Things went well with Delenn, and they didn't offend anyone except Smith.

And last time Robert also said that Smith was punished and thought about it, and it was impossible to come out for a month, who would target them at this juncture?

Song Bingjue's eyes were heavy, and when he saw her ask, he spoke for a long time before he spoke: "Delun Group is not as simple as you imagined. ”

Delen's cooperation negotiations went smoothly, but there were a lot of red-eyed.

Otherwise, after Smith stepped down, Robert would not have been able to rise to power so quickly.

Hearing this, Mu Wan'an was stunned: "So, you mean ......"

"Everything is unknown until we sign the contract." Song Bingjue took over.

Mu good night silenced.

She didn't expect that it was just the cooperation between the groups that would cause so many rights and wrongs.

Immediately, I heard Song Bingjue say again: "Delun Company made a fortune from war in the early years of World War I, and it has developed to the point where it has developed to the point where there are many means, and we may not know ......"

Mu Wan'an blinked, thinking of the information she had found before she came, and asked, "During the First World War?" But it's not that they make jewelry......"

After she finished speaking, Song Bingjue pursed her lips and smiled, seeing that her apricot eyes were round and round, she pinched it gently: "It's just to make face, after all, making war money is not something worth publicizing......"

"But it's not wrong to say that you made a fortune in jewelry."

Mu Wanliang was clear, and the original worries gradually dissipated in the conversation.

Song Bingjue always has this ability, which will make people feel safe in an unstable situation.

They walked around for more than an hour, and they were stuck in the middle of the road in a traffic jam before they got out of the way.

Mu Wan'an turned his head to look at the back of the car, looked at the big truck that suddenly appeared, and blinked: "The keys are chasing after them later......"

"Don't worry, they won't be able to catch up for a while." Song Bingjue spoke.

Even if you catch up, it is estimated that it will be until the evening.

Mu Wan'an didn't know why, but he settled down and didn't ask any more, always feeling that things were under Song Bingjue's control.

……

At this end, a truck appeared in the sky, blocking all the gaps in the road.

Seeing Song Bingjue and Mu Goodnight's car disappear in front of him, James, who was sitting in the back seat, had a haze in his eyes.

"What's the situation?" He asked.

"Team leader, this car suddenly rushed out, we ......" The thug smiled wryly.

If they hadn't reacted in time and stepped on the brakes, they would have overturned and been smashed into pulp.

"Damn it!" James cursed in a low voice, and seeing that the truck was reluctant to leave, he hurriedly got out of the car.

"Get out." He knocked on the door of the truck.

In the car, a blonde, blue-eyed, and unusually handsome young man heard the movement and lowered the window.

Upon seeing James' hateful face, he grinned and asked softly, "Tsk, you mean...... Let me? ”

The tone is gloomy.

The blue eyes were embedded with coldness, as if he was looking at a dead man, and at that glance, James actually felt a kind of piercing coldness.

He paused, and when he looked again, he saw the young man smiling on his face, and he didn't see the coldness of Fang Cai at all.

I thought I had misread it just now, and I was just about to speak, when suddenly, I saw a cold light passing by quickly in front of me......

……

A few hours later, the truck left.

The roads are clear.

James, who was originally ruthless, was paralyzed on the ground, and a light red mark on his neck was impressive.

Behind, after making sure that the other party was leaving, the thugs who were hiding on the side hurriedly stepped forward tremblingly and helped him up: "Team leader, that person ...... just now"

Before the words fell, James came back to his senses, slapped him on the head, endured the fear just now, and yelled: "Don't go and call the boss yet!" ”

The fact that the people of the Dragon Palace actually appeared in France is not a good thing for them!

……

In the next few days, except for the day when I was followed, the wind was calm.

After officially signing the contract with Delun, Han Xiu booked a ticket and prepared to return to China.

The night before leaving, Song Bingjue received a call from the old house.

Knowing that Song Bingjue and they were going back, Song Zhenguo immediately called over.

This time, he didn't refuse, Song Bingjue picked it up coldly: "What's the matter?" ”

As soon as he heard Song Bingjue's tone, Song Zhenguo became angry, and was about to scold angrily, but Chen Xinrao on the side hurriedly stepped forward and patted his chest gently, with a look of hope.

Only then did he suppress his breath and said in a rough voice: "You will go back tomorrow?" ”

Song Bingjue pursed his lips and did not make a sound.

Song Zhenguo paused, and said in a commanding tone: "Xinrao has been here for a long time, and it's time to go back, I asked someone to book a ticket with you, and you will come and pick her up tomorrow." ”

As soon as the words fell, I heard Song Bingjue snort lightly, overflowing with mockery.

Song Zhenguo only felt that a sweet smell was about to come up, and he was so angry that he wanted to smash his mobile phone, and he was angry: "You want to be angry with me, don't you!" ”

"It's decided, if you don't come tomorrow, you have to come!"

"Also, the one surnamed Mu, after returning to China, quit her! Did you hear that? ”

Song Zhenguo has been cultivating in France in the past few years, and he has been out of the center of power for too long, so he can only show off his power on the phone.

Chen Xinrao, who was on the side, bit her lip, her eyes flashed, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Song Zhenguo was stunned, and his anger disappeared in an instant.

Song Bingjue's eyes were full of coldness, until Song Zhenguo finished yelling, listening to the rough panting voice on the other end of the phone, he just replied coldly: "I won't go tomorrow, and besides, Mu Goodnight is my person, whether to quit or not is my business, and it has nothing to do with you!" ”

You don't have to think about it, you also know how powerful this old guy is fooled by Chen Xinrao's woman.

I thought that Song Zhen Congress was scolding, but after a pause for a while, the old man's tone softened, and he snorted: "What's wrong with letting Xinrao follow?" Or do you think the woman you fancy can't compare to her? ”

Song Bingjue only felt that he was listening to a joke: "It's not as good as her?" In terms of means and viciousness, she is indeed inferior to the surname Chen. ”

As he spoke, there was a knock on the door.

Song Bingjue walked over to open the door, and when he saw it, he saw Mu Wan'an wearing a plain dress and holding a document.

With a hint of warmth in his eyes, he turned sideways and let Mu Wannight walk in.

Seeing that he was on the phone, Mu Wan paused, and was about to signal her if she wanted to come later, but Song Bingjue pulled her in and closed the door.

"Cards."

The door closed softly behind him, and Mu Wannight had to shut his mouth and sit aside, not curious about the phone.

On the other end of the phone, hearing Song Bingjue's cynicism, Song Zhenguo scolded: "Vicious!? Song Bingjue, you ......"

In terms of viciousness, in his eyes, that Mu good night is called the means of the city is deep!

A divorced woman even hooked her son without even looking at Xinrao......