You are in good health. I will go to CIA with you after dinner."

"What are you going to do?" Clara asked coldly on her yoga clothes. The depression in her chest had not yet dissipated. Fang Han had Level 4 authority, but he rarely went to the CIA because he was from the FBI.

Fang Han said: "Borgner wants to invite me to be an instructor."

The CIA and the FBI are incompatible but they are well-informed. If there is any disturbance, the other party knows that Stephen and the others will soon find out about the results. They are not willing to be outdone and ask themselves to help train a group of agents.

Fang Han agreed in full. He used to be a stubborn person and didn't want to pass on the kung fu, but now he wants to pass on the kung fu, but instead he wants to pass on the kung fu, and he just happened to have a chance.

Kung Fu is actually the best way to control people's minds. If you practice his kung Fu, you will certainly be close to him. At critical moments, you can be a witness.

The kung fu he taught was powerful, and after practicing it, it was significantly improved. Just like Stephen and his friends were able to fully improve their physical fitness.

Clara frowned and said, "Did you agree?"

Fang Han nodded: "I have a condition."

"What conditions?" Clara put on her clothes and completely covered her beautiful body. Fang Han felt inexplicably lost.

Fang Han said: "There are ten people in total, and you can choose."

"...Jing is looking for something for me!" Clara glanced at him, and the depression in her heart dissipated: "Is there any standard?"

Fang Han said: "If you have a good relationship with you, choose. If you have a bad relationship, you are not far away."

Clara smiled: "You can do whatever you want!"

Fang Han said: "Can you draw a list today?"

"No problem!" Clara said: "I can write it now!"

"Then write it out." Fang Han said: "I'll hand it over to Bogner later."

"Wait." Clara entered the house.

After a while, she changed into a pink home outfit and handed Fang Han a card. There were ten names of people on it, and Fang Han glanced and nodded.

Clara went into the kitchen to start cooking. She had already fried several steaks and put them in the refrigerator. As long as it was hot, it was Fang Han's breakfast. As for her, it was milk, eggs and bread.

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The two arrived at the CIA building and went up to the third floor. Just as they were about to enter Clara's office, everyone was in and out and they were very lively, greeting each other.

"Hi, Clara!" Fang Han and Clara greeted him.

Fang Han and Clara turned their heads, and a heroic young man walked over with agile steps, smiling and handsome and sunny.

Fang Han was restrained. When the two stood together, he suddenly became eclipsed, like the stars next to the moon.

"Davenport." Clara nodded calmly and turned around and continued to walk.

Davenport accelerated his pace, walked side by side with her, and looked at Fang Han: "Is this gentleman..."

"Fang Han." Clara stopped at the office door: "Davenport. Are you in trouble?"

"Oh, I don't understand a question very much. I want to ask you for advice." Davenport showed a handsome and charming smile.

"I'm very busy today, let's go someday." Clara said lightly.

"This..., okay. Then you can work hard first, see Mr. Fang!" Davenport smiled bitterly and shook hands with Fang Han before leaving.

Fang Han watched him leave, turned his head and smiled at Clara.

Clara pretended not to see it, pushed open the office door and went in, Fang Han said, "I'll go find Bogner first, you can do your business."

"Have together at noon!" Clara said.

Fang Han nodded: "No problem."

He came to Bogner's office and knocked outside the glass door. Bogner, who was wearing a suit and tie, was full of energy, got up and opened the door to welcome him in.

"How about it, have you seen that boy?" Bogner made a cup of tea for him and handed it over.

Fang Han, who was sitting on the sofa, took the tea and nodded: "I've seen it."

"How is it, do you look like it?"

"Well, that's OK,...what's his origin?"

"I was originally a field agent, but after being injured, I became an internal agent." Bogner shook his head and said, "A very powerful guy, very promising."
To be continued...