When Jing re-entered Wang Fuxing's room, she saw that the powerful man who came from the east but seemed to have nothing to do all day after arriving in the west was holding Liuli in his arms, as if whispering something.

Jing didn't care.

Now that anyone wants to walk into this room, it is no longer a simple matter, and it is even difficult to get close to this room, with a full twenty elites of the Xia family's wildfire unit following Fengyun and the two to Rothschild Castle, Lan, as the owner of the castle, simply made a favor, with Wang Fuxing's VIP room as the core, and arranged all the nearby areas to his Praetorian Guard.

Wang Fuxing politely refused the assistant driver and others arranged by Rothschild to him, for now, the people of the Xia family are 100% believed by Wang Fuxing.

Therefore, with their accession, anyone, even Lan and Xiong, who wanted to enter Wang Fuxing's room, would be intercepted dozens of meters away, and then ask Wang Fuxing, and only after obtaining permission would they be released.

The Wildfire Force, no matter who it is, or what the people who come to visit it, carry out their mission almost stiffly but loyally.

They are the most powerful dead soldiers exposed by the Xia family now.

What is a dead man?

Those who ignore the situation, those who are not afraid of difficulties, those who are not afraid of death, and those whose thoughts are mechanical, this is a qualified dead man.

From the Celestial Empire to Europe, what Rothschild meant in this land of Britain, they didn't have any concept in their minds, how different their strength was from this well-defended castle, they didn't think about it, they just carried out a formulaic procedure almost instinctively, and no one should be allowed to approach without the consent of their protected target, which was the most basic rule.

Even if all the guards in this castle attacked them together, they did not have the slightest fear.

Even the extremely elite wildfire troops who have experienced a hundred battles do not dare to guarantee Wang Fuxing's safety 100%, their task is very simple, before their own death, the target protected by themselves must be safe and sound.

For them, Wang Fuxing's safe and sound from beginning to end can be regarded as completing the task, and their own death can also be regarded as completing the task.

So Jing stood in front of Wang Fuxing and Liuli, and there was no embarrassment that seemed to see a picture that shouldn't be seen, Wang Fuxing already knew about her arrival, and now she can still hug Liuli intimately and say some whispers, so this whisper is obviously not a secret, it belongs to the content that doesn't matter even if it is heard by Jing.

"Sorry, it doesn't seem like I came at the right time."

Jing smiled, saying sorry in her mouth, but there was no apology in her eyes, but a hint of annoyance.

I have to say that she has a little regret in her heart now.

In other words, she actually admitted in her heart that pretending to be forced in front of Wang Fuxing would not benefit herself at all.

Wang Fuxing has not been in this castle for a long time, a week or so, this week's time seems short, but if Jing really wants to talk to Wang Fuxing, whether the process is pleasant or unpleasant, the two must have talked countless times.

But in fact, to this day, until now, there has not been a very formal, private, frank conversation between the two men.

The first time, it was her own identity, which was completely unaware of the situation, in her mind, her noble identity, took the initiative to chat with an Oriental who fled to Europe, the other party should try her best to please her, but in fact she was wrong, outrageously wrong. Jing prepared a stomach full of chips and requirements, as well as a small amount of support for Wang Fuxing to be brought out, but Wang Fuxing was in a stalemate with him for half an hour without saying a word, and finally Lan ruined the conversation.

The second time was that night, at the door of Xiong's study, this time, she had lowered her figure and invited herself, but she got a sentence I am tired and want to rest.

The same is an unceremonious refusal.

At that time, Jing felt that this man was too unknowing, even if he won part of Lan's friendship, he would definitely not be able to be so rampant here.

Then it was until the night that Wang Fuxing killed Ming.

Crisp movements, cruel methods, almost dazzling arrogance and pride.

That night, in her eyes, Wang Fuxing was no longer a hasty fugitive, but a man who tried his best to defend himself and his family's dignity no matter when, no matter where, no matter who he faced.

Even if this insistence seems to many people to be out of place, I don't know how high the sky is.

Jing thought that it was no longer warm, and her soft heart was touched.

At that moment, she could be sure that she was in love and in love with this oriental man.

Even if this cheap love only lasted for a moment, at least she was no longer disgusted with Wang Fuxing, but appreciated and favored.

After that, she looked for Wang Fuxing three times in a row.

But I didn't even see each other.

The sixth time, when she stepped into this room, she was even a little surprised, when she thought she could have a friendly and pleasant conversation with this man, only to be ruined again by a message brought by Arashi.

