Song Yiming pursed his lips and didn't answer, so he followed this Sister Luo to the second floor and opened a private room.

Sitting in the private room, as soon as the lights were turned on, and as soon as a few bottles of wine were turned on, there was immediately a feeling of planting a wine pond and a meat forest, and it was almost the most critical part...... "Mr. Song, you and a few bosses wait a while, I'll bring it, it's good for a while, don't miss me too much~~\" The foreman threw a flying kiss at Song Yiming, turned around to leave, Song Yiming glanced at Li Moyang, followed her out of the private room, took the door, and pulled her aside.

\"Sister Luo, I heard that you have recently come to a good Chinese family of less than ten years and are married?\" Hearing Song Yiming's whisper, the foreman tilted his head and looked at Song Yiming, his face was full of meaning, \"I didn't expect wow, Mr. Song, why are you so good now? Don't you want Jennifer No. 13 in your house?"

Song Yiming frowned slightly, revealing a little displeased, \"Sister Luo, what are you talking about, am I like that kind of man in the morning and twilight?" It was Mr. Jiang, the one sitting next to me, he said that he had never played a good house, and he wanted to come and try a fresh ......."

said that he didn't believe it if he hadn't played ghosts, but the foreman didn't ask much when he saw the look on Song Yiming's face, but he still looked embarrassed, touched his chin and thought about it, \" Mr. Song, don't you know, that little girl is now our top card, her husband is also a rich boss, but I don't know if it's to have fun or other reasons, come out to do this business, many bosses like to play this kind of thing, she has a show every day, sometimes there are two, tonight is more than seven o'clock out, if you drag it out a little later, around eleven o'clock, if she comes back, Song Yiming will detain her for you, how about it?\"

I'm a big slot, this girl's husband is still a big boss, is she suffering too much domestic violence or is she really so silvery, rubbing, Ben's ** has actually become the top brand...... Speechless and speechless, Song Yiming still nodded and agreed, and watched the foreman go away.

Back in the private room, Song Yiming sat down on the sofa, and Li Moyang immediately asked with a lewd face: \"What, how are you chatting with your sister Luo?~~\" Song Yiming punched him, and said a little angrily, \"Okay, don't fight haha, let me tell you, that Mr. Jiang's named Xiaoliang's family may come very late, you have to calm down, we must make this old fat happy, otherwise everything will be in vain!"

Li Moyang made an OK gesture and whispered: \"Anla, I understand~~\" Although Song Yiming still looked a little uneasy, but Mr. Jiang on the side went over to talk again, and Song Yiming didn't care about Li Moyang anymore.

At this moment, there is still one of the most tangled questions for Li Moyang.

Even if they really succeeded in leveling the fat man, so what? Could it be that the two hired a group of mercenaries to go into the lair of the militants and rescue Song Lingling? This Nima is too nonsense......

In fact, to be honest, for the militants of this kind of small country, in fact, they are a rabble composed of a group of crazy people who dream of going to state power, Li Moyang can do it single-handedly if he wants to, but the problem is that Song Yiming is also here, and Li Moyang never feels that it is the right thing to do in front of him to expose his identity......

But if he didn't make a move, let Song Yiming think of a way, all he could think of was to really organize a group of mercenaries to rob the prison...... If the operation fails, it is very likely that Song Lingling will be injured......

What to do......

Li Moyang collapsed on the sofa with a splitting headache.

Still is...... Let's take it one step at a time......

After all, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain......

Everything is as usual, it's all the same old routine, a group of black, white and yellow chicks came to the test stage, and the old silver thief picked two, one black and one white, one on each floor, and Li Moyang, who was sitting alone on another sofa and drinking hard, formed a stark contrast. After singing for a while, Song Yiming was worried that Mr. Jiang would be unable to hold his breath, and it was still very early before eleven o'clock, so he gritted his teeth and called this special project again, and spent more than 2,000 oceans to watch a performance of demons and golden pythons.

After this heavy-mouthed performance finally ended, Li Moyang's view had been completely destroyed and rebuilt, and Song Yiming looked like he was about to vomit, taking a deep breath and stroking his chest. Only Mr. Jiang watched it with relish, and nodded and praised vigorously throughout the whole process, which really made Song Yiming and Li Moyang extremely impressed by his taste and affordability.

A few strong men carried out the box containing the golden python, Song Yiming looked at his watch, it was already a quarter past eleven, so he exchanged a look with Li Moyang, gave a tip to the princesses, and sent them out of the private room. \"Mr. Jiang, how are you feeling tonight?\" Song Yiming smiled and asked Mr. Jiang who was patting his belly and tying his trouser belt, his head nodded like a rattle, \"Oh, I'm so satisfied, I haven't been so happy in years...... It's just, hey, it's still so hot......" Song Yiming also nodded slightly, comprehended, approached him and said, \"Don't worry, let's go upstairs and rub it in a while, I'll let them arrange for the little good family you want to come to accompany us to push the cards at night, and Li Moyang and I will avoid it when it's over, you continue to play, how about it?"

Mr. Jiang touched his round belly, lit a cigarette, took a sip hard, and spat out the smoke ring with satisfaction, a trace of cunning flashed on his face. \"I see, you won't just come to me for health care, Manager Song......"

Song Yiming was startled, looked at Li Moyang, and smiled flatteringly, "Isn't it, you see that the local situation is turbulent like this, and we are still here for a vacation, aren't you lacking heart...... I really let you tell me, I really have a favor for you to help ......\"

The old fat man looked at Li Moyang, looked him up and down, pointed at Li Moyang with the cigarette, and asked Song Yiming: \"Your friend, I haven't seen it before, Manager Song, is he?\"\"Oh, this is Inspector Li Moyang, a member of the National Detectives Association, the murder of my father helped me a lot not long ago......" Song Yiming hurriedly explained. Mr. Jiang nodded, and then asked, "Is it because he has something to ask me for?"

Song Yiming was stunned for a moment, and nodded slightly. Mr. Jiang took two puffs of the cigarette and poked the butt of the cigarette into the ashtray.

\"If I'm not mistaken, did I come here for the kidnapped little girl?\"

Mr. Jiang's cold words really scared Li Moyang and Song Yiming, Li Moyang looked at Song Yiming with a \"When did you tell him!?\", and Song Yiming also replied with a look of grievance.