The smell of gunpowder spread, and the people around couldn't help but feel excited.

They didn't know what was going on between the noble boss Qi and the huge boss Sikong, they just felt that these two people had a strong aura and were quite ...... standing together Eye-catching.

After all, Liang Hua has been in the workplace for many years, and he thinks something is weird, but he can't say it. kept squeezing his eyes at Xiao Qimo, suggesting that he should stop holding his girlfriend like this, the occasion was inappropriate.

But his eyes were about to twitch, Xiao Qimo not only didn't let go, but also hugged him tighter.

Seeing that the phoenix's eyes were slightly picked, Sikong took the initiative to say hello: "This is ...... Mr. Qi, right? ”

Xiao Qimo submitted the information and information, and specially remarked that he would show his surname Qi outside, and he expressed his understanding and respect.

Xiao Qimo's face was as usual, and when his keen sense of smell sensed a certain smell on the man opposite, his deep eyes darkened for a moment, and he quickly returned to indifference.

It was the smell of patchouli, which he had smelled on Lu Mian's body.

And the owner of this taste, he now knows it.

Or the new celebrity next to the legendary president: commonplace.

Wucheng met once late at night, and Jinjing met once alone.

He remembers it clearly.

"Fortunately, Mr. Sikong." Xiao Qimo was calm and quiet.

Like the calm before a storm.

Lu Mian stared at her toes with her head as big as a fight, this damn weird atmosphere felt even more difficult than her playing a game in hell mode!

Liang Hua hurriedly walked over and explained: "Mr. Sikong, Mr. Qi was specially invited by the Interpol team to come over to investigate the case. ”

He simply introduced: "This is Mr. Dyne, the captain of the Interpol team. ”

"And this ......" Liang Hua didn't want to introduce Lu Mian, after all, among so many big guys, she was really nothing, and she didn't deserve to have a name. But Mr. Qi's current posture made him have to explain patiently: "This Miss Lu Mian is Mr. Qi's girlfriend." Young man, still in love. ”

"Girlfriend, ......" Si Kongjian read these three words meaningfully, and after reading them, Feng Yan stared at Lu Mian seriously, and opened his lips to speak.

There is a bit of restraint in the deep voice, and the voice is good, but what is said, others are confused and can't understand.

Lu Mian can understand, and it is commonplace to speak the small language D.

He's a translator, and he's got his hands on it.

He said, "Long time no see, sleep." ”

Xiao Qimo: ...... Can't you bully others understand the language?

Lu Mian slowly raised his head, met his burning eyes, and subconsciously responded in D.

"Long time no see, Sikong."

Sikong Jian smiled, with a little satisfied youthfulness, and the depression at the bottom of his eyes was also a little lighter.

He took the initiative to stretch out his hand, wanting to shake Lu Mian's hand.

This is still the first person to ask for a handshake after it came commonplace, Liang Hua, Xiao Qimo and Dyne just now, they couldn't shake hands with him.

Others are very puzzling, why is Mr. Sikong so special to a girl?

And Lu Mian, looking at the hand that had been handed to her, paused, and found that the other party was still insisting, so she had to stretch out her hand and touch Si Kongjian.

When the fingertips touched, the man grabbed her hand precisely and held it in the palm of his hand.

Xiao Qimo's eyes were swept up in a violent storm, his eyes were fixed on the hands they were holding, and he counted down in his heart.

Three. Shake hands and shake hands, this is etiquette I can bear.

Two. Hold it for two seconds, that's enough.

One. I can't take it anymore.

Xiao Qimo stared at Sikong Jian without blinking, and found that he did not have the slightest consciousness of taking his hand away, and his handsome face under the gold-rimmed glasses was tense with a touch of coldness, he raised his hand and grabbed it on Si Kongjian's wrist.

In the same fluent D language, he coldly warned: "Mr. Sikong, enough is enough. Already upset not to see my girlfriend? ”