"How can you help?"

Frowning weirdly, Cheng Wushuang laughed funny, "You don't want me to take him to the night to see the world, right?" ”

This "insight and insight" of his has a lot of connotations, Mu Wan'an glanced at Lu Donglin, who was so red that he was about to drip blood, and glared at Cheng Wushuang:

"Yes and no."

"I'll let you take him to Night Desire and let him follow him as an ordinary waiter."

Hearing her say this, Cheng Wushuang had a strange expression on his face, and he asked again in disbelief:

"You're going to send him to Nightlust as a waiter?"

"Yes."

Lying without blushing, Mu Goodnight said:

"Society is a big dye vat, he's really too young now, and I've been around for a while, so I want to send him to Night Desire."

"It's not impossible to send him in, but this is a night desire, and there is a lot of chaos inside, if he offends someone who shouldn't be offended, I'm just afraid ......"

"It's okay, I will definitely be cautious in my words and deeds, and I won't cause trouble for you and Sister Goodnight!"

Seeing that he was showing signs of loosening, Lu Donglin hurriedly said, his immature face was full of sincerity, "I can persevere, I have long heard that the real society is inside Night Desire, so I have always wanted to go in and see it." ”

"So conscious?"

He looked at him with a playful look, who knows what will happen to this young boy after he has entered the night desire......

"It's not that I can't help with this matter, it's just that Brother Song ...... there."

After all, this is a man, Cheng Wushuang didn't want to hide it from Song Bingjue, and his face was full of smiles:

"I can't hide it from Brother Song here, Sister Goodnight, you should be able to understand, right?"

"You don't have to worry about him, I'll tell him personally."

The expression on her face was extremely natural, and Cheng Wushuang, who had grown up in intrigue since he was a child, didn't see anything unusual, he nodded, "Since you can say it, then I won't intervene." ”

After speaking, he turned his gaze to the boy who had been standing aside, although his face was a little cramped and uneasy, but his eyes were firm.

"Okay, then I'll say hello to the boss inside."

Since he wanted to go in, he couldn't help but sell the face of Mu Goodnight, Cheng Wushuang raised his eyebrows, "Don't complain about it after you go in." ”

"Uh-huh!"

Nodding again and again, Lu Donglin said seriously and nervously:

"I'm going to stick with it."

"Your little cousin is really innocent."

couldn't help but sneer, Cheng Wushuang's eyes were full of banter and ridicule, "There are more than guests who like women in the night desire. ”

For old customers like him in Night Desire, those perverted guests in Night Desire have seen enough, but he saw that his face was full of expressions that he wanted to go in, and that was only the end of it.

"Hmm...... Please say hello to the supervisor when he goes in, he's still a high school student after all......"

Although there was no choice at the moment, Mu Wan'an couldn't help but mention it more, she looked at the noncommittal Cheng Wushuang, and could only think that when the time came, she would go to the night and ask the familiar foreman to take care of her.

Successfully sent Lu Donglin into the night desire, Mu good night but a matter on her mind, she kept in touch with Lu Donglin every day, according to him, he had seen Lin Weihai once from afar, and at that time she was surrounded by two men in black suits.

Mu Wan'an sighed, she put her mobile phone on the bedside table on the side, Song Bingjue, who had taken a shower, walked out while wiping his hair, he looked at Wanwan with a little gloomy color between his eyebrows, his heart sank slightly, according to the news reported by the nineteen institutes that protected her, she has been working smoothly in the past few days, and nothing else has happened, how can she be so sad?

"Late?"

He called her several times before she came to her senses and smiled at him with some guilt:

"I'm sorry, I was thinking about things just now, but I didn't hear that."

"Wanwan, what's going on? Still feeling uncomfortable with your previous dreams? ”

My heart sank a little, the dream a few days ago, whether it was for her or him, was not a good thing, Song Bingjue was a little panicked, with a little deliberate softness on his face:

"If we feel that something is wrong, we can go to the doctor."

"What dream? …… It's not because of a dream, it's just that I'm a little worried about work, I'm a little confused about the development of our studio, and it just so happens that Song Jiajia is not here at this time, so it's like this. ”

prevaricated about things at work, Mu Wan'an found that her lying skills were really becoming more and more perfect, and she had a reluctant smile on her face:

"Go to bed early, if I don't sleep well today, I won't be able to lift my spirits in the office tomorrow."

"Okay."

He looked at her for a few seconds, then left only a small bedside lamp and lay down beside her.

Half an hour later, still a little chaotic in the breath of the person next to him, he got up and added something to the incense burning in the room, and after a few minutes she fell asleep.

The master bedroom fell into darkness, he casually took a coat and put it on his body, and slowly walked down the atmospheric staircase, the servant who usually works like a descendant of an ordinary rich and noble family, at this time stood on both sides of the living room in an orderly manner, and Uncle Li's eyes also flashed with elite light, giving people a great sense of depression.

"What about nineteen?"

His eyes sank slightly, nineteen was a person he specially transferred back from France to protect Mu Goodnight, and according to the custom, she had to report her whereabouts every day.

"The subordinates are here!"

The woman who received the master's order flashed in from the door in an instant, she was wearing a black power suit, the close-fitting cut revealed her perfect and powerful figure, and her long black hair was combed into a bunch, which made her look more and more neat. She looked at her master, her king, with awe and admiration:

"What is the Lord's command?"

"Continue to report Madame's whereabouts today."

He sat down on the sofa and ignored the affection in the eyes of his female subordinates, "Except for the staff of the studio, has she had any contact with anyone else today?" ”

"Report to the Lord, no."

Nineteen's heart sank, the reason why she put down the things in her hand and resolutely returned to China was indeed because of the unspeakable caution in her heart about the Lord, and on the other hand, because she hoped to get some more difficult work, not - to protect an inexplicable "lady" here.

"Don't have any other information to value?"

Song Bingjue had never doubted the ability of his female subordinate, but today, he still asked one more question.

"Madame's life is extremely simple, she is basically a company and a Song house. The subordinates have been observing for a long time and feel that there is nothing to pay attention to. ”

The Lord had seldom asked in such detail before, and Nineteen had some uneasiness, and the methods of the imposing man in front of her, she had seen before, and although those punishments did not fall on her, just looking at them made her scalp tingle.

"You go down first."

With a wave of his hand, Song Bingjue didn't ask any more, he didn't understand what was going on, he knew Nineteen's ability to do things.

"Lord, since you are so confused, why don't we retrieve Madame's call records?"

Uncle Li, who was watching from the sidelines, saw that he was worried about Mu Goodnight, and took the initiative to propose.

"No, you don't."

Raising his hand to signal that they didn't have to do it, Song Bingjue took a glass of red wine from Uncle Li's hand, and there was disagreement in his voice:

"The original intention of this incident was just to protect her. I don't want to go bad. ”

"Yes. The old slave knew. ”

Lowering his eyes, Uncle Li couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed in his heart, he often served in front of the two of them, although he had known about Song Bingjue's "love" for Mrs. Song Bingjue, but he never thought that he would cherish her so much......

Nineteen, who was slowly retreating, couldn't help but be shocked when she heard this, and her actions were almost exposed, but her psychological quality was excellent, and she quickly stabilized herself and left the living room as usual.

"How's it going over there in France?"

He rubbed his eyebrows, the business territory of the Song Group is getting bigger and bigger, and the "Dragon Palace" also needs him to be at the helm, and it just so happens that there are more things on both sides, and he really hasn't had much rest recently.

"The godfather in Italy seems to have known the whereabouts of Cheng Xiaogongzi, and today he captured a mafia carrying a bomb outside the base, and after torture to extract a confession, he said that this bomb is a 'meeting gift' from the godfather to the Lord."

Uncle Li, who had just learned the news, flashed a trace of fierceness in his eyes, and his usually kind face was completely ruthless:

"Lord, you see, should we return the favor?"

"Leon is crazy alone."

Speaking of this mafia leader who was feared by the entire Apennine Peninsula, Song Bingjue's tone was a little disdainful and contemptuous, "What do you care about him?" The mad dog bit you, do you want to bite back? ”

"But ......"

Uncle Li, who was accustomed to the style of the old man when he was there, was a little unwilling, "If we don't fight back, will others think that we are afraid of the mafia?" ”

"Do you think it's necessary for a party that is already in its twilight and can only run amok in Italy?"

couldn't help but snort coldly, Song Bingjue's fingers holding the goblet were slender, he drank the red wine in his hand, and then said:

"Today's mafia doesn't even have the qualifications to compete with the Yamaguchi-gumi. It's all up to Leon to hold on, otherwise, how could it take so long to find Cheng Wushuang? ”

Seeing Uncle Li's disagreement, he smiled slightly, the remaining red wine at the corner of his lips looked particularly bloodthirsty in the dim night, and as soon as he let go lightly, the red wine glass fell to the ground and shattered:

"Instead of focusing on the Italian piece of the pie first, let's let someone else get in first. The so-called sandpiper and clam compete for the profit of the fisherman, and the role I want to play is the last fisherman. ”