This time, it was the seventh time she had asked to see the king for revival!

No matter how Jing admired Wang Fuxing, she was inevitably a little annoyed in her heart at this time.

Her identity is noble, and she naturally has the pride of being on the same level as her identity.

And what made her even more unbearable was Wang Fuxing's casual attitude every time he saw her.

Yes, carelessly, without any sincerity of cooperation at all, and without the slightest respect he has for himself.

Respect!

She needed something that would keep the two of them in dialogue on an equal footing.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Jing, you know, no matter how sensible a woman is, there will be times when she is willful."

Wang Fuxing smiled, and finally stopped biting his ears with Liuli, and put Liuli aside, his face was helpless as soon as possible, but his eyes were unusually happy.

Liuli snorted coldly and glared at him fiercely.

"I very much agree with Mr. Wang's point of view, but I also very much hope that Mr. Wang can consider the feelings of the guests, and besides, I am not only a guest, I am also a girl."

Jing smiled, her tone was light and breezy, but anyone could hear the resentment in her words.

"Do your feelings have anything to do with me?"

Wang Fuxing raised his eyebrows, glanced at Jing lightly, and asked indifferently.

Jing Jing, who had just sat down on the sofa, suddenly had a cold look in his eyes, got up suddenly, frowned and said unhappily: "Mr. Wang, you are too rude, this is not a gentleman's practice." ”

"Hell, gentleman!"

Wang Fuxing scolded and said lightly: "This is a title that should have gone to hell a long time ago, and I don't have the slightest affection for these two words." ”

"I'm sorry, it's hard for me to have a conversation with such a rude man, Mr. Wang, if you don't think about it and correct your attitude, I don't think we will become friends."

Jing sneered, turned around and left.

"Tsk..."

Wang Fuxing sighed and muttered to himself: "With this violent temper, can we still play together..."

Play... Play!!!

Is this bastard a game of the cooperation he is trying to start with him?

It's terrible!

Jing Death clenched his small fists and quickened the pace of leaving.

"Liuli, help me make an appointment with Mr. Hai, I didn't expect Miss Jing to be so impatient, in comparison, it seems to be a good decision to choose a steady Mr. Hai."

Wang Fuxing looked at Jing's back, without the slightest retention, and said flatly.

Jing was about to step out of the door and slammed into his footsteps.

The sinister and playful smile on the corner of Wang Fuxing's mouth flashed, and he leaned back on the sofa slightly, cocking Erlang's legs.

"Elegant. Ready. Reason. Gentle. Delicate. Simplicity. Shy. ”

Wang Fuxing gently spit out one English word after another, as if showing off his words, he looked at the body standing at the door and stood still, shook his head slightly, and said with some regret: "This is the standard of a lady, I think it is difficult for me to be friends with such an impatient woman, I really can't play together..."

It's play again!

Jing turned around suddenly.

Her face was still pale with anger, but her eyes became calm.

"Is there something wrong? Lady? ”

Wang Fuxing laughed a little sarcastically.

Jing gracefully, twisted his delicate body just right, sat opposite Wang Fuxing again, and chuckled: "Mr. Wang, although your approach is very ungentlemanly, but you are now a distinguished guest of Rothschild, I think I need to remind you that Hai is a very dangerous and very terrible character, if you have no intention of getting rid of him, then it is best not to get close to this man, otherwise even if he dies, he will bring everyone around him closer to hell, he is a madman, oh, unlike you, his paranoia is not the slightest bit of reason." ”

"A madman without reason is not terrible."

Wang Fuxing said lightly, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and flicked the ash of the cigarette at will.

"But a madman who initiates madness and thinks not about how to win, but how to die with the enemy, is it terrible, isn't it?"

Jing smiled and looked at Wang Fuxing's eyes, and said very surely: "I understand him." ”

Wang Fuxing frowned slightly, looked at Jing indifferently, and waited for her to continue to speak.

"I don't just know about the sea, I know most of the people in power in Rothschild, and it's very interesting to study their personalities."

Jingxiao became more delicate and gentle, and she gently stroked the long golden hair in front of her forehead: "Mr. Wang, your current situation in Rothschild is very delicate, and I have to say that although your guards are strong, they can't resist Rothschild at all, and besides, only the support of your cousin is not enough for you, maybe you also need the support of others." ”

"For example?"

Wang Fuxing smiled, his eyes calm and indifferent, without the slightest emotion.

At this moment, this man, who has been turned into a madman by countless people and has become famous on the European continent, has only calmness and reason in his eyes.

"For example, me."

Jing smiled charmingly, stretched out her finger and pointed at herself, I don't know whether it was intentional or not, the place where her finger fell was her chest with an unusually perfect shape.

"What can you help me with?"

Wang Fuxing's eyes were unmoved, beauty is beauty, interests are interests, the latter is far more important than the former, he doesn't mind lingering with a beauty like Jing, but if the other party wants to become a stumbling block on his way forward, then he will not hesitate to eradicate it.

This is true for Jing, and the same is true for Lan.

The enemy is the enemy.

This is Wang Fuxing's concept all along, from beginning to end, without the slightest wavering.

"Maybe I can give you the greatest support in my personal ability, and I can even convince the elders of our faction to support you together, which is what you need most right now, isn't it?"

Wang Fuxing smiled noncommittally and said lightly: "What about you?" What do you want? ”

"Interests."

Jing smiled charmingly and answered without hesitation.

Wise woman.

Wang Fuxing sighed in his heart.

It should be said that Jing's answer is an extremely rational and reserved answer.

She wanted benefits, but she didn't say she wanted any benefits, and as for the position of the first heir in her dreams, she didn't even mention it.

If these two cooperate, it will also be the final transaction, and Jing can't say it when the two parties haven't cooperated yet.

After all, Arashi, the first heir in line, is his most legitimate ally.

"I can give you benefits, but what you give me is not enough."

Wang Fuxing stood up with a smile and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling balcony in the castle.

At this time, it was noon, the sun dispelled the fog of the city of London, and nearly half of the scenery of the castle fell into Wang Fuxing's eyes, which made people feel refreshed.

Jing hesitated, stood up with a smile, and walked behind Wang Fuxing.

Wang Fuxing didn't move, but his body gradually tensed, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

A pair of small hands stretched out from behind Wang Fuxing's back and gently wrapped their arms around his waist.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of soft elasticity came into full contact with Wang Fuxing's back.

Soft ecstasy.

"What about me?"

Jing's tone was languid and charming, as if with endless temptation: "Would you like to taste me?" What does Rothschild taste like his current third-in-line heir? ”

Ruri has politely avoided it.

At this time, there were only two people left in the room, Wang Fuxing and Jing.

Jing hugged Wang Fuxing from behind him, twisting his body slightly, and the atmosphere gradually became ambiguous and lingering.

"It is not allowed to intermarry with foreigners, and to maintain the noble blood of the family, this seems to be the rule of Rothschild."

Wang Fuxing smiled faintly, Jing hugged her from behind him, and couldn't see the slightest fiery coldness in his eyes.

"The family rules do not allow you to marry a foreigner, but there is no rule that you are not allowed to have sex with a foreigner, love."

Jing ate and smiled, and the strength of hugging Wang Fuxing became tighter and tighter.

Wang Fuxing did not reply, but looked at the main entrance of the castle.

At the main entrance, six Land Rovers clustered around a Cadillac and slowly entered the castle.

Jing didn't wait for Wang Fuxing's movement, poked his head out of the window from behind Wang Fuxing, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he smiled: "It's Chuan's team, hey, Mr. Wang, I think you're in trouble, Chuan is a figure elected by their faction after the Ming Dynasty, but now he doesn't have the identity of the heir, I think, he still needs to hand in a perfect answer sheet before he can become the heir of the empire." ”

"Answer?"

Wang Fuxing asked lightly.

"Of course, killing you is the perfect answer."

Jing smiled slightly, with a strange look in her eyes: "You seem to need me or our support more now." ”

"No, I don't."

Wang Fuxing smiled and shook his head, he turned around, gently stretched out his hand, stroked Jing's tender white cheeks, narrowed his eyes, and said softly: "I don't need your support, on the contrary, you need my support." I am an outsider in the Rothschild Civil War, your civil war has nothing to do with me, Miss Jing, of course we have room for cooperation, but it is not you who support me, but I support you, so the next time you talk to me about cooperation, it is best to think about it, what do I need? If it weren't for the support of your senators, no matter how strong their support was, I wouldn't have been able to become the master of Rothschild, right? ”

He took a slow step back.

Jing subconsciously let go of him and looked at his eyes, his face was cloudy.

"Chuan's affairs, I will handle it myself, how Ming dies, he will die."

Wang Fuxing said flatly, passing by Jing.

"Also, I don't like the smell of your perfume, tsk, that's really not the taste of a lady."