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In the presidential suite of the Ritzcar Hotel in Kyoto, Lu Nianchen stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, lowered his head, and looked at the passers-by the size of ants downstairs with great concentration, sometimes with a gentle light in his eyes, and sometimes the corners of his mouth rose slightly, maybe Lu Lianchen himself didn't know.

At this moment, the phone rang uninterestingly, and I saw the words "Mo Ziyan" displayed on the mobile phone screen. Lin Xuan, who was on the side, took the mobile phone to Lu Nianchen and said, "Mr. Lu, the eldest lady of the Mo family." ”

Lu Lianchen's face instantly became cold, and Lin Xuan instantly understood what Lu Nianchen meant.

After answering, he said, "Miss Mo, the president is in a meeting, and he can't answer the phone now." ”

I don't know what I said on the phone, I just heard that Lin Xuan has been there all the time Well, okay, I know, keep switching the answer mode.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Nianchen asked, "Still no news from her?" ”

I saw Lin Xuan shake his head.

Lu Nianchen rubbed his eyebrows with his fingers: "Have you arranged a meeting with the Prime Minister of the Northern Kingdom?" ”

"It's arranged, the security personnel are carefully selected by the international joint organization, Mr. Lu, please rest assured."

Lu Nianchen took a deep puff of cigarette, paused for a while and said: "The Lu family, the underworld, and the white way, I don't know how many people want my life, but they don't know how much I want to give my life to that person." ”

Lin Xuan knew who the person Lu Nianchen was talking about, and whenever he talked about Murong An, the light in Lu Nianchen's eyes was soft, affectionate and pampered.

When Murong An arrived at a manor, he checked all the camera equipment and security systems, and the beginning of each mission was mostly similar, but the results were varied. Every time he went on a mission, Murong An didn't know if he could go back alive. She unconsciously touched her neck, but she pounced, paused for two or three seconds before reacting, and said to herself: "Your talisman is long gone, isn't it?" ”

John saw Murong An there in a daze, absent-minded, and a little worried: "Mu An, don't be distracted, if you are a distraction in our business, you may die." ”

Murong An nodded: "Understood." ”

The dinner was scheduled to start at 7 o'clock in the evening, and the upper-class celebrities of the northern country were basically present, Murong An was wearing a white kimono, light makeup, and long hair, and he simply tied it with red silk at the end of his hair. is not as graceful and luxurious as the ladies and ladies present, but it has the elegance of being out of the mud and not stained.

Murong An was sipping the red wine in the wine glass, and was suddenly attracted by the restlessness of the celebrities on the side, Murong An saw the appearance of those nymphomaniacs, smiled and said to himself: "It seems that all women in the world are the same as Yan Kong, and they have nothing to do with status, identity, and power." ”

When Murong An saw the culprit who caused this restlessness, he was no longer so calm, and saw Lu Lianchen wearing an Armani limited edition tailor-made suit, which modified his figure quite perfectly, and he hadn't seen it for a few years, and time had carved his facial features more exquisitely. Maybe Lu Nianchen is the kind of person with his own halo, or maybe he is the "demon face" that people say fascinates all beings.

Murong An tugged on his sleeves, cold sweat broke out in his palms, and there were dense beads of sweat on his forehead, John saw this and asked in a low voice, "Mu An, what's wrong with you, are you uncomfortable?" ”

Murong An relieved himself and said, "It's okay, it's a little hot, I'll go to the bathroom." ”

Murong An had a very panicked expression on his face, lowered his head, and hurriedly walked in the direction of the bathroom